As mentioned on the main page, Lavender Town. I'm the one who wrote all that, and those side effects happened to me (or, in the case of the last one, my black lab). My room is currently airing out while my head hurts and my nose stings. The thing is, it was only in the early copies, so I temped fate and looked up the music on Youtube. Stupid me.

This Troper's own voice just caused a brown note that '''''WARPED THE SENSORY REACTIONS''''' of one of his friends. My podcast co-host and I were just talking about what we can do with our vocal ranges. I told him ''"You know, just for the sake of comedy, I will drop my vocal range down to a deep Base and sing Miley Cyrus songs."'' I proceeded to sing a line from ''"Party in the USA"''. I made his '''EYES BURN FROM HEARING MY VOICE!''' He's gonna need a LOT of BrainBleach to overcome that much trauma.

I sang Once Upon A December (Anastasia 97) really low and really slow to my brother to get him to "Sleep"..I creeped him the F out.

This troper cannot stand the sound of scraping ice. It just... does things to my fight/flight response. Also: my mother developed a way of calling my name. It was worse. than. the. ice. Don't ask how, I think it's a resonance thing.

Nails across a blackboard have no effect on me, but scrape two balloons or two blocks of polystyrene across each other and I get nasty shivers up my spine.

Any High pitched noise literally hurts this tropers head and it seems to increase his anger level as well.

This troper found the ''Illuminatus'' trilogy itself to be hallucinogenic. Maybe I shouldn't have read it straight through....

That would be inadvisable... but I know just what you mean.

''Arkham Asylum: A Serious House On Serious Earth'', while listening to TomWaits (specifically his ''Rain Dogs'' album), after imbibing nearly an entire pitcher of Kool-Aid. There were then uncanny parallels, highly disturbing dreams, and permanent psychological damage.

This troper's friend gets a strange feeling in his stomach every time he hears Radiohead.

This tropette has Brown Notes in the form of anything sordid, misanthropic, or overly horrifying. Also, anything sung by Samantha Fox. I will NOT EVER bear to listen to her sex-obsessions. Additionally, even though {{Aerosmith}} are a great band and Janie is one of their greatest songs, it kind of hurts me to hear it once I found out what it was about: RapeAsDrama involving a teenager and her possibly JerkAss father.

Sadly, while this idea was first presented as an "adult-proof" ringtone, any number of teenagers discovered, to their sorrow, that it really isn't. Some people in their thirties and can hear it just fine. While it is true that, in general, the older you get the harder it is to hear, there is no single point after which no one can hear it, and before which, everyone can.

It depends on the degree of deterioration of that person's hearing. Since most modern youth listen to music at pretty high volumes, they'll soon stop hearing that ringtone. (Not me. I take care of my hearing.) On the other hand, there's both an uncle who has always been careful with the hearing and easily hears it and a classmate who was never capable of doing so.

Also, notice that the ringtone was designed on the assumption that your teacher is an old geezer aged 40 or higher.

This troper exploited the commodity of these ringtones with a small magnetized circuit that played an annoying screech every 3-5 min which he stuck to the underside of every overhead he came across over two weeks in high school.

Due to this ringtone, this troper was stuck in the same homeroom as someone who would set off THE MOST ANNOYING RINGTONE and the teacher would just yell at us to stop bitching.

It was worse at our school. After the teachers became annoyed of how most of us where whining about the smart-arse in the back of room's phone killing us, they got their revenge/prevented any further occurrence by ''playing that pitch constantly through the one and a half hour weekly assembly.'' And expected us to sing like normal.

My 55 years old mother can hear these high-waved tones better than my 28 years old sister (not better than me, but I just can't hear low-waved tones that way, except if it's not ''that'' low-waved.

A few of my teachers could hear it, and backed the whole class up when we screamed at the offending student to turn off his ringtone.

This troper and her brother, both teenaged, could hear the high-pitched ringtone. Our dad couldn't hear it, so he kept turning it UP and UP and UP...

This troper's sanity was never the same after viewing the CrackPairing page....

This Troper made had the misfortune of coming down with a nasty case of stomach flu in the middle of friggin ''{{WALL-E}}'', and is unable to think about that movie without feeling somewhat ill. This troper is NOT happy about this, and was irritated that seeing it again without the vomit interlude failed to end the association. Movie was still the best seen in a long time, despite all that.

Played straight with this troper, and incorporates BerserkButton. The sound of whistling can cause her to become disoriented, and the sound of a baby crying or screaming affects her to the point of physical pain. When at a local book store during the release for a book, she was searching the bottom shelf when an unsupervised three-year-old child walked up next to her and blew a whistle about one foot from her head. This troper actually turned around and grabbed the child's face with her hand and nearly injured the child.

This troper had a strange experience after reading a book on memes in his college's library. He looked and saw that the library had the look of 40000}} Chaos architecture and that things were happening around that sounded like it could be Commorragh. It might have had something to do with this troper's depression and ADD meds, but nothing notable happened until that book.

