Locked Out!
One Friday night, many years ago, we were playing a harmless, friendly, teenage co-ed inspired game of truth or dare in the basement of one of my best friends beach homes down the shore.
There were 14 of us, split right down the middle half girls and half boys.
At this age some of us had boyfriends or girlfriends but for the most part we were just young adults having fun, eating pizza, listening to music, then out game the truth or dare game.
It started with your average truths, have you ever kissed so and so?
Is it true that you skipped 4th period history class today?
Then it moved to the PG-13 dares, and we all know how that goes.
I dare you to steal a beer from upstairs and drink it!
I dare you to kiss the person to your right, not just a peck on the cheek but a real kiss!
With the occasional player dropping out because they wouldn’t do the dare.
Then the dare got to me.
Oh NO!
Of course I would take any challenge, and when Matt and I were dared to streak down the street, we agreed with no hesitation.
Wow, it’s a lot colder out here than I expected it to be as I shimmed down my shorts. On the count of three we ran down the street to our friends delight.
With a little excitement under our belts for the night we ran back to the house, only to find that our friends had other plans.
Try the front door, nope locked.
How about the back door?
Nope locked too!
Our friends had jokingly locked us out.
Oh NO!
Of course! the truth or dare game had us Locked Out on that cold Friday night, many years ago!
Ding Dong Ditch Luck
by Javier Stantogio
(New Jersey, USA)
When I was about 16, my buddies and I were sitting around in the street playing an exciting game of truth or dare. My friend had just finished eating an ant off the ground and I was up next. My buddy Jeff asked me "Truth or Dare?" After thinking about it for a second, I decided to take a chance and do a dare.
Thousands of ideas raced through my friend's mind until finally, he had the ultimate idea. He remembered that John Bon Jovi lived near by. This was when he said: "I dare you to ding dong ditch Bon Jovi's house."
I thought long and hard about if I was going to do it or not. Being extremely stupid back then, I accepted the dare. We had to walk about Two miles to his house. When we finally arrived, my buddy gave me a push and said: "Go for it."
I snuck behind a bush and waited for the perfect time. After waiting about a minute and a half, I sprung up to my feet and started charging towards the door. My heart was racing (as it does every time I am about to ding dong ditch as I was running to the door.
Finally I reached the door. I stood there and thought about it for one more second. I told myself "No turning back now" and I rang the bell.
The second that my fingers pressed the button, my legs took me faster than ever back towards the street. I only got halfway across the yard before the door opens and I heard a scream. It turns out that it was Bon Jovi telling me to come to him.
I stopped running and actually started walking back. By that time my friends were already halfway down the street. As I reached the door I was scared to death because I had no idea what was going to happen to me??? After I stepped onto his front step, he started talking to me.
It turned out that he wasn't mad at all. He was actually really cool and friendly. We kept talking and I told him the story about how we were playing truth or dare. He found it really funny.
It was kind of weird how he called some woman who was also in the house over so I could repeat the story. She also found it really funny and wasn't mad at all. I was extremely surprised that no harm was done. We continued to talk for a minute.
Right before I was about to walk away, I got the nerve to ask for his autograph. I thought for sure he would say no and tell me to go away. To my surprise, his answer was a yes. He walked inside to get a pen and paper.
While he went inside, the woman invited me to come in. I politely said: "NO thanks." As I was standing there, I noticed how cool his house was. I found it to be very awesome. Finally, he came back with a signed paper.
I said thank you. He then said: "See ya!!!" and shut the door. I then ran to the street and caught up with my friends. I told them what happened and showed them the autograph. They were so jealous and mad at me. I don't know why they were so mad.
That was then a great story to tell everyone I saw for the next few weeks.
I ended up wining that game of truth or dare!
Dare Gone Wrong! It wasn't a prank call
Reaction after the call ended
Come to my party! My friend, Sarah knew her parents were going out of the United States on Friday the 18th until the 21st. Being the 17 year old that she was she decided it was time to plan a party knowing she would get away with it.
