Subverted. Although this Troper maybe AxCrazy, or a {{Yandere}} at best (when pissed), epiphanies sink in and I become a sobbing wreck.

I flips between two tsundere moods. Depending on which I will either act like a female version of L or Haruhi Suzumiya. A boy in my class has invoked this trope on several occasions "CreepygirlcreepygirlCREEPYGIRL!" Although, he's less bothered by it than he should be, since I also LOOK like a combination of the two (L's pale-ish skin, dark circles, and black hair, and Haruhi's large brown eyes and hairstyle the length it was before she cut it.) As a kid, I only acted like L and looked like Haruhi.

I thought the idea of the world ending was cool,for some reason. I also actively tried to meet a ghost and communicate with spirits.

This troper liked to torture her Fulla doll. Poor Fulla's hair will never be the same again...and will never go straight down, as well....

Ah, this troper is twelve, speaks as if she is 78, and looks as if she is about eight. She is fascinated with cats and ghosts. You do the math. Oh, and her skin can be very pale because she is an insomniac. Her large eyes have heavy black rings under them. At the moment, she is GIVING HERSELF shivers.

I was born in June. I was very sick as a baby. I finally came home in October around Halloween. I have been obsessed with Halloween,Vampires,Zombies,ghosts and had lots of knowledge of the paranormal. I knew who Vlad the Impaler was at age 5 and learned about ESP at age 9. I am still like this, I think I freaks out my mom(unintentionally).

I, as a 2nd grader, would go with my friends to the library every day and look up ghost stories. Once they ran out of those, we moved on to murders. Real murders. We actually got banned from the library because we were creeping the other kids out.

Bealzabub}} I remember writing stories during grade school involving zombies, exploding puppies, vampires, CosmicHorror and in one instance wrote a story about a kid she disliked being turned into a snowman and melted down into water being kept in a bucket on his Grandmother's mantle. I also regularly asked if vampires could certain things people could in class and liked drawing tentacles. (I had a weird fascination with octopi.) I also had a more mature personality than my classmates and a very, 'very' extensive vocabulary, leading several adults to be intensely creeped out when they found out my real age.

As a child, I loved nothing more than being told about particularly gruesome (true) murders. In fact, I was very insistent that they be 'true'.

I enjoyed drawing dinosaurs brutally mauling each other as a child. I even had a little toy T-rex whose plastic flesh popped off at the flip of a switch, to reveal gaping wounds on his ribs and thigh.

When I was around six years old, my schoolteacher once asked the class to draw anything they wanted. I drew... a cemetery. My parents were promptly called up for a meeting with the teacher and the school counselor.

I had similar experiences due to my tendency to torture Barbie dolls to horrible deaths.

At the age of 7 to 8, I had the habit of writing words like "Stalin" with cod-roe (a pink salty "cream" that you squeeze out of a tube like tooth-paste) on sandwiches, lecturing my school teacher on e.g. astronomy and making endless drawings of burning cities and cars. 40+ years later, my mother confessed that "you were a difficult boy to bring up". I agree with that assessment.

I had a task in primary school. At the end of a lesson on collective nouns for different animals (herd, flock, gaggle etc), was asked to draw such of one. I then immediately leaped upon 'A Murder of Crows', and proceeded to depict said crows as mafioso, engaging in genocide against humans half the size of them.

I did something similar, depicting a puddle of blood full of black feathers marked off by yellow tape, with a bear in a deerstalker hat interviewing a ferret with a bowler hat and briefcase. (A "sleuth" of bears and a "business" of ferrets, in case you're wondering. I was also a word geek.)

I got myself in a lot of trouble with his teacher when he drew a corpse-ridden, demon-filled playground in art class. I was about seven or eight at the time.

I was one of these. But not in a particularly badass, edgy way, despite my original entry here. In a "this child is being abused, help" kind of way.

In fifth and sixth grade, I wrote a series of stories for Writer's Workshop (an elementary school writing program) involving a set of creepy child twin girls, who would regularly murder my various classmates. Not out of any sort of malice, mind, I just needed somebody to die and hey, "write what you know" right? These stories were always well graded (usually As) but would be accompanied with notes like, "Interesting..." and "I'm glad these girls are just pretend!" I am almost sure similar stories written in today's climate (the stories were written in the mid-90s) would end up with psychological evaluation and punishment.

