50 Unsettling Sentences That Stopped Conversations Cold

The worst thing ever said to me was said by my employer. I had just laid my mother in the grave on Sunday after a 6 month battle with cancer, and on that next morning he said, “You need to get over that mother sh*t and get your mind back on the job.” I never forgave him for that and quit after being a key employee for over 25 years.

I have a special needs daughter. Her condition means she likely won’t live much past 40. She requires full assistance for everything. We have to dress her, bathe her, etc.

I said to my wife once “It’s sucks to know that we will probably outlive one of our kids.” And my wife just looks at me and says “Yeah, but what happens to her if we don’t?” And the realization that not only will we outlive her, but it’s probably good that we will set in. It’s f****d either way.

My mom opened a closet we hadn’t in like 10 years & a Furby opened his eyes and say something about 'that was a good sleep!' 😂.

Things my parents said to me after I was r*ped. My dad said I was stupid and it was my own fault and my mum told me I had ruined his life by pressing charges and taking him to court. My mum also recently told me that she doesn’t like spending time with me, and that my sister is a nicer and better person than me. Other things she has said about my weight. Sore.

When I was giving birth to our son, immediately after he was born I had a severe hemorrhage and lost 3.6L, over half my blood volume. I was rushed to surgery and clinically died on the operating table, but was resuscitated. My baby and I were kept in hospital for a week after the birth, he was fine but the doctors thought I'd possibly had a stroke as well as needing to recover from the birth.

When we were finally allowed to go home, my fiance (now very much ex) came and picked us up. Then on the drive home he said to me very matter of factly,

"I don't love you anymore, you mean nothing to me. I accepted that you'd died, and honestly it would have been easier if you'd stayed dead. I look at him (our son) and he means everything to me. I look at you, and you mean nothing.".

My wife once woke me up from a sleep and said “can you go feed the clown in the closet before he gets angry?” And turned back over and went to sleep. My side of the bed faces the closet and it’s dark enough and big/deep enough to hide a clown for sure. She has zero recollection of it.

Someone I knew had just passed the Bar exam to become a lawyer.

He got home from the exam and checked his voicemails. There was only one. It started with the sound of distant howling wind, then the sound of screaming men and women started, followed by what sounded like the cracking of whips. Continued for about 30 seconds and ended.

He kind of chucked and said that Satan had called to congratulate him on passing the Bar.

Was on FaceTime with my wife because I was on the road. I was sitting alone in my hotel room and she said “who’s that behind you?” And then the screen went out, the lights went off, and then quickly came back on.

I couldn’t sleep after that so just got back on the road and as far away from there as I could.

Thanksgiving day 2007, my 15yo son, in hospice care, wakes up. Says tzeide Pinchas, my great grandfather wanted me to know he was proud of me and that he, my son, wanted to go home. He died 2 hours later. My great grandfather died in KZ Treblinka following the liquidation of Łodz ghetto.

"You're lucky this is a bunk bed room or I'd f**k you on the spot".

Drunk Italian guy stormed into the hostel dorm after being weird to me all day and basically threatened to r*pe me.

Told reception, cops came, he never came back. Kept his sick a*s Polaroid camera as a token of my gratitude.

"Little girls like you go missing out here all the time"

Excuse me... WHAT?!

An ex boyfriend. We'd been together a while but things weren't going too well, particularly in the bedroom. He snapped at me one day, "At least my brother will f*** me!" I asked him what he meant but he said it was just nonsense.

For context, I'm a woman and we were both mid 20s and his brother late 20s at the time. I already thought his family were a bit strange but that really got me worried.

Ran into a friend that I had not seen for quite a while. He said "*hey, so wild to see you! The other night [X] and I were hanging out and we played with a Ouija board and the thing spelled out, "[****my wife's full name****] is going home"*. We kind of chuckled and I said that's odd, and parted ways.

My wife died in an accident a few days later. He and I talked about it once and never mentioned it again.

"You're the woman every man wants to f**k, not the one they want to marry" ( his explanation when I was distraught upon finding out he had been using me to cheat on his fiancée, who I didn't know existed).

After swim class at a YMCA, I was 10 years old in a locker room with only one other person in there, a middle age man, he was tying his shoes as I went into a stall to change. As I got out of the stall, he said, "Hey kid, do you hear that?" Obviously my stranger danger senses kicked in, but I did tried to remain quiet and then I actually did hear what he was talking about, it was like someone's heavy breathing and then footsteps on walls, the concrete walls, like wet footsteps traveling up the back wall. I don't believe in ghost or anything, so there probably was an explanation, but it was still freaky and I was young. I looked at him, and he was staring up the wall following the foot steps, I remember how terrified and concerned his face was, I don't know why, but he suddenly hurried me out of the locker room, and he ran over to his friends to tell them what we had heard, and I ran to my grandpa. I saw him a couple more times throughout the year. Everytime I drive by the now closed YMCA I think about that.

