So, my ideal Saturday night isn't spent worrying about one of my best friends whereabouts and safety, but that's what I just had to deal with and let me tell you it is not as fun as it sounds (not that sounds fun anyway).

For the sake of story lets just refer to my friend as "M". This morning M's mom texted me (no idea how she got my number btw) asking if I knew where her daughter was because she can't find her and her phone is broken so she can't contact her either. I told her I had no idea but I will text her boyfriend and find out since he's probably with her or at least knows where she is. He doesn't respond. At this point I just figured M and her bf just wanted some quite alone time so I shrugged it off and went about my day.

Later, around 7:00pm I get a call from me and M's good friend who we'll refer to as "E". Now, me, M, and, E are like a trio, we always hang out and talk and no the whereabouts of eachother (usually). So, E starts telling me that M's mom was calling her and freaking out asking where M was. I told her that she asked me the same thing earlier and I tried getting a hold of M's boyfriend and he never got back to me. E tells me she's going to try a couple people we know to see if they've seen or heard from our friend lately then she hangs up. At this point I'm getting kind of nervous, she's been missing and no one has heard from her for hours now in fact it's getting dark already so I hoped she wasn't walking anywhere by herself. About a half hour later E calls back and now she's crying, bear in mind for as long as we've been friends I've only seen her cry once so I knew she was genuinely upset. She told me how no one else knew where she was either and that M's mom is still freaking out adding more stress to the situation. I told E that I'll call a kid we know since his house is close to M's and he usually lets people crash there for the night. It was worth a shot.

After I texted several people for this kid's number I finally got it and called him. Turns out he's out of town and also has no idea where or why M would go missing. I call E back and tell her the news which only makes things worse. Then we decided we did all we could do and we can only hope M comes home by tomorrow. Well, just a little bit ago M's boyfriend texted me back saying that M is on her way home now. So, I didn't really track her down, so to speak, but nevertheless it was a stressful night and I'm just glad my friend is alright.

Sorry, the story was kind of long, anyone got a similar tale?

Nope not me.

No, but that is a interesting tale you got there :spotted owl:

I figured it would be Well, to sum it up, make sure you tell your friends when you decide to sneak out of the house for the day or else they worry and its no fun for anyone.

Not really. But some people had to track me down once! Or they tried to, anyways. I got lost in the woods once because of a broken compass. Eventually found my way back. That was fun.

Never had to track a friend down, but they had to do it for me due to me getting lost in the woods.

Not anything similar, but I can imagine how it must have felt. However a friend of mine did run away from his home once and his mother called me to ask if I had any idea about him. I wasn't too worried though, since I knew exactly where he was...

Mostly because he came over to my house after school and he was sitting right in front of me when I got the call.

Had a friend run away from home a couple of times (this was back in middle school), her mom called us to see if we knew where she was. The police even showed up once to question us and look through the house :wacko: Can't say I was ever worried about said friend, since she seemed to be doing it for attention.

My brother went out with some friends once. After a few hours his friends called my mother(who freaks out very easily btw) and told her that my brother was missing and had been for about 2 hours. They had tried calling him and had searched the whole club without finding him. Anyway after my mother doing a few phone calls to the club, and other places I had to google for her, we went to the club and talked to the security. They knew nothing. Then I saw through the window my brother getting his jacket and went out. Turns out he had passed out in a toilet stall.

Where was she?

ditto the where was she.

so was she in trouble after that?

Getting railed by her boyfriend, most likely. I've had to do this a few times, but I didn't take it as seriously as the OP. People sometimes just don't want to be bothered so, unless they've been missing for a couple days, it's nothing to worry about.

Depends on the age of the individual missing.

Very true.

No, I haven't had that happen before, but I'm glad your friend turned out to be okay, OP.

It's the funniest thing. I actually did something *sort of* like this recently on facebook.

I had this friend in first grade *yes, I actually remember it quite vividly* and his name was..well, let's say his name was Glenn Washington. That's not his real name though.