I was probably one of these. I was bizarrely nerdy, a loner, and had a huge vocabulary. I also drew bloody pictures, fixated on creepy things, and could often be spotted lugging a torso-sized anatomy textbook around. Then there's the whole issue where I would fly in to a screaming, punching rage (complete with BerserkerTears) when pushed far enough. Needless to say, I was that geeky little psycho kid that everyone sort of avoided. Now I'm just a NightmareFetishist and NotGoodWithPeople.

I used to draw stick people dying (simply because she was too lazy to draw real people) and being tortured. My favourite was the pendulum. Not to mention I came up with the weirdest and creepiest scenarios when playing pretend. It was odd, considering I hated (and still hate) horror movies and get nightmares from them if I'm not careful.

This troper had a habit of drawing pictures of cities being destroyed by atomic bombs, was absolutely fascinated with various ways the world would end, sat around reading science books (not quantum physics or anything, but still a lot more complicated that kids his age usually read), and knew a lot of science facts most adults have no idea about. He also plotted on taking over the world. He still does all that, but it seems less creepy now.

This troper developed a Creepy Child persona in elementary school to offset the fact that she was pretty much a social outcast. She accomplished this by sitting on the bench and Kubrick Staring at everyone during recess, constantly doodling student-eating plants on her notebooks, and never talking to anyone in her peer group unless she had to. The strategy backfired horribly - she was sent to a social skills counselor, and rumors perpetuate ''to this day'' that she eats cats.

At about six years old, this troper was having trouble falling asleep. After her dad told her to 'make up a story in her head,' she began putting pretend people into the most mentally-trying situations she could think of. Kidnapping and torture were nowhere near the worst things to happen. (And it worked!)

This troper was a kid when she screamed happily the word for mass murder in her native language. Both her parents and her siblings didn't forget it for a long, ''loooong'' time; she ''always'' loved to talk about death. Although troper herself is usually nice, and wouldn't hurt a fly, provided you don't go around pressing her buttons.

This troper was a very creepy, messed up little kid, now that he looks back. He remembers a particularly ghastly incident when a bully was harassing a friend of his. He went up to the bully one day at recess, snuck up right behind him and yelled, "I WANNA RIP YOUR ARMS OFF!!!!" The bully screamed and peed his pants. Then there was the time with the fake blood...shudder...

This troper, at the age of 6, went into a public library computer, opened up Yahoo, and searched for "Guns, Blood, and Death". His parents were amused. The library staff? Not so much.

This troper, in kindergarten, was asked along with the rest of the class to name things that smelled. His response? "Dead people."

This troper learned to read at a young age and developed an interest in the paranormal. When she was about seven, her father brought home the family's first home computer and, to demonstrate how a search engine worked, asked her for a topic to type in. Her response? "Loch Ness Monster." A few years later, when told she needed glasses, she said "I hope the aliens take me away and fix my eyes." (This was meant as a joke, but delivered with a straight face that scared her mother.)This is very ironic, as she is a very nice (and at the moment, skeptical) person.

This troper's own mother has described her as 'morbid' and 'depraved', possibly stemming from her habit of discussing things like death and homicide in a perfectly cheery voice. Or could it be her fascination with the occult and macabre she's had from a very young age...?

When this troper was younger she loved it when her dad read Dante's Inferno to her. She also liked to look at the cover with the man impaled by a pitchfork. Also all her imaginary friends were her worst fears(there is/was reasoning behind this, I swear).

When at the beach you make sandcastles right? Not this troper. Crypts, Grave Stones and pyramids (complete with the central tomb) were what she made. To the point collecting all the flat pebbles and writing RIP on tehm. Family joke is that I was a rather creepy child whenever anyone calls me morbid.

This troper might count as one. People tend to be a little freaked out when they ask her what she's reading about and she responds by saying "Mass Cult Suicides".

This troper had a hard time finding friends to play video games with him (like the original Super Smash Bros.) because he had this unfortunate habit of breaking into a very convincing EvilLaughter every time he killed someone in-game. Watch them run, watch them play\ Watch them enjoy the day\ But once night comes and down goes the sun\ It'll be my turn to have the fun This troper is still considered creepy to this day.

A friend of this troper told him about a story when she was little, and how she could sit perfectly still or could keep herself occupied with nothing more then a piece of paper (not cutting it, drawing it, folding it, just holding it). This troper only wishes he knew her back then.