One troper has experienced chest discomfort when exposed to very loud, very low bass emanating from "boom cars".

Is it in your ribs or in the stomach? If it's in the ribs, that's normal. The car's just so damn loud that the sound waves are resonating off of your ribs. If you actually feel ill, I sympathize.

Seems to be inside the ribcage area and up toward my throat. The sympathy is appreciated. (I'm not 100% sure that such a situation didn't at least once cause a slightly irregular heartbeat.)

This Troper also sympathizes except with this Troper it is his entire ribcage. But considering that this Troper's lungs are thirty-seven percent larger than the average person's of his height. It is the same effect as a drum rattling caused by low bass sounds. The vibrations causes an ill feeling in the entirety of this Troper's torso.

This troper has the same problem. Chest discomfort, and feeling like I might have a heart attack. It also extends to my head, so it feels like my head might implode at any moment.

This troper is like the one above, where it almost feels like he's going to have a heart attack, but I don't get a headache. But for some reason, I almost don't mind. Like, I don't like the feeling, but I do, as it makes it that much more apparent that I'm alive and have a heart. It's weird to explain

This troper has the instinct to leave the room when my sister is watching the Disney Channel in hopes of not going insane or slitting my wrists.

One a more positive note, watching the first episode of GurrenLagann inexplicably caused my body to act as if it drank one too many shots of expresso. That's saying a lot.

This troper does not like chaotic noise (say, talking) coming from several directions at once (like in a crowd). It makes her feel dizzy and anxious.

This troper has the same problem. More quiet noises cause a migraine far more quickly than any one loud, piercing noise.

Auditory Processing Disorder. Basically, it's a condition where your brain has difficulty sorting out sounds, so that in situations where sounds aren't clearly distinct, the brain throws up its metaphorical hands in frustration.

Are you This Troper?! She can't stand really ... clear? sounding crowd noise, as it makes her feel dizzy and anxious too. Normal crowd noise irritates her a little, but nothing too spectacular. Amazingly, the fact that this happens with me made a scene in TheMovie of DeathOfASalesman really, REALLY effective, as it was a particular brand of clear crowd noise - everything was confusingly brought together, it made me feel really nervous and horrible and it basically made me relate to Willy.

This troper once ate a piece of (actually very good) banana cake at band practice. The next day, I developed a serious illness that lasted several months. Then, some time, I eat some cake from the same person. And contract the illness again. It's not even as if it was an illness that's infectious, or remotely germ based, for goodness sake!

It just means that this person is a LethalChef, and you just got poisoned by some cake side-effect.

Nope. The illness was based on breathing rates. Nothing at all to do with cake.

This troper can think of two, though they feel more like {{Logic Bomb}}s short-circuiting his mind. Anyway, the first is "the spider-fly, caught in its own web" from the ''[=~Avatar: The Last Airbender~=]'' finale, the sheer absurdity of which made it impossible for him to finish watching for a day or two. It just implies so little meaning or sense in the world that it was impossible to care until he got it out of his system! The second can be found on the ''JustBugsMe/ThePrincessBride'' JustBugsMe page, where basically he seems to have created a StableTimeLoop of IJBM-ness! >>>>>....<<<<<

If you want to make me laugh, just show me the image on MinorInjuryOverreaction, I ALWAYS laugh at it.

Laugh at it? It frightens me...

I managed both frightening and laughter, in that order.

This troper jumped back, simultaneously cramped three major muscles (right bicep, left front thigh and calf) from sudden, all-encompassing tension, and almost threw up (bile to the mouth, bleh) after seeing the memetic kill agent on the proposals for scp 001 page at the SCPFoundation. Granted, it's also supposed to be a sort of a visual screamer trap and looks like something that could MindScrew Cthulhu. But still.

I think it looks quite pretty. Bizarre, but pretty.

According to this troper's economics teacher, the United States tax code is a TomeOfEldritchLore (although he didn't use that precise phrase) which will drive you insane if you try to read all of it. He said that after a few hours of trying, "I could barely remember my own name!".

I (@/JBridge) can't stand portrait paintings. I recall a specific instance where I was in an art museum with my mom. We were looking at the portraits, and I noted the UncannyValley-ness of the paintings. The reason is that the painters were trying to make it look real, and ''almost'' succeeded. Now that we have cameras, paintings tend to be more stylized. Anyway, the portraits managed to give me a stomach ache, and we retreated to the cafe where I calmed my stomach with a soda. Afterwards, we saw some pretty landscapes. There's one painting in particular that game me the creeps; a portrait of a ''very'' pale woman with her breasts revealed- and a knife through her chest.

This troper is absolutely unable to consume or even look at any sort of edible substance with the image of a mascot on it. It's sort of become a house rule that all cereals are generic store brands and there are to be no characters or faces on cakes or cookies at all ever. (Yes, I'm twenty and my mother still makes birthday cakes for me. I never eat them.)

