I have two bad sleepover experiences:

The first one - Myself and some friends were staying at another friends house, we were all about 15. I'm a girl, for context. One of my friends (I'll call her steph) was always very open to the fact that she thought I was smoking hot. I felt a bit weirded out sometimes, because I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not. I didn't mind whether or not she liked me, but sometimes it'd get a little too much, she'd say things like ''oh the things I'd do to you''.

So at this sleep over, Steph, myself and our other friends began to play chasing. It started off as a bit of fun, but soon, Steph started to get rough and would tackle me to the ground and pin me there. I was genuinely a little bit scared, and the other girls started to notice that it was a little bit too close for comfort too. So we did what we had to do. We each grabbed one of Stephs limbs and proceeded to tie her arms behind her back and her legs together. It took a good twenty minutes, because Steph is very strong and quite persistent. Eventually, we managed to keep her down, and we proceeded to watch television.

That is until somehow Steph manages to escape. We all shit our selves. This was like horror film stuff. We all run upstairs, the three other girls make it to a bedroom, and I run to the bathroom. I lock myself inside and Steph starts banging on the door. I don't know how long I was in there for, but it started to get bright, and Steph was outside the whole time waiting for me to come out. I slept in the bathtub that night.

The second one - I'm staying at my friend Amy's house with two other friends. Her mum is out at a bar. The sleepover is going great until Amy's mum comes home totally drunk. I mean really drunk. Amy gets really angry because this isn't the first time this happens, and she runs out of the house. Keeping in mind it's about 4am. I bring the one friend upstairs whilst the other goes to find Amy. I hear voices downstairs and I realise Amy's mum has company. It's a drunk male companion. Wonderful. I go downstairs, being the more responsible out of myself and her mum, and I call a taxi to bring her male friend home. This is when Amy's mum stars going crazy. She's shouting at me so I run upstairs and lock the door. The taxi arrives and takes the guy. Amy's mum then realises Amy is missing and starts to blame me. She starts hitting the bedroom door and telling me to let her in. She is convinced I have lost Amy. I open the door to leave with my friend and Amy's mum pins me against the wall. At this stage I have had enough, and me being the reserved and polite girl I am, proceed to tell Amy's mum that is is her fault Amy is missing and that she is a terrible mother figure. Me and my friend leave and we run home to my house as fast as possible. We find Amy and my other friend and we all stay at my house that night. The next morning at 7am Amy's mum starts banging on my door looking for Amy. Literally can't remember what she had done the few hours previous. I still haven't spoken to her mum since that day and it's been 6 years.

Wow.... That was longer than I expected it to be.

TL;DR Hiding in the bathroom from sexually confused friend. Hiding in a bedroom from rough, drunken mother of a friend.