This troper has had creepy tendencies from childhood. According to my older sisters, I thought the Chuckie movies my cousin showed to me at age three were hysterically funny. In addition to, I made up my own version of the Itsy Bitsy Spider song ending with the titular spider getting eaten by a chickadee when I was ''six''. Eleven years later, I still like to sing this song to my baby nephew, who will probably have "issues" related to me when he's older.

I was a pretty sweet kid, not violent or cruel, and something of a ShrinkingViolet at school. I also vividly recall, at three, dictating WinnieThePooh fanfic to my mother in which Pooh and his friends abducted and tied up Tigger because they were tired of him. It was accompanied with watercolor illustrations. I was also fascinated with kidnapping in general and loved reading the more macabre/odd ShelSilverstein poems concerning subjects such as stripping oneself down to one's bones on a particularly hot day, a girl who wanted a pony so badly that she ''died'' because her parents wouldn't buy it for her, a skin stealer, and a literal baby sitter. It's really no surprise that when I stumbled upon ''TheAddamsFamily'' at the age of 8, I thought it was the most hilarious thing I'd ever seen.

This troper was told by his mother of the many very violent things that it appeared he did. Apparently, he would draw gruesome and bloody pictures of death and destruction while sitting in the front row of church. He too had (and occasionally still has) dreams about world domination, though over the years the means have become less violent and more psychological.

This troper had (and still has) a fascination with history, particularly the twentieth century, realized that BlackAndWhiteMorality is most definitely '''not''' how the world works (and still do), and I loved Edgar Allen Poe and George Orwell (and still do). Might have had something to do with 9/11, which happened when I was nine.

Oh Crap, this page made me realize I was a CreepyChild too. There was the fascination with the macabre (though that's gotten ''worse'' in later years; even though ''Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark'' was one of my favorite books, I was still creeped out by some spooky stuff, while nowadays I'm immune to HighOctaneNightmareFuel for the most part), the wishing people would die thing (including wanting to go back in time and kill whoever came up with square dancing because she hated doing it in school ''that'' much) and general odd behavior. For example, I wrote a story in 3rd grade that had a house with a demon that had killed 99 people; though it actually wasn't graphicremember wanting to put in a scene that involved someone's head used as a ball, so it could've been worse, and the heroine ended up coming out of the house alive thanks to a friendly ghost, it was still weird that I got a good grade without any mention that I might be a little screwed in the head. Now that I'm a teenager, I'm a Strange Girl more than anything else. I wasn't as bad as most of the kids mentioned on here, but still...

This Troper was a rather creepy child. She had a strange fascination with the paranormal, she would play games in which her stuffed animals would be in a war between vampires and zombies complete with character death and torture that she learned about from reading a European History textbook. She also drew a "zombie princess" often. Now, she can't stand to learn about Medieval torture and War torture in detail as it makes her too depressed. She still draws morbid things..... figures.

Imagine a 5-7 year old making paper voodoo dolls of classmates he disliked... and ''cutting their heads off with a pair of scissors''. That was me as a child.

This troper was obsessed with death from age 4. At age 9 she was a budding existentialist and developing her penchant for {{Hannibal Lecture}}s. Her school journals were full of doodles of MortalKombat crossed over with SuperMarioBros.

This troper was one considering her past fascination with gothic horror such as Nosferatu and Dracula. I also have a big fascination with group suicides,war, voodoo, magic, aliens, other dimensions,backmasking, and mythological creatures. My deep voice didn't help.

This troper still probably counts as one... anyway, she was ''always'' a creepy child. To start with, like most people here, she's always had a ridiculously huge vocabulary. At the age of four, she watched Jurassic Park before going to bed. She's always had an obsession with horrible historic events, medieval torture devices, violence, gruesome murders, the paranormal, and the subject of death in general (especially how long it takes for people to die in various situations). She always read the most horrific books possible (Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark), meaning a little fourth grader reading I Have Lived a Thousand Years in class. She wrote stories back then, the only that didn't get thrown out by now was about a girl that went insane, bought a thousand doves, parrots, etc, set them free in her room, and started smashing them with a baseball bat to make prettier wallpaper. She also recalls putting "necromancy" on a list of her favorite activities for an elementary school project. She also smiled constantly and had a very sunny disposition, a friendly little kid always talking about her favorite things. Add the long, crazy black hair, and...