In this troper's social studies class, there was an assignment where you had to make a commercial, consisting of a billboard and a radio spot, for a fake product related to Washington state history, which would then be scored by four random students in the class on grading day by holding up signs with numbers on them. One of the billboards was a picture of a woman who looked like she was in the middle of stripping (this was an eighth grade class, remember) and the radio spot was almost unintelligible. The two actually caused this troper to feel physical pain all over his body, especially in his head. It was lucky I wasn't chosen to score it, or I would probably have written 'EPIC FAIL' on the grading sheet and given it a 0. (the lowest you could give was 1)

This troper suffers a brown note in the form of bananas. He used to love bananas, absolutely adore them. Then one day he shoved too much of one banana down his throat and promptly vomited it up. He is now unable to eat bananas or even smell them without feeling ill. He also discovered that, especially when his ears have too much wax in them, his guitar's first three strings can be painful to listen to at high volume, when he used to be able to turn the volume on the guitar AND the amp to 10 and play the highest note without feeling pain, despite it being a high-pitched screetch.

This troper developed clinical depression around the time she started working in the cast production of {{Carousel}}. It stuck until the production was essentially finished, and she is now unable to listen to ''any'' of the songs without getting unshakably depressed for the remainder of the day--sometimes even to the point of needing a quiet place to cry. It doesn't help that the play is one of the first tragic musicals of its time.

Dog yelps. It drives This Troper insane, not only because it means they need something, but because it's just plain irritating. A really good reason for her to take good care of her dogs, despite said troper being lazy and irresponsible.

The last time this troper smoked marijuana, she had a very bad high where she could barely walk or stay awake and felt very ill. Now if she even just thinks about weed she feels kind of sick...

Unfortunately, this Troper is a teenager. And like most teens, he has "dermatological anomalies" (as the Test Sisters put it). And even worse, his mom is obsessed with (Squick Alert!) every single one of them''. Even when I clearly scream at her that it's my job ''alone'' to do it, and that she deliberately uses the most painful method possible. Four years into teenhood, and I freak out whenever my mom even gets NEAR my face. Could maybe be a combination of {{Squick}} (duh) and {{Brown Note}}.

You should speak to a dermatologist. I've been told (by board-certified dermatologists, not an OldWivesTale) that popping them spreads the oils over your face and makes you break out more. Medicated cremes or just thorough washing (2-3 times a day) is much more effective, and they cycle in two to three weeks.

This troper saw The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya for the first time whilst groggy and nauseous from depression meds; she's now abandoned the series because she can't think about it without feeling sick. She also finds that reading creepypasta always makes her eyes well up with tears even if she stays completely calm.

This Troper's teeth always hurt whenever someone drags a metal chair leg across a carpet.

This Troper cannot hear high pitched noises (ie. nails on chalkboard, squeaky pencils) without clutching her ears in discomfort and sometimes pain. Sadly, she has also been conditioned off strawberry milk (formerly her favorite drink ever) because one day she got a carton of spoiled milk from her lunch lady in elementary school and that was pretty much the only place where she ever drank anything.

When a person in this troper's vicinity scrapes a fingernail or something similar across heavy cloth made primarily of cotton, he usually freezes in place thanks to the feeling of having a moderately strong electrical current coursing through the back of his neck and teeth.

When this troper hears foil scraping across china or anything similarly smooth, her teeth hurt enough to make her visibly wince. And there was once a plug-in bathroom air-cleaner which rendered her incapable of entering that bathroom until her father unplugged it. It wasn't so much the intense pain as her entire body shouting GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! overriding any sense.

Believe it or not, HD televisions. Seeing one show on a normal television and the same show with a high definition television underneath made this troper wince in sensory pain as it seemed to assault her brain! The fact that she has high sensory sensitivity made her reconsider applying for a television store application. If [=TVs=] affect her that much, perhaps she shouldn't apply for a job selling [=TVs=].

On additional thought, hearing a child cry makes troper wince as well. It seems to be a material instinct to make sure the child is safe and isn't bleeding to death instead of trying to kill this Troper, but oh well.

Another female troper is the same way. A child crying in a store I'm in? I'm looking around to find him/her and make sure he/she is OK. I also go into "babysitter" mode when I see a small child in a public place without an adult [=VERY=] close. I'll chat with the little one, ask where Mom/Dad is, that sort of thing.

This troper literally ''hurts'' when in bright light. Maybe it's just me being used to indoor conditions, or maybe it's my Scandinavian heritage, but when strong light is pointing in my general direction I get headaches and my eye muscles cramp up. It distorts my color perception for about a minute after returning inside. My psychology teacher experiences the same symptoms and says it's not unheard of in people with light complexions and eyes. Very loud sounds and the high-pitched whine a TV makes when it's left on with no input also give me headaches, but not as strong.

I have two examples. The first is one that persists to this day: loud noises give me a killer headache. This makes going to parties and concerts pretty much impossible. The second has worn off over time, though. One morning I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast, and shortly after started showing symptoms of the stomach flu. Even though I felt better the next day, the very thought of eating eggs made me feel ill for years after that event.