Anyway, me and glenn would always play on the playground together, I always thought he was an odd fellow because he was different than me; he was hispanic, and he was the only hispanic in my class at the time. I'm not racist or anything, but being like 5 years old I just thought he was different, and he was. I'm white.

So after 2nd grade, I moved schools. I never saw him again. I played with him everyday for 2 years on the playground and we were "best friends", as much as you could be at age 5-6.

So, fast forward 16 years later. I one day thought..man..that kid I used to hang out with in 1st grade..I wonder what happened to him? Did he go to college? Finish high school? Is he even still alive? So I turned to facebook, and did some absurdly creepy facebook stalking and I actually freaking found him. Turns out, he remembered me too, and we are now friends again and we talk on facebook all the time. Funny little world.

My little brother escaped from our house like 10 year ago now. When it came to dinner time we had no idea where he was.........Three hours later he comes walking up the road (only 4 at the time) to the house, turns out he snuck out the house after changing out of his school clothes because the front door didn't fully close and he had spent the full time sitting in the park playing on the swings, see-saw and monkey bars.
My mum was raging, my brother was estatic.

That's basically how I feel about it too. Go missing for me and I might start worrying if you didn't send a sign of life after half a year or so. People have lives, they have their reasons, and sometimes people just disappear - die, move on, start a new life. I wish my friends all the best and hope they are having a good life, but I'm not their nanny.

Same goes for family members.

A while back a girlfriend of mine was missing so her parents ended up calling me and coming over to see if I knew where she was (and probably to see if she was actually at my place or not). They ended up driving to her "friends" house about thirty minutes away and found her [censored] faced with a bunch of older (like 20-30+ years older, she was only 16 at the time) guys. The whole time I was calling up everyone in our little social group seeing if anyone knew where she was, but no one had a clue. Anyways her parents had came by after they picked her up to let me know they found her and what was going on.

I got lost in a department store once when I was very little. I was so freaked out that I hid under the bottom shelf in one of the toy isles and put boxes in front of me and stayed there until I saw my mom. I guess they had a chunk of the store looking for me.

I`ve not had it actually happen to me with a friend, but when i was a teenager i used to put my parents through hell with not coming home, cos i was to busy partying or had met some girl :whistling:
Took many years to realise how much of a selfish ass i had been to them. I`m glad i don`t have kids, the worry would do my head in.

Don't lie, you know that happened last week


Here's my story:
I used to drive my one friend who lived near me up to the community college that was near where I worked and then take him home again at the end of the day. One day, his brother was going to pick him up at the end of the day so I just dropped him off.

It was about the middle of the day when I got a phone call at the office from his mom who was frantic. She wanted to know if there was anything weird going on when I dropped him off. Of course there wasn't, so she then proceeded to explain that his brother had stopped to pick him up at the designated location and he wasn't there. She called me back in about half and hour and asked me if I could go over to the college and look for him since his brother wasn't able to locate him in the cafeteria or at the pickup location. She also mentioned that she had reported him as a missing person to the police.

So I drove over there and thought to myself, "if I was a bored college kid who had to wait for a long period of time on a community college campus, where would I be?". Of course, the easy answer is "the library" so I headed up there to look. Sure enough, there he was. Tucked in a dark corner with his little DVD player and headphones, oblivious to everything. So I told him to come along down to the campus police station so that we could get the whole "missing person" thing cleared up.

So we go down there and I announce that I found the "missing person". I get placed in an interrogation room and grilled by the chief who I think suspected that I had abducted my friend and decided to turn myself in. When I finally got the thick-headed moron to understand the situation I had to wait for him to scream at my friend about "giving your mother a heart attack, wasting police resources, we've got the whole force looking for hours for you, blah blah, etc.". My friend found the whole thing hysterical so he was laughing loudly which caused the chief to get even madder and louder.

Eventually, the chief relented his shouting and we left.

Since then I have felt that police officers are a big joke.