This troper definitely counts. I have OCPD, which is weird enough. I also invented a huge array of characters, some of which are more on the gruesome side of things (a small, skeletal black cat that can create worlds and always wears a ''yellow smiley face mask'' anyone?), the only 'games' I played with my Barbies was getting them to murder each other in increasingly horrible ways and has a habit of not blinking. Oh, I also have moments where I don't breathe, don't move, don't blink, nothing. Then go back to normal.

This troper doesn't remember acting in any ''obviously'' creepy ways, apart from being a shy loner who kept to herself and didn't really know what to do with people, thus falling into the "he was always so quiet, I never would have suspected he'd wallpapered his living room with human intestines" cliché. (When we made Halloween ghosts out of cheesecloth in third grade, mine had a bright, perky smile. I was definitely not the NightmareFuelStationAttendant type of CreepyChild.) Also I was a gifted child with a large vocabulary, so that might have been kinda creepy. However, I went absolutely berserk when angered; I wasn't creepy so much as AxCrazy. Luckily for everyone involved (as much myself as the people around me, as I had enough professional meddlers breathing down my neck as it was and would really not have appreciated being sent to juvenile hall or something), I was a crappy fighter whose idea of an ImprovisedWeapon was throwing her Hello Kitty mittens at her opponent. But I'm still fairly sure everyone thought that in ten or fifteen years I'd be in jail for breaking up the neighbors' loud party with a chainsaw.

On the other hand, my idea of a good Christmas e-card thingy for my teacher (this happened at around the same time as the ghost anecdote) was a poorly animated Flash cartoon depicting a plane crash, ending in me saying "Merry Christmas! Hope this doesn't happen to you!" in a cheery, unnecessarily sing-song tone. I don't remember what the logic was; the best justification I can come up with is that he might have been going on vacation over the break.

Dangit, this page has made this troper realize that she was a CreepyChild. She's gifted, and has always had an enormous vocabulary, explained to her grandmother's friend that she couldn't "stand on no legs" because "gravity would pull her down" after just turning four, went through a period in Primary School where she wrote creepy stories concerning a bunch of artifacts that made people kill other people when she was nine, (Come to think of it, she's always written creepy imaginative stories), she had a pet spider (just your common house or garden spider, not the type you could buy or anything), which she named Fiona. She sometimes gets a kick out of freaking substitute teachers by speaking even more like an adult that usual. (She's fourteen.) Yeah, and she made her Barbies live in the Christmas tree and attack anyone who passed. Also, she has lots of scars on her arms, which are due not to self-harming (although she did do that for about a year, it was just her fingernails), but to owning psycho rabbits with long claws. She's also a quite pale brunette. And she believes in Petrol Fairies.

This troper was one to an extent, up until 4th grade or so, here she was more of just a friendly kid with a fondness for writing horror stories. She was obsessed with the paranormal (And still is.), doing things such as trying to summon hosts and preform exorcisms. Her favorite authors were H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. Her imaginary friends were all ghosts, her favorite one being a hellhound of sorts. She also was obsessed (and still is) with animals that scared most people out, such as ravens, snakes, and spiders. Her friend, though, was considerably creepier, having a scar on her stomach from one time when she was 8 or so hen she cut herself as she apparently needed virgin's blood to cast a curse on someone.

This troper was definitely one. She had an obsession with blood and death (by age 3, no less), could not recognize emotions until high school, was anti-social, has above-average intelligence and is a {{Pale-Skinned Brunette}} with blue eyes. Her idea of communication was to recite morbid facts to other kids and teachers via deadpan delivery and lack of body language. Scared the living hell out of a lot of people.

This troper was reading a book as a child when her brother's, friend's dad came over and asked what she was reading. The book was, "The Life and Times of a Boy in a Nazi Death Camp." She didn't seem to think this was odd.

Her love of the disturbing parts of history and drawing guillotines and torture devices brought situations like this up a lot.

This troper got this reputation after she cheerfully discussed with her friends how a horror movie death was the best way to die, but she was mildly concerned that her head would be lost in the process, and asked of them that if they found her and her head wasn't immediately apparent, if it wasn't too much trouble, could they find it for her.

Dash}} I, if my parents and elementary school teachers are to be believed, used to be this in spades. Having disturbingly lots of energy, liked to giggle wickedly when playing football, liked to jump over class desks just for the hell of it(despite frequently getting shouted at over it), cursing at random just to see what would happen. When I was dragged off to detention, I'd stare at a wall opposite from me, eyes wide open and sometimes my mouth would spread into a smile, which one teacher described to my parents as 'creepy as all hell'. During recesses I'd walk around, chanting some haunting melody I'd heard, so loud that others could hear it too. I recall enjoying their expressions when I passed by them in a semi-aloof fashion and uttered something in as low and raspy a tone as I could. No wonder most of the children in that school avoided me for long. I still have no idea why I was that way.