The obnoxious, piercing buzz emitted by elevators manufactured by Dover or [=ThyssenKrupp=] drive This Troper into rage, making him want to break stuff.

This anonymous Troper had the worst issues with barbecued chicken after she got horribly ill with the stomach flu after eating it for dinner one night. It took her years to get over it and she *still* cannot eat certain types of barbecue without gagging.

This Troper finds the sound of squeezing cotton balls to give chills to him. Even the thought does this to him.

This troper cannot stand the sound of pencil against paper. In school I'm okay with it because the sound is mixed with the other sounds (Scratching is less annoying when it's happening too much for you to hear the subtle sounds) but if there is one person in the room with a pencil. SCRITCHSCRITCHSCRITCH

This troper really hates the feel of his nails scraping over rock.

This troper finds that HouseofLeaves is a BrownNote about a BrownNote. Not only does EVERYONE in the book suffer from either the House itself or just the NOTES about the house, but everyone who reads the book has 1 of 4. (or perhaps more), side effects. 1. Nightmares 2. Being scared of the dark, 3. Become completely obsessed with the book, or 4. Never picking up the book again after attempting to read it. This troper is #2 and #3.

This troper will normally see something interesting in a fanmade music video on Youtube that looks interesting, then find out what it is and look at almost everything about it before finally deciding to watch it.

This anonymous troper '''''does not''''' like the sound of someone scratching a spoon in a metal pot.

BluRay. Does anyone else find BluRay movies on large [=TVs=] to look horrible to the point of causing nausea?

The horribly insidious hum/buzz that our old vacuum-tube television makes when turned on. It will someday drive this troper to axe-murder.

This Troper was overwhelmed with joy when his parents finally replaced their old CRT (in 2010).

This Fledgling Troper has always had a problem with any popcorn made in the microwave or movie theatre, resulting in horrible diarrhea every time he eats some. Fresh made popcorn is fine, but the smell of that over buttered, artificial CRAP makes him nauseous.

If life is a video game, then blinding sunlight plus a ripped contact lense equals major Interface Screw.

Screw that, this troper can't even walk straight if he loses one of his contacts.

The sound of anything having to do with styrofoam makes This Troper run into the other room.

Don't even ''mention'' end-of-the-universe scenarios around this troper. You have been warned.

http://www.exitmundi.nl/exitmundi.htm

@/DoomTay: Hearing my dad say "What are you doing?" in a demanding tone tends to up my anxiety.

Dog or deer whistles drive this troper insane!! My family used to have an automatic dog whistle in our backyard and I literally couldn't stand it; it caused tremendous headaches if I stuck around.

The sound of cardboard scraping on cardboard, as when closing a box-- it's much like the proverbial fingernails on a blackboard, and makes me feel physically ill for a moment.

I've got a few:

I once caught a stomach bug that I somehow managed to associate with the last thing I ate before experiencing symptoms: scrambled eggs. I was unable to eat scrambled eggs for several years after that without feeling ill.

This troper sympathizes. She once had a terrible stomach virus and all the while, images of her mother's chicken soup kept flashing in front of her eyes. To this day, the sight of said soup makes her feel ill.

Something similar happened with this troper during the '98 ice storm. Our power was out for like a month, and we were basically subsisting on grilled cheese sandwiches and tea. ''Lots'' of tea. About two weeks in, my whole family got sick, one right after the other. Twelve years later and I ''just'' started drinking tea again, and I haven't touched a single grilled cheese sandwich. A similar thing happened several years later on Christmas Eve, when I had some takeout Pad Thai while on a last-minute shopping trip and immediately got sick for Christmas. It took a ''long'' time to trust Thai food again, and I still can't do Pad Thai.

This troper too has had similar experiences. I can't even think about yogurt coated raisins without feeling nauseous, after eating some one day and then the next morning I found myself rushing to the bathroom as I was about to puke, and this incident happened ten years ago. That said, I still don't have any issue with some of the other food items I ate that same day: porridge, leak & potato soup and pasta, most notably.

I once had a fairly major depressive episode, during which I listened to little except "Photographic Memory" by EmilieAutumn. I haven't been able to enjoy the song since.

This troper knows what you mean. I went through a rather traumatizing period a while ago, and at the same time, I couldn't change the songs on my iPod due to computer troubles, and even though it's been a while, there are some songs that I listened to over and over again during that period that I now cannot make myself listen to.

Ditto for this troper, he cannot stand {{Music/KateMiller-Heidke}} after having broken up with a girl for whom our relationship theme song was by that artist. If he even so much as ''thinks too hardly'' of ANY Kate Miller-Heidke song, he gets in a bad mood until he can listen to some Ayumi Hamasaki or somesuch (bit odd, considering he's ''usually'' a metalhead...)