When I was 15, my mom had me sit on the couch when I got home from school because she had something 'difficult' to tell me. My father had been arrested for solicitation of a minor. I knew what that meant, but I think my brain was trying to protect me. I had to ask her what she meant, and when she did, I vomited all over the living room. Then, I broke down in tears.


I was such a daddy's girl growing up, and it was just inconceivable to me that he could have done something so awful. Thankfully, he was caught in an Internet sting, and no child was actually harmed. Regardless, that moment set off a 3-year period in which I was pretty much living on autopilot while my parents' divorce and my father's prosecution were ongoing. He ultimately didn't serve any time. The closest thing to justice he got was dying young.

"Get the hell away from me. You're crazy."

My father said that to me when he became delirious a few days before he died from cancer. I had to carry him to the couch after he had locked himself in the bathroom. It was the last thing he ever said to me.

I suffer from mental health problems due to a brain injury. When he said that, I didn't know if it was just the delirium or his true, uncensored opinion of me. I hope the former, but I will never know. I still think of it many years later.

Maybe it’s the most unsettling due to recency bias but…

My grandmother died two months ago. I saw her best friend at church last weekend, and we were making small talk, and then she said, “I miss her. My phone never rings anymore.”

This lady is 94. She would talk to my grandmother on the phone every single day. They had been friends since the 40s. Eighty years of friendship is gone, and she is the only one left of her peer group. Anyone who knew her when she was young is gone. And while she has children and grandchildren who call on occasion, it’s not the same.

It struck me as so incredibly sad and lonely. Every time I think about it, I tear up. I wanted to give her my number, but honestly I don’t know her well—she knows my face but can never remember my name. And I work full time while I raise three kids so I don’t have much spare time. I’m heartbroken for her.

Mine started with a recurring dream.

My parents had died a decade ago, and their estate was being worked by the executor (our brother) until all debts had been paid off, so we could get our inheritances free and clear. My sister had inherited the main family home, which had been built in the 1850s, and I'd inherited a smaller cottage, which had been built in the 1890s. The cottage was in terrible condition, but the main home was habitable. I was excited about having the land, so I could build a more modern home, and my sister was very happy with being heir to an old but comfortable place.

I hadn't been out to the home place in years because the executor was supposed to be taking care of all that, but for some odd reason, I had a dream about the main family home. In the dream, I walked up to the door and knocked, and my dad met me. He was dripping with sweat, like he'd been doing heavy manual labor, and his face was distressed. He told me, "You need to come home, Thorny, I need help over here, we're flooding real bad." When I walked in, the outside walls were the only thing remaining intact. The house had been gutted, and all that remained were the floor, wall studs, ceiling joists, and roof. No furniture, no personal effects, nothing else. Just...nothing, and the smell of mold. And my dad said again , pleading, "We need help. Call your brother and tell him that I said he agreed to take care of this place until you girls got it, and he's not doing what he promised. This place is falling apart and I can't do anything to fix it."

I had that dream for several times over the span of two years. And each time, it was the same. Come home. Call your brother and tell him I'm pissed at him. Fix this place, it's falling apart. I'd wake up with a feeling of sadness.

We finally settled the estate, and my sister called me to come over to help her clean up the main home. And when I walked in, I was hit by the rank smell of mold. Turns out, the roof had been damaged in some long-ago storm, the executor had done nothing about it (probably because he wasn't the one inheriting it, the git), and the place had quickly deteriorated. In several rooms, the walls were buckling with water damage, and almost all the walls were stained with mold. In my old bedroom and in the adjoining sitting room, the floor had rotted away.

In order to renovate the place, we'd literally have to strip the home down to the exterior walls and studs. My sister was furious, and I don't blame her. She was supposed to "move back home", and instead, she has to tear down a century-old place and start over.

The hairs on the back of my neck still prickle when I think about those dreams. I knew before I knew. And I can't help but wonder if my brother had dreams where our father was fussing at him, because the only reason (in life) that my dad would call me and ask me to talk to a sibling, was because my dad had already talked to that sibling and had not gotten results.

My friend to me after I was taken advantage of sexually - “At least you now know that there are people who want to f**k you”.