I was a nice little girl, very quiet, mature, with a wide vocabulary and...I have to say it! The other day I was watching videos of my childhood and got to hear this: "Want to say something before the goodbye?" "M...Wish you all die soon!" with a very big grin. I...kinda had a gothic period when I was nine...

This troper qualifies as a CreepyChild due to the fact she's barely a teenager, and even then teens are kid. She isn't ''horrific'' per say, being a mannered pacifist, but her adult and apathetic views on the world. She prefers to learn about adult manners like sexuality, gender, psychology, societies, and religion. She also likes to read and write about abuse, rape, molestation, MindRape, depression, self mutilation, suicide, etc..

@/FarseerLolotea was a decidedly weird kid, prone to drawing monsters and battles, voicing morbid thoughts out loud, and plotting vengeance.

When this troper was younger, she had a bizarre fascination with gore, psychopaths, and death. At one point, she (not intentionally mind you) told a younger child a story about how a man killed his wife while sleepwalking. His mother told my mom I should never mention such things again.

I behaved completely normally around adults and was perfectly courteous to everyone. But no one wanted to play with me more than once (Apparently Cops and Robbers shouldn't involve taxidermy or confessions extracted by torture).

As a child, I remember drawing very detailed pictures of murder victims in chalk on my driveway. I'll never forget the time my Grandmother looked at them, and exclaimed 'Oh my god, is that Ted Bundy?!' When referring to the one drawing of someone totally unscathed. Now that I look back, yeah, it really did look like him.

After reading this page, I'm pretty sure I was a mildly creepy child. I had a huge vocabulary, going so far as to say "I hit my cranium!" when I bumped my head, and since I was (and still am) insanely good at memorizing things, I would randomly spout off movie quotes I'd heard before with no valid context, which could be very unsettling depending on the quote. ("OFF WITH HER HEAD!") My favorite scenes in movies were usually the scariest parts, like the Night On Bald Mountain sequence from Fantasia (I used to call Chernabog "The Bad Man"), the scene in the dark forest in The Brave Little Toaster, and that creepy-ass paint dragon at the beginning of The Pagemaster, and I would watch them over and over again multiple times. The first movie I ever ''asked'' to see was The Nightmare Before Christmas, and that was when I was three years old. I loved ghost stories and monsters, I drew pictures with blood in them more often than most kids my age, (sometimes involving the kids who picked on me a lot,) and I used to love making up treasure maps that were full of deadly traps and monsters, complete with the bones of people who had failed to make it through. I was also rather shy and socially awkward, so combine all that with ADHD and mild OCD and anxiety, and I guess it's no wonder I didn't have many friends.

This troper had a real interest in serial killers at the age of around 11. Looking back, she feels a little strange about it...especially on remembering she used to bring her book about it to school and read it in class. Oops.

This troper, to an extent. She had an obsession with fire, was always running away whenever people took me *anywhere* but never struggles when she was pulled away after being found-she just smiled serenely, which made her family wonder what, exactly, she was doing. Oh, and one of her favorite hobbies was tying Barbies to the ceiling fan and watching them spin around until they flew off and hit the wall.

This troper is a mix between Creepy Child, Beware the Quiet Ones, and Pyromaniac. I always had an extensive vocabulary and would always hug the darkest corner of the room (My elementary school had problems with fluorescent lighting) and before entering high school (Stupid metal detectors), carried a 10 inch long combat knife that never left the sheath on my calf when I left my house.Though around people I tend to be a more docile creature and sit near the back of the room doing my work. I normally seem like the quiet guy in class who still manages to get good grades despite never (I really mean never except in the shower) removing his Ipod. Couple this with my black jeans, black hair that covers my eyes and my awkward social behavior, well...

I have a rather strange obsession with scaring others and on Halloween I walked down my block DRENCHED in pigs blood carrying that very same combat knife and a burlap sack filled with raw meat. The second time, I ran down my block wearing a motorcycle helmet, a cotton straight jacket, and leather undergarments. Why the leather? I set the straight jacket on fire (It was a cheap cotton one that could be torn out of with ease) and ran down the blocking stumbling and (fake) screaming in agony.

