So as a kid we were in and out of fostercare, I can't remember ever having a decent home.
This is a bit of a long story but that's mainly because the minor details is what made it odd.
This one that we went to for weekend foster care when I was about 8 or 9 was with this family called the Ratslaffs or something that sounded like that. At the very beginning I felt something was off, I tried to explain to my brothers but they didn't really understand my suspicions.
It started off super weird from the moment we arrived. They sat us down and gave us the house rules. We were to call the man "Daddy Ratslaff" and the woman "Mommy Ratslaff". The other rule was that the boys had to pee sitting down, and that Mr. Ratslaff would know if they stood up by the sound. They also explained that I would be getting my own room soon so not to get comfortable sharing a room with my three brothers.
They had two full-time foster boys as well but they always avoided us.
The first night they told us at dinner time a story about this family of 3 boys & 1 girl where a burglar broke into their house and killed everyone except the girl. Then I was the only one allowed desert because they said they knew the boys had peed standing up.
Our beds were in the partially finished basement, without a door, in a room that based on size I assume used to be a family room, it was the length of the house. My brothers beds were on one side of the room and my bed was on the other side turned facing away from their beds.
The first night he said goodnight to the boys and then came over to my bed. He sat on the side of my bed and read a story that I didn't ask for and then he wanted a hug goodnight. I said no. Then he told me I had to "listen to daddy Ratslaff". I told him that I didn't have to hug anyone that I didn't want to hug. He placed his hand on my leg and said "You have to do what daddy Ratslaff tells you to do". I started yelling at the top of my lungs "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Etc. And my brothers started yelling "Don't touch her" and then he left the room and we all went to bed.
The next morning when I woke up "Daddy Ratslaff" came into our room and explained he was there to help me dress. I said no. Then he proceeded to grab my clothes to dress me and I yelled at him that he wasn't allowed to help me if I said no. Then he left the room. As I was getting ready to change I heard shuffling in the hall. So I went out to see who was there, as I came out someone ran into the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. So I grabbed my clothes and went upstairs to change.
That day they took the older boys out to the park and for junkfood while my younger brother and I had to stay home and help Mommy Ratslaff with cleaning and cooking. But she kept separating us to do different tasks because she didn't like that we were helping each other and that we were having fun, she explained that chores were not supposed to be fun.
Everyone was home for dinner and for dessert only my youngest brother was told he can't have any because Mr. Ratslaff claimed that he heard him pee standing up. This pissed me off, and I asked how he heard him. And he said that he had good hearing. Then I sarcastically asked if he was an expert and spent all day just listening to how people piss. To which my brothers and I laughed... Mainly because I said piss. Then when they gave me my cake I gave it to my little brother, and they told me that was not allowed and I had to eat my cake. So I said I didn't want my cake if my brother couldn't have his. Then my older brothers decided the same. They told us we had to eat our cake or we'd have to stay there all night until we did. They underestimated our stubbornness and we ended up sleeping at the table.
So I told my mother about everything that happened and that I didn't feel safe there. She told me "too bad" because she wanted her weekend's to herself, because she "needed a break". The hilarious of that statement is lost during this story, but that's another long explanation. Anyways, so we had to go back.
The next weekend was the same thing, trying to make us hug when we didn't want to, etc.
That weekend the boys were all allowed to do chores to be paid, I was not allowed. I kept following around one of my brothers in the yard to chat and the Ratslaffs kept punishing me when I did by giving me "time outs" and making me sit next to Daddy Ratslaff on the patio, though never explaining what rule I broke. After the boys finished their chores daddy Ratslaff took my brothers to the store to buy toys and junkfood with their money. They were all told that they were not allowed to share with me, because I didn't do chores so I didn't deserve their candies. One of my older brothers gave be a candy and we got yelled at for "breaking house rules". And then all of my brothers were sent to the basement on "time out" and I was left in the living room with the foster boys. I can't remember what I asked the foster boys, but they told me "We're not allowed to talk to you". Then I was put in the kitchen with Mommy Ratslaff to do a puzzle until Daddy Ratslaff was done speaking to the boys, then he took over. He kept trying to make small talk and I kept freezing him out.
Dinner was much the same. I got dessert and the boys did not.
At bedtime Daddy Ratslaff told be that if I gave him a hug that my brothers would no longer be punished, but if I didn't then they would be grounded next weekend. I gave him a hug because I knew it was a manipulation but didn't want him to know I knew.
The next morning during breakfast Daddy Ratslaff claimed that he heard my little brother peeing standing up. He got up from the table, I followed him, he then tried to open the bathroom door and yelled for my brother to unlock it and let him in. I yelled from behind to not unlock until he's done, and then just come out. Then I told Daddy Ratslaff that I thought it was weird that he wanted on the bathroom while my brother was naked.
The school morning they had a new rule now that my little brother and I rode in a different car with Daddy Ratslaff while the older boys rode with Mommy Ratslaff. I told them that this made no sense because my older brothers and I went to the same school and my little brother's school was a block from ours. They insisted. Daddy Ratslaff tried to drop me off first at my school but I refused to get out of the car and wanted him to drop off my brother first. This pissed him off and he tried to remove me from the car but stopped because I kept screaming. So he dropped off my little brother at his school and then I jumped out of the car and ran to my own school.
As I was running up you my school he was pulling up behind me and I yelled to my teacher in the parking lot screaming her name over and over, he sped off.
My teacher took me to the school counselor and they felt it was worth having the police involved. They believe we were being groomed to be molested. I overheard conversions between my mother and social workers saying the foster boys were removed after they confirmed being molested. I'm not sure what happened from there, I just know that we went to a different weekend foster care, and my mother now claims she was the one who made the reports when she tells people about it.
TLDR: went to weekend foster care and man in charge was a child molester.