What’s the most unsettling thing a stranger has ever said or done to you?

a guy sitting next to me at a coffee shop casually complimented my laptop, and then told me to have a good day using my first name. i wasn't wearing a name tag, didn't give my name for an order, and i had never seen him in my life. i just packed up and left immediately. 

I was in line to get a ticket/pass for a convention with my sister and our friend and this random guy we said maybe a few words to randomly comes behind me and says “spontaneous back scratch” and scratches my back. The shock I felt and my sister pulled me away from the dude as quick as she could and made a barrier.

had a guy on a bus sit next to me stare for a bit then goes “don’t worry, it won’t happen today” and just gets off at the next stop… never saw him again. still think about that sometimes lol

I had a stranger man come all the way up to me and say “Is that you?”, look me up and down, “No, but it looks like a younger you.” And just walked away.

Stood at subway was getting that s*** veggie delux when a woman and her two friends came up to me and stated masking who my plastic surgeon was, then why I told them I didn’t have plastic surgery (I haven’t) they went crazy and waited for me outside the shop by my truck…They knew my name as well and idk how they did, my full name… I didn’t know these women and I wasn’t in the state I lived in so I had no clue how they knew me and they waited for me like creeps…

A guy tried to grab my breasts during a parade, two different times men grabbed me threw me over their shoulders and started walking off. Both were stopped. Didn't know either of them.

I grew up Mormon and Mormon high schoolers take a religion class every morning before school. It started at 6:00 am but when I was probably 14 years old I got there early so I thought I was the only one at the building at like 5:30 am on March 15. I walked into the classroom and turned the lights on and there was a man in his 50’s that I’d never seen before and he just ominously said, “beware the Ides of March,” and then walked out of a door on the opposite side of the room. As it turns out he was a developmentally disabled guy who attended another congregation in the same building who was there to help with a spring cleaning of the building, but damn did it scare the shit out of me in the moment.

I was walking around a random town in WV for a work trip. I walk by this dude and give him the nod. Him: How's it goin' Me: Not bad, and you? Him: They won't let me on the bus because I have this \*pulls out a butterfly knife and starts twirling it around\* I started walking and looking back to make sure the dude wasn't following me. I saw him a couple more times walking around that day and always crossed the street or took a different street so we didn't have to have any more interactions.

Nothing. I dont pay much attention to what other people do, and I certainly dont care what they think.

So a storm had blown our shitty metal shed off of its foundation. Landlord told us to tear it down and he'd build us a new shed. Dad and I get to work and start taking down the metal shed. An older gentleman thay lives down the road drives by and sees all the sheet metal we've laid down and asks if he could take it. We get the all clear from landlord and he says he's gonna get his son and they'll come help us and take the metal. He comes back a few minutes later with his son, who I'd day was 40-50 years old. Right away, got really weird vibes from him. At one point, we are down to the last bolt, holding the last 2 pieces of metal together, but for some reason as much as we unscrew the bolt, it's not coming out of the nut. We try, and try, and try, but nothing is happening. The son speaks for the first time, he sounds like Private Pyle in the bathroom scene of Full Metal Jacket. "I uh......sure wish we had one of those....*hammers*...with the...with the *claw* on the end...you can uh...." then he does this creepy little laugh, "really uh...rip a nail out with one of those". Really really creepy. After a few more minutes, we resort to folding the pieces back and forth until the anchor point snaps, we all let out a little "yay". The son speaks again, "well...there's..." he does his creepy little laugh again, "there's uh...more than one way to uh...skin a *cat*". I am positive this man has skinned plenty of cats at this point, and probably some people. I have never in my life felt so uncomfortable around another human being.