Since it was only the 12th she began the party arrangements now with what foods she would serve and who would be there. As the days went on we only got more excited and began hoping the week would go faster than it did. Friday finally came and we waved goodbye to her parents.
As we were left in the small town Enon Valley, PA we began decorating, and ordering the food we anticipated the arrival of her guests. With her basement having balloons everywhere and a black light it was beginning to all come together.
Girl gets shy after the call
(Photo from Sleepyzee via flickr)
We all sat in a circle and asked who volunteered to go first. Since it was Brett's idea he volunteered to ask the first person.
He asked this girl named Libby "truth or dare" and being a goody goody she responded "truth" she was asked if she would ever date anyone that was in this room. She replied with a "yes" and instantly looked at this boy named Thomas.
Next was Libby's turn to ask someone. She instantly said; Sarah! "truth or dare" and being the risk taker she is she instantly said: "dare".
Knowing that Sarah has been getting prank phone calls daily Libby dared her to answer the phone the next time it rang and say "Hi my name is Sarah and I want you to come to my party". Since she knew her parents would be on the plan she waited for it to ring and to our surprise it rang five minutes later.
Sarah was unable to turn down a dare answered the phone saying "Hi my name is Sarah and I want you to come to my party" in a very excited tone we all screamed in the background.
We watched her facial expression change from a smile to a frown in a matter of two seconds. She hung up the phone saying "okay mom I'll see you soon". She then ended up kicking everyone out saying her parents were calling to say their planes were cancelled and they were five minutes from home. Everyone left as fast as they could.
I spoke to Sarah the next day and she got grounded for two months and was not trusted home alone for a very long time. Now that it is three years later we are able to laugh about it. Needless to say she has never hosted a party ever since or answered a phone saying that again.
Truth, Dare and Monkey :-()
Dared to Dance in a Monkey Costume
Five of us were out on the screened porch of our house passing around one beer that we had found sitting, unopened and warm, in a corner of the porch.
It tasted awful, but we kept passing it around. My parents were still asleep, and my older sister and a couple of her friends were hanging out with some dude in a monkey suit. I don't remember his name.
I was only eleven, and I was really surprised that my sister was even letting me hang out with them on the porch. I had taken one sip of the disgusting beer, and had only been pretending to take sips from the can when it came around to me after that.
I think it was my sister's friend Mickey who wanted to play Truth or Dare. I guess they were bored or something. I wasn't bored at all.
Anyway, one of them dared the guy in the monkey suit whose name I can't remember to go out onto the side of the road in his monkey suit and dance around and stuff to get people to look at him. And he did.
People were looking at him, all right. They started blowing their horns, and then people started parking in front of our house and getting out of their cars and taking pictures of the guy in the monkey suit.
My sister found an old hat that had been part of someone's costume and she took it out to him and set it on the ground, and then people started putting money in it.
The guy in the monkey suit was break dancing, and pretty soon there was a traffic jam in front of our house. A few minutes later the cops showed up and made everybody get back into their cars and drive away.
They told the guy in the monkey suit to go back in the house and stop dancing on the street. But they let him keep the money he made, so they all went to the store and bought cigarettes. I didn't get anything.
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Truth or Dorks
by Molly
(West Springfield)
The Dorky Guy
When I was in college we used to play Truth or Dare from time to time on weekend nights when there was nothing else do to. There was always alcohol involved even though we weren't all old enough to be drinking. One Saturday night a bunch of us was playing.
Drinking and Having Fun
(Photo from mahalie from flickr)
As the game went on people got more intoxicated. A few people were dared to take articles of clothing off, and they did. There was this one kind of strange guy, Randal, playing Truth or Dare that night.
He had a perpetually greasy forehead, an overbite and he sweated like a pig when he exercised. He also had a condition that made him more susceptible to the effects of alcohol than the average person.
Randal had a huge crush on a woman I lived with. Her name was Victoria. She was, as you can imagine, not interested in Randal at all. At one point in our game Randal, fueled by all of two Twisted Teas, dared Victoria to make out with him.
It wasn't even his turn! Victoria declined and we all chuckled about it. Randal kept leaning close to Victoria, though, and she kept trying to inch away. We were all kind of annoyed by it. Eventually someone dared Randal to go outside for two minutes even though he only had boxer shorts on.
