I have been lurking on this and LOVING all these stories. I have to share mine as I think it's up there with the best of them! Apologies for the length of this!
When I was 20 and at uni me and a good male friend from school were invited to the 21st birthday party of another friend, who was female, that we also knew from school. She was having the party up where she was at uni and she asked us up there to stay with her for a couple of days.
She was at uni in Edinburgh and so we were going to get the train up there. We were all originally from the south coast- I was at uni in London and our male friend in Manchester.
The party was due to start at 7 so the female friend had said to get to her about 4 so we could get ready. We had intended to stay overnight and then the next night too so we could spend some time with her. I set off at 9am and rendezvoused with my male friend at Manchester Piccadilly at about noon. We brought a load of booze and set off on our onward journey. The female friend had told us to phone her when we got to Berwick Upon Tweed and that her boyfriend would pick us up from the station. We had never met the bf but he was older than us and not a student. We also knew he was a genuine Scot.
When we phoned her she sounded wildly uninterested and a bit stoned. This was path for the course as she did love drugs, but she was fun and a bit zany and I never thought she had a real problem. She said she'd send her boyfriend out to get us. When we got to the station though, suitcases and bags of booze in tow, there was no one to collect us. We tried ringing again but there was no answer. We had her address so had little choice but to get there ourselves. Not having money for a cab we had to brave three buses to get us out into the Edinburgh suburbs. When we got there, 90mins later, and knocked on the door, no one answered. We hammered on the front door for ages until a bleery eyed Scotsman answered the door - the boyfriend- he was about 40 and not the ?older? 27 or 28 we were expecting. He ushered us in. In the front room was our friend and about six or seven assorted others all stoned off their tits and lying on beanbags etc. Me and the male friend looked at one another in horror and asked if there was anywhere we could freshen up. The boyfriend showed us to our friends room and told us to get ready. The room was an absolute hole, full of old bongs, the roach ends of joints and all manner of drug paraphernalia. As well as this there was a very small, very young puppy who seemed to have the run of the room and had been doing his wees all over the floor!!!
Once safely upstairs we got dressed in our party gear and proceeded to drink ourselves silly so that we would at least be blocking out the horrible pain of what was surely to come. Then our female friend came up and, still whacked out, thanked us for coming and then started chopping up some coke and snorting it up through a broken biro. She asked us if we wanted some and we politely declined and got back to necking our Vodka.
The "party" started at about 7 as promised and just seemed to involve more and more stoners turning up in her front room, flopping on beanbags and getting more stoned. We sat and watched a quadruple bill of Friends for an hour or so and me and my male friend continued drinking in the hope we might become unconscious. All the while these stoners were trying to get the puppy stoned! The boyfriend had been missing for some time, and it turned out he was picking people up to come to the party. However, when a few more party goers came in it turned out he was actually charging them £1 a mile and was operating as a cab for the evening so on reflection we were glad he didn't pick us up!
About two hours later and with the stoners all more or less asleep, suddenly the boyfriend/cabbie brought about 10 or so really big, scary lads in with him. Suddenly it all got really rowdy and more and harder drugs were being consumed. Me and my male friend were looking at each other more and more uneasily and then suddenly a huge, scary fight broke out and someone broke a bottle and suddenly there was some blood coming from somewhere. My male friend grabbed the puppy, me and a very large bottle of Tequilla and we all legged it upstairs, where we locked ourselves in the bathroom. All joking aside we were shit scared and soon the bad lads were banging the bathroom door down and shouting "Come out here and stop being pussies!" and other such charming phrases. We were in there for four hours before it calmed down and even then we didn't trust the silence. We drank the Tequilla and discussed how we were going to probably be killed. My male friend tried ringing the female friend who's party it was to see what was going on but she never answered. At about 3am we cracked and phoned the police who said it was a really busy night in the city but they'd come and rescue us ASAP. They came about an hour and a half later and when they broke in there was actually no one but us left in the house, but more or less everything in the communal areas of the house had been nicked: telly, chairs, toaster? you name it. They took statements from us and then asked us if we wanted a lift anywhere. We said yes, please, anywhere but here and they let us gather our bags and the puppy and dropped us at Edinburgh Waverley station. It was by now 6am and we only had non transferrable tickets... as well as the puppy now in a cardboard carrier that the police had given us. The police went and explained to the train folk that we needed to leave Scotland immediately as we'd had a rough night and they agreed to transfer the tickets. My male friend was so traumatised he decided to come back to the south coast with me and have a few days at his dads to relax. We were pretty sure our friend whose birthday it had been must be dead or sex trafficked as we couldn't reach her on her mobile and had sent her about 50 texts.
We made it back to Brighton, puppy and all and went back to my mums where we just sat, shell shocked while my mum made us lunch and told us we should probably alert the authorities to our missing friend. Then, about an hour later just as my friend was leaving to go and throw himself on the mercy of his dad, our friend texted me and said ?So where did you two go last night? Why are police trying to ring me?? We rang her and it turned out that her boyfriends mates ?often got a bit out of hand? and that when that happened they would just go and stay at his mums till it died down. She was pissed off we had got the police involved. My male friend took the phone off me and went mental at her calling her a nutter and saying we thought she?d been killed. She was very blasé and just acted like this was pretty usual and like we were in the wrong for ringing the police.
We avoided all contact with her after that and never spoke to her again. I know she got kicked off her course but I have no idea what became of her. The dog still lives at my mums though!!