In addition, I recently finished work on a mix CD designed to cause fear and discomfort in listeners, inspired by certain pages on this very wiki. So far, all but one of my test subjects have reported that it works.

Cutter fics always make this Troper pass out. It can be especially embarrassing in libraries.

This troper abhors the sound and feel of writing with a broken pencil. The way the rough surface of the graphite grinds against the paper...* shivers*

@/{{Mythsage}} has always considered himself a rather difficult person to truly unsettle for long periods of time. With two exceptions. The first one is the buzzing of a bee or similar insect. Due to his rather extreme phobia of such insects, such a sound will cause him to nigh-involuntarily clench his shoulderblades while feeling a bizarre ache throughout his upper back. The second is that fucking "Guts" story. After first reading it, he thought it was kinda funny, for some bizarre reason. And then he experienced what he guesses was a panic attack. Namely, he couldn't get a decent breath in for the next couple of minutes and nearly passed out. Why? No friggin' clue.

@/IRBlayne does visual brown notes count? If so every once in a while I see something pretty inocculous that for some reason I see it "wrong" at first glance and get paralyze with fear, sometimes at night sometimes from random pictures of the internet, I can't find the links though, its completely irrational though as a closer inspection always makes me go "what?" and I can't figure out what happened.

I'd say it's valid. It happens to me, too. It's a mixture of annoying and "Crap, I think I need to change my panties." Bonus points if it's a photo of a landscape or something.

This troper can't listen to any music with low, growly voices, like those in many metal songs. Low whispers are fine, but the growls have actually made her pass out. Similarly, anything over her base level for 'loud' noise wise has been known to give her headaches that won't go away for hours and cause vomiting. Concerts and movie theatres are the bane of their existence.

This troper can't stand a few, namely: Lady Gaga, Jason Mraz, Fur Elise (too bitter sounding) and anything by a certain purple dinosaur.

And oh, he suffers from Tinnitus. A power failure happened the other night. Cue annoying ringing that only he hears. He actually powered up one of the children toys in his collection (particularly one that plays continuous lullabies) to maintain his sanity.

On the non-sound front: Balloons (go ahead and laugh) due to a particularly large one going off spectacularly in his face while he was still a baby (hey, maybe there's milk in it... POP! WAAHHHHH!) and clock chimes (due to being exposed to a horror movie while he was a toddler. It's now mostly under control. He still gets an uneasy feeling when he knows he's within the vicinity of a chiming clock that's about to go off on the hour).

I'm still not quite sure what it was, but one time, this troper was sitting in class when a HORRIBLE whine reached his ears. As most of his friends know, he is BAD with high-pitched noises. The worst was, it seemed to be coming from IN MY EARS. This troper sat, clutching his ears, ready to scream, for a minute until it finally ended. His ears ached for the rest of the day.

This troper (@/RAMChYLD) gets that all the time too. It's apparently caused by the body overheating. Drink lots of isotonic drinks and avoid chocolate for a while.

this troper got a headache/stomach-ache after watching a program that had been time compressed. Also when a bad EP/SLP mono VHS tape is blown up onto a massive monitor. not to mention HDTV picture. I hate it, which is an understatement. It's too bright, and too realistic to the point where it's really, REALLY creepy. As for sound, BASS. Just Bass. I can't tell you how many effin' times I've wanted to Kill the person playing the music, shoot or damage the car if it's a car driving by, or take their stereo and smash it into little pieces of rubble. Yes, Souja Boi, we know you have "b-tches" at your beck and call and your "up in diz' 'o" , quite saying it 55,000 times and putting an irritating, bass thumping, poorly written beat made by someone who has the intelligence of a 3 year old, and the ego larger than the owner of Viacom. Would this fit more under "berserk button", methinks?

This troper's scout corps owns a big house were we have camps and sleep overs and such. We have a bit of a problem with mice there, since the house is very old, located in the middle of nowhere and is unused over long periods of time (especially during winter). Therefore, we bought a device that gives off a sound that supposedly scares off mice, and put it on the kitchen floor. The sound is supposed to be too high pitched for humans to hear, but I could hear it for some reason. It was an extremely unpleasant sound, making me feel almost physically ill to the point were I couldn't even enter the kitchen if they didn't turn it off first.

The sound of someone else brushing their teeth makes me feel sick. Luckily brushing my own teeth sounds different, for some reason.

Visual BrownNote for me: smile.dog and smile.girl. Links to these images can be found on the HighOctaneNightmareFuel page; the former was the subject of a small edit war. I don't know what it is about them - most people aren't frightened by them, or think they're funny - but those pale, shining dead eyes and all those teeth almost make me vomit every time I come across one of these pictures unexpectedly. I literally feel nauseous, and get goosebumps and chills all up and down my spine. It's really weird.

I think a lot of people are freaked out by those pics. I know that they make me laugh AND freak me out at the same time.

Similarly, this troper (Dragonayyy) has experienced physically sickness from seeing the smile.dog drawn remake. She thinks it's because she saw it before she was "ready"-- i.e., before she was interested in creepy things.