I just realized that, back when I was in elementary school (and probably into middle school) people probably saw me as this-- I've always been a wuss when it comes down to it, but am a ShrinkingViolet and used to be unbearably shy. Since I didn't like talking, I came up with ways to entertain myself, often resulting in blankly staring into space. To anybody who talked to me, I was a sickeningly sweet CheerfulChild, but it had to be creepy to realize that someone had been staring into the corner without a hint of movement for ten minutes... particularly if you didn't know that her thoughts were on Pichu, of all things.

This tropette is currently one. I love all things gory and creepy, and I write my own versions of fairytales and or other well-known children's novels and movies, like Alice in Wonderland, twisting them into things you would only imagine in your worst and goriest nightmares. I have no drawing talent whatsoever, but if I did, I would most likely draw very bloody things, like what goes on in my unofficial books. Not to mention my strange interest in the paranormal, serial killers, and unique ways of killing people. Also, many people have been creeped out by my laugh, prompting my mom to comment, "With a laugh like that, it's a wonder you have any friends." I also have a habit of making any children in my unofficial books a combination of creepy children I've seen before. One of which is a 7 year old girl named Emily "Emi" Marshall who is bratty, demanding, sinister, and a bit macabre. She has a twisted and morbid sense of humor, not to mention childish sadism and a disturbing obsession with the occult, paranormal, and serial killers. Care to guess which kids she's a combination of? Maria Ushiromiya from UminekoNoNakuKoroNi, Kikuri of HellGirl, and me.

I was one when I was like six. From ten boxes of books, I chose the ones about physics and monsters. I read them again and again... and then got nightmares, so I hid the book. Ten years later, I'm writing stories about vampires and murderers.

This troper could qualify as one. For one, she has many vampire qualities. She is very pale, hates garlic,has two very pointy canine teeth, and has a form of lupus where she gets sores from being in the sun too long. She also calms herself down by picturing herself doing violent things.

This troper wishes he'd been a lot more of a CreepyChild than he was. As it was, family thought I was one because I was hyperlexic -- something they'd never heard of. I liked morbid news stories about children who died. I loved cemeteries and would beg my appalled folks to stop the car when we passed one. Now I can visit them all I like, and my dad became a genealogist and hangs out in more cemeteries than I do!

This troper used to be one. I would re-enact murders (such as JackTheRipper) with barbie dolls, and once convinced my CoolBigSis to help me conduct a seance, amongst other things. IGotBetter.

This troper was one. Unlike most of the other examples, I wasn't really ''morbid'', per se. Just...frighteningly calm, entirely antisocial, and prone to completely deadpan violence when angered. I was bullied pretty badly, and I grew out of it when I was a teenager. Um, I hope.

This Troper once met a little boy at the orphanage through The Big Brother Big Sister program. I believe he was a victim of MindRape or other form of abuse, and at first, the program didn't want me to go near him (but I begged because he was such a {{Woobie}}). When I met him, he turned out to be a ManipulativeBastard of a seven-year-old (even though he looked more like four), who would pretend to be cute and sweet with strangers to trick them, and act like an apocalyptic child to scare the other kids away from him. He rebuffed my attempts to play board games and wanted nothing to do with me. Then, as a last-ditch effort, I pulled out crayons and suggested we make apocalyptic drawings. His response? "...Give 'em here."

We ended up adopting him. He still goes through his facades around strangers, but his "true" personality is more of a DeadpanSnarker. He's now ten years old and acts older than me and I'm sixteen. I brought a date home the other day to meet my family, and...well, now whenever I bump into him in the halls he looks like he's about to cry.

OP here. Figured out why my former date was avoiding me. Apparently, my brother '''drew his death''' for him in crayon, and claimed it was the result of some CreepyChild vision. My brothers words when I asked him about it were basically this: #QUOTE# Troper: What the hell did you tell him!? #QUOTE# Troper's Brother: (very simply and deadpan) That he'd die in a car accident on the night of your break up. I used all the red crayons I had. #QUOTE# Troper: (FaceFault) #QUOTE# Troper's Brother: (continues reading)

This troper's little cousin, Jenny. Whilst playing with Jenga blocks, she made a lovely tableau involving a man being eaten by hordes of crocodiles.

This troper's best friend has a particularly disturbing little cousin named Tazmin. She looks innocent but is actually quite a terrifying kid. She's a combination of this, a Tsundre and Enfante Terrible. She has a morbid fascination with cats, draws really disturbing pictures, and top it all off- is an extremely evil little girl that loves to torment her sibling in the most vicious way.