Randal accepted, and then we locked the door so he couldn't get back in. It just so happened that a neighbor was having a loud party where drug use was suspected, so while Randal was standing outside banging on our door the cops showed up.
Randal yelled this information through our door, but we thought he was making it up because he was drunk and wanted to get back inside. Moments later the police did knock on our door, though... they thought Randal was trying to break in! We had to explain it was just a joke.
I don't know why, but Randal still hung out with us after that, and I think he may still have a crush on Victoria almost seven years later.
A Little More Truth, A Little Less Dare
by Caitlin
(Mt. Juliet,TN,USA )
An Embarrassing Dare Story
My little sister and I were too young at the time to be in the actual choir, but we always enjoyed tagging along with our older sister and her friends. The particular trip in question was to the beach.
I was, of course, hanging out in my older sister’s room. And, as is to be expected when teenage co-eds congregate, there was a hilarious game of truth or dare taking place. Things were all laughs, and everyone was having a good time. That is, until it was Jalen’s turn.
My sister’s best friend Natalie was in the shower.
The thing you have to understand about Natalie is that she was very self-conscious in her teenage years.
Jalen was always a punk, so when he got the dare to walk in the bathroom and open the shower curtain on Natalie, he jumped at the chance.
Jalen burst into the bathroom, and threw back the shower curtain. Natalie screamed and started crying her eyes out. Everyone was laughing, but I was horrified. I was a highly moral child, and I could not understand why making someone who was supposed to be your friend cry like that.
And do you know what? I still don’t.
So I do not regret the fact that, upon seeing this terrible event, I went straight to my father and told him what had happened. They, of course, got in so much trouble, and I felt better about sticking up for Natalie.
I know you were probably expecting a funny story, but I learned a valuable lesson about the cruelty of kids that day.
And although I hated the experience, I was better for it.
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A Rock, a Hard Place, and a Sticky Situation
by Paul
(St. Matthews, SC USA)
When I was a raising ninth grader, my youth group went to Ocean Isle in North Carolina on the Outer Banks of the USA. We were a small, close knit group having grown up together in a small town in South Carolina.
My girlfriend, Christina, and I had been going out for just over a month. This was the first time we had gone on a trip together without parents, and while we were still chaperoned, most of our time was with our friends or by ourselves.
We took advantage of the time together by walking along the beach to the boardwalk, and having fun at the arcade. Overall, we had a great time together. The house was a typical beach house, two stories with a small apartment on the ground floor.
It was obvious that the apartment was unused, although working. The bathroom there was used primarily as a place to wash the sand off, and was very dirty with stains on the bathtub, floor, sink, and toilet.
That evening, after dinner, the group thought it would be a great idea if we played a combination “Never Have I Ever” with “Truth or Dare” as a consequence (we were too young to drink).
The rules were pretty simple. If only one person did the act, that person had to play truth or dare. If no one did the act, the person who asked had to play truth or dare.
After a few rounds, it was my turn. While I don’t remember my question, I do remember that no one had done the act, so I had to play truth or dare.
My best friend asked me and I said, “Truth.”
He asked “Have you and Christina passed Second Base?” We hadn't, but I was in a difficult place. I couldn't “tell” the truth because my macho ego would be tarnished in front of my best friend, but if I lied I would hurt Christina’s feelings and embarrass her.
I glanced at her and she was beet red, trying to hide her face behind her pillow. I felt my face flushed and knew I was close to her situation. Thinking quickly, I said “A gentleman never kisses and tells, so I’ll take the dare.”
My best friend got a huge grin on his face and said, “I dare you to give yourself a swirly in the downstairs toilet.”
Well, now my predicament was even graver. After a moment’s thought, I said, “Alright, swirly.” We headed downstairs and I assumed my position, placing both hands on the commode, putting my head in the bowl.
My friend flushed, and I waited until the water was gone to lift my head out. When I did, my hair had the typical look and laughter was all around. Even after 15 years, I am still teased about this incident by my friends.
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