This troper has a friend who is a biotechnician by profession. Once, at work, he happened to walk through an area where a piece of magnetic resonating equipment was being repaired, and was unshielded. He felt a peculiar sensation, but dismissed it (the door said no artificial limbs and no pacemakers; he has neither). But then the sensation started to grow pleasant. Then too pleasant. Then overwhelming. And the next thing he knew he was on the floor with people asking him if he was okay. He got up, then realized that the front of his shorts was full of something... sticky. He realized that the resonating equipment had been ''causing his nipple rings and Prince Albert to vibrate.''

This troper has a few, mostly combined with BerserkButton:

Like someone up there, I CANNOT STAND the smell of microwave popcorn. I feel nauseous and want to strangle things, namely my brother, the major popcorn-eater of the house.

Similarly to another post up there, the sound of forks scraping on plates makes me want to ''break'' things.

Also similarly to another poster, I end up wanting to hit things whenever my dad yells my name. Er.. yeah.

I CANNOT ever READ about blood. It makes me nauseated. I don't know why. However, I've seen every episode of House.

Lastly, and probably most oddly, TVTropes itself. Reading it at night scares the living shit out of me for no freaking reason, no matter what page I'm reading. It doesn't help that when I use the computer, my back is diagonally facing a large window, which I can see with my peripheral vision and try by all means not to face.

This troper recently developed a text-based one: when I read the word "alive" in ANY context, it immediately reminds me of the titular Evangelion darkfic. Normally such a thing wouldn't bother me but this fic has very strong subjects involving ''repeated, consensual rape of a minor'':said minor has [[TearJerker no choice but to shut up and take it, unspokenly knowing that she will be killed and resurrected at the first sign of defiance, if she tells anyone OR if she commits suicide; worst of all is that the only person who could notice her bruises is canonically the rapee's lover!]]. Add in the fact that I'm suffering from undiagnosed chronic depression and you won't be suprised if I suddenly become suicidally depressed for no obvious reason. And no, I am '''NOT''' exaggerating. Hell, I can't even fully enjoy {{WAFF}} anymore!

This troper ''hates'' most paper products (tissues, paper towels, etc.) there's just something about the texture, the way they feel when wet, ugh, it's horrible.

agustinaldo. ThatGuyWithTheGlasses message board. {{Toy Story}}. Nuff said.

Wikipedia's pages on N-dimensional mathematics. This troper gets a headache just from skimming them without even reading the words.

This Troper can't stand rubbing sytrophone. Who agrees with me?

This troper cries everytime he hears 'Clock Tower' or 'Song of Healing Demo' from ''Majora's Mask'' long enough; probably because it somehow tugs at his heartstrings. Conversely, hearing very young children or babies makes him involuntarily twitch and snarl.

This Troper and poor writing. It absolutely sets my teeth on edge.

You know those "precious moments" statues, or things like them? Well they're made with unglazed porcelain. And any contact of unglazed porcelain and my fingernails/fingertips makes me cringe and almost cry, while a shutter runs up my spine. Thinking about it even hurts, so I guess in that regard it's like nails on a chalk board.

Most of the night of this edit I was litening to covers of Cassilda's song from The king in yellow. As of editing, there is a nasty pain in the right hemisphere of my brain and I have been unable to remember many things and been unable to type or articulate as well as usual. I also am experiencing strange sensations in my skin and am uncharacteristically angry. I think the king in yellow has given me an aneurism or something.

This teenage troper has three. 1.)I get a headache while listening to modern songs...sang by the original artists. (If it's sang by the Chipmunks, it's fine...unexplainable though) So I had to burn a CD with '80s songs (sang by Kids Incorporated...)so I could at least calm down on a car trip without listening to the radio...and, my iPod is filled with lots of Disney songs (the ones from the Disney Animated Canon) and Chipmunks songs...from the 60's-90's. And Broadway songs 2.) I always throw a fit everytime I'm in the department store shopping for shoes and clothes. 3.) Modern shows somehow put me to sleep or give me a headache. The only modern show I watch is "The Backyardigans" and "How I Met Your Mother" because it oddly doesn't have an effect on me. I'm that odd.

I can make ''TeamFortress2'' have this sort of effect by saying a certain combination of the phrases "an Eyelander" and "I want". Every time I say it in the correct order, two teammates and one opponent will all find Eyelanders within the next five minutes. Of course, now that trading is implemented, it's likely I won't be able to summon Eyelanders in this way anymore.

For a comedic example, the compound noun [insert descriptive noun]-type(s), as in "Physics-types!", seems to've turned into this at my high school because it was a difficult teacher's main {{Catchphrase}}. I observed it in action when we were warming up just before a marching band competition. #QUOTE# '''Field Commander:''' Woodwind-types! #QUOTE# '''Everyone else:''' NOOOOOOOO YOUR NAME IS NOT GERBER. #QUOTE# '''Field Commander:''' ...

