Not so much unhappy as rolling on the floor laughing.
So I posted a story, I shall not say where, to see what critique it would receive. It was the opening of a psychopomp story, about a guy who tries to commit suicide, arrives at the gates to the afterlife and the psychopomp helping him to terms with a past trauma and moving forwards before returning to the living world. Tragedy, elegiac, and all that. So far, fine, right?
So this guy read it, and some of his first questions were: "Where is hell? Did the psychopomp get there illegally?" I answered with "Somewhere, and I have no idea how someone gets to hell illegally". He answered with:
"Well maybe she could have been kidnapped by a zombie or a very dangerous person that works for this made up concept of hell. Hell could really be a place for all the undead. And maybe the person who kidnapped her gets poetic justice at the end of the story. While she changes her world view."
Now, I should not criticise critiquers. They took the time to read it and critique it. But... hot damned. I'm pretty sure I didn't lead the readers down that garden path. (if I did, I deny all responsibility)