In addition, NiHaoKaiLan seems to have this effect on my little sister whenever it happens to be on while she's flipping through the channels. She'll literally be like "AGH FGNATTNNNNN DX" When I asked her why, she said that it's because Kai-Lan is retarded.

This tropette:

Her dog's ''manic'' barking.

When she was in high school, she couldn't stand seeing other students violating the supposedly strict dress code.

For this troper, CRT monitors are enough to make him feel sick.

Also, milk. Any form of milk. Strangely, milk-based products give him no problem.

This troper's friend's sister has a singing bowl, but at most she finds it a little annoying. Her friend however will go on an absolute rampage to stop whoever's playing it. On the other hand, this troper and the same friend feel extremely sick when exposed to electricity for too long which made doing an electrical circits practical for a school assessment a horrible experience.

This Troper just read that fucking "Guts" story and he is laughing his ass off. He hasn't stopped for 30 minutes and he has begun to cry, he is laughing and crying and is afraid to take a crap he has been holding since the end of the story.

The idoser linked to in the Real Life section of the main article. I heard maybe five or ten seconds of it, through headphones that were nowhere near my ears. All I heard was this shrieking, grinding noise. I had to mute it immediately. I couldn't even pause it. For the next hour or so, I was alternating between crying, rocking back and forth (or both), or pacing. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced.

I have no idea why, but... bare trees. ''Especially'' when they're silhouetted by a bright background. Literally makes my eyes throb with pain.

For this troper, the meaning of life, and metaphysics. Navel-contemplation about the individual's place in the universe and thinking about what it means to exist gives a wave of angst and depression so powerful and viral it feels like it is infecting every crevice of my brain bit by bit, turning all those hopeful optimistic visions of the future inside the imagination to crapsack wastelands resembling NineteenEightyFour, and thus putting me closer and closer to DespairEventHorizon. Suddenly, I turn from a happy hedonist to a NietzscheWannabe version of Shinji Ikari. It gets worse when it is coupled with math. It's enough that EverybodyHatesMathematics, but philosophical navel-contemplation coupled with mathematical reasoning seems to give me a weird chest and neck pain that seems to feel like being strangled.

"Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon. This might seem odd at first, but let me put it into perspective. The last line of the song is: #QUOTE#'''John Lennon:''' Darling, darling, darling... darling Sean...

The "Sean" being Sean Lennon. To make a long story short, this song is how I got my name. Yes, my name is Sean, after Sean Lennon. It's not a "shock" or "scare" BrownNote, but rather, it's essentially me sensing an aurora.

Oversinging and off-key singing actually causes me stomach pain. I'm not even kidding. Some ways of singing actually HURTS me. Also headaches may ensue.

How should i put it: Holy shit. Reading "Guts" from Haunted mentioned in the main brownnote page actually made the troper pass out. Really. I read the story from the beginning with no problems, but at the third part of it, I felt so sick in my stomach. I fucking felt my heart slowing down its beating, as i continued to read when the protagonists accident began. Then he went into the vivid details of what he saw behind himself and i got so sick i went to the kitchen to get water. But then i remember what i had read, so i closed my eyes in disgust... Then i heard a bang and i opened my eyes, and i was on the kitchen floor. I had not felt pain, but i had a bruise on my chin and i had forgoten why i had gone to the kitchen in the first place. After a few seconds i did however remember why i had gotten there. But we had visitors, and they had to leave because of this. Seriously. I really did not think i would be that affected by it. Highen the bodycount for Palahniuk...

This troper's BrownNote is styrofoam. The sound of it rubbing against anything else or the feel of it just....argh. It almost physically hurts me. It makes me shudder and tremble and makes my teeth ache. It's so bad then whenever we have to open a box that contains styrofoam in it, I have to get as far away as possible. Hell, even just the thought of it as I'm typing this is making me shake.

This troper's is a certain material that bowls and spoons are made of. A sort of rough plastic. I had to take hayfever medicine using a spoon made out of it. Just the thought of it squicks me out.

This troper has quite a few:

Rap and Gangasta speak. They give me huge migraines. Curiously, rap doesn't do this as much when its in coherent English or a different official language entirely, but even then they have to be about ten seconds long. But gangsta speak? Every time I hear "bousta" "gotsta" and/or "fi'thy" I'm sorely tempted to hit the speaker.

Crowds in one small area (like a cafeteria). Incoherent noises pressing in from all around me makes me go borderline berserk.

High-pitched sounds, like metal scraping against glass or other metals, piccolos, a clarinet screech, and dog whistles (which while I cannot hear I can feel my ears hurt from the sound).

''Literature/{{Twilight}}''. Anything to do with it and I just want to throw something.

The way my dad will call my name from another room.

A curious one: I hate the sight of blood. However, I write a lot of FanFics for Belphegor, who had an obsession with it, and I will go into detail with the blood. Very deep detail. Praising it, crooning over it, literally writing at PurpleProse levels.

This troper absolutely loves TransSiberianOrchestra, but after her mom got uncomfortable from the high seats she opted for low seats VERY close to the speakers for the 2010 concert. The obscene amount of bass vibrations moving through this troper's body combined with the wartime images during the Sarajevo 12/24 number caused her to feel ill.

This troper acquired an MP3 file of "Gina Lola Breakdown" by the Steve Morse Band that would invariably give me a violent headache that persisted for some hours afterwards. It turned out to be a surprisingly literal example of the trope; initially I put it down to a particularly cheap and nasty pair of headphones and assumed repeat incidents were purely psychosomatic, but when I eventually examined it with Audacity it turned out to be incredibly brickwalled, so badly that I had to run it through the High Pass Filter plug-in ''twice'' before it was tolerable.

Years ago, this troper was watching an episode of 20 to 1 which was showing unforgettable moments in human history (or something like that). Near the top was the moon landing, which had 'Walking On The Moon' by The Police playing over the top. Directly after it was the 9/11 attacks. For a long time afterwards, this troper could not hear 'Walking On The Moon' without thinking of 9/11.

This troper managd to nearly make himself PASS OUT by reversing the Song of Healing and playing it backwards for a few seconds, and imagines that the whole song listened to that way could potentially be fatal (and yes, he shouldn't have done that).

This troper has three notable ones:

Swedish meatballs. I used to absolutely love them, until I got food poisoning from a microwave one I had for lunch one day; which made me feel horrible for the rest of the day. It's been at least 10 years, yet I still refuse to eat them; not wanting the same thing to happen again.

After playing it a lot one weekend when I had the flu, VideoGame/SuperMarioSunshine ended up becoming this to me; it was years before I was able to play the game again without feeling sick.

NaughtyBear, although it was a game I was interested in trying, ended up being this when I watched my brother-in-law play it one afternoon. A combination of the choppy framerate, the camera moving around a lot, and the weird music made me feel nauseous; and it didn't help that the song got stuck in my head and stayed there for hours after I went home, prolonging my suffering until I broke out the BrainBleach.

This tropette nearly had a brown note when she heard Rebecca Black's "Friday" for the first time. She thinks it's the way she says "Friday" that caused it. *shudders*

This Troper has to deal with his friend's typing. It's horrific. He has ''no'' punctuation, ''no'' spelling, '''''NOTHING!!''''' It drives this troper to brink of '''''insanity!!'''''

My school's chorus performance of ''Somebody To Love'' (the Glee version) makes me want to crawl under a rock and die. Even worse? I'm PART OF CHORUS AND MY TEACHER WON'T LET ME OUT! *whimpersob*

The sound of someone writing on a piece of paper loudly/right next to this troper makes him want to rip off his ears. Same goes for someone cutting through wood.

Certain musical sounds or notes, especially in musical theater, can bring this troper to tears and depression without knowing why. Call it a "blue note". Maybe this was the effect of the "Hungarian suicide song".

For some reason, whenever I watch this video, I burst into uncontrollable laughter. I have no idea why - it's not even that ''funny''. Actually, after doing some experimentation, ''any'' YoutubePoop featuring BillyMays makes me laugh like crazy.

This troper was at a barbecue in a friend's back garden, and some of the group were smoking weed. Eager to experiment on people under the influence, I immediately went over to the laptop which big speakers were plugged into and put on Sunn O)))'s Bathory Erzsebet. The first few minutes of just clean bass tones freaked them out greatly, but didn't do any major damage. When the song proper started, one girl described her feeling like she was "gazing into the abyss" and that it made her want to die, one became utterly enraptured in the music and just started swaying and becoming unresponsive, and two others insisted on putting their ear to the concrete near the speakers to get closer to the vibrations. Sunn O))) have created something terrifying here.

Tequila for this troper. Give me a shot of anything else, all the way to the most vicious GargleBlaster, and I'll give it the ol' college try, but I can't even stand next to someone else knocking back a shot of tequila without feeling like I'm about to throw up.

Deep belches. My innards tumble over one another at the sound, which is usually the tell-tale sound of someone about to vomit. Too bad that most males have this burp as their default one...

This troper once made a Warrior Cats fan video with the song "Limits" by The Ready Set. Since the video had some spinning effects, she couldn't listen to that song for a while afterwards because she would get nauseous.

This troper feels the need to claw his ears off whenever he hears styrofoam rubbing against something.

AmnesiaTheDarkDescent is a whole symphony of brown notes for this troper. The tension is such that I actually got nauseous after watching Mangaminx's Let's Play for too long. Later on, having not seen anything from the game for a few months, I traipsed on over to its HighOctaneNightmareFuel page, and the image of the monster at the top gave me quite the migraine. I still love that game, though.

This troper has very sensitive ears, and sometimes 'hears' something (usually in places like doctors' offices and empty classrooms) that hurts her ears in the same way as a very high-pitched noise does, yet is not discernibly audible.