This troper's seven-year-old stepsister once told everybody that she eagerly wished to see a cat run over by a car because she wanted to "see it splatter."

So, there's this kid in my neighborhood. I saw him as the the resident CousinOliver, until I got to know him. Now I see him as more of a brutal {{deconstruction}} of CousinOliver, especially as he comes from a horrendously BigScrewedUpFamily. I realize it's normal for children to have BlackAndWhiteMorality, but hearing an elementary school kid describe what "the bad people" deserve, to the tune of DisproportionateRetribution, and in more (perfectly feasible) detail than any child should be able to imagine? Yikes. It's like talking to a miniature Rorsarch; he's even caused borderline {{Critical Psychoanalysis Failure}}s in professionals, and left me in quite a HeroicBSOD.

This troper has a really creepy little sister who says things like "If you get eaten by an animal, there is something good about it: You taste good." And she likes fighting with me. I've managed to get scars because of her (she probably doesn't cut her fingernails, she sharpens them).

Same troper, but my sister is getting creepier. A while ago she walked up to me with a big smile on her face and quoted a scene from a book where a character gets his face burned off. And she described it. Detailed. With a creepy smile. It also doesn't help that she was wearing a white nightshirt (like most of the "creepy video game girls") at that time. But I can be pretty creepy, too. Especially when playing video games. Zoo Tycoon, for example. You could have dinosaurs in your zoo. So I made a dinosaur zoo. When a worker failed to repair a fence, I shouted at the screen: "I'll make you repair the raptor fences FROM THE INSIDE!"

This troper's niece. Her favorite game is "War Prisoners," in which she asks me questions, I refuse to answer them, and she smothers my face with a pillow until I can't breathe. A variation of this is when she ties me to a chair and circles me slowly with her arms behind her back, then slaps me when I don't answer her questions before launching into an eerily calm monologue about how "you know nothing" and "resistance is futile" and all the different ways she's going to kill me if I don't tell her what she wants to know, and how my necklace (which apparently has some paranormal powers) will someday be hers and she will use it to take over the world.

this troper isn't really scared by creepy children (He thinks the little sisters from Bioshock 2 are cute) but his best friend's foster sister really creeped him out. here's a conversation we had: Me: hey, there. what you drawing. (I pick up her drawing and grimace) Me: is this you? (She nods) Me: and is this a knife? (she nods again. i drop the drawing, and walk away slowly)

My youngest cousin is a sweet, friendly 3-years old with cute little blond ringlets. She likes fairies, fluffy animals and the color pink. She also enjoys saying "I'm gonna fork you!" and then... jabbing you with a fork, has gone into detail about her plans to become the "princess of the world" and blow -something- up with a giant red button... she's a little vague about the last part. She also cackles evilly for no reason, sometimes yells "BLOOD AND GUTS!" at random, and once steepled her fingers under her chin in a perfect ClaspYourHandsIfYouDeceive pose and happily announced that she was "planning on doing bad things". All of this, with an adorable smile on her face. Keep in mind that this is a ''toddler.'' And no, I didn't teach her any of this. Given that I'm something of a creepy not-quite-child myself... I think this is awesome. >D

This troper's young cousin once came up with elaborate plans for the deaths of all our other cousins. This troper also remembers making up a character when she was about 8 named Zoe the Zombie. Imagine a cute, smiling, pigtailed little girl...with soulless pits for eyes. That was Zoe.

This troper also had a close friend who was sallow-skinned and skinny, with curly dark hair and jet-black eyes. Who rarely spoke, lived in a big Victorian house almost entirely alone with a rarely-seen 'father' and drew incredibly creepy pictures-- and then wrote all over them "in tongues". In blood. His own blood. It's a pity that once I got to know him better, he turned out to be a garden variety RalphWiggum-- damn! It would have been awesome to be best friends with a kid Antichrist...

That sounds disturbingly like Wilbur Whateley...

... you're right. (Although my friend was rather pretty, rather than looking like the average Lovecraft creepy child. Not that that helps at all.) And I won't be sleeping tonight. At least I'm still on his good side... I think.

When one of my neighbors' kids was younger he was an angry, sadistic, little sociopath, when I sat for them which was quite often at first he seemed like an average kid if not a bit of a bully to his younger siblings but as the months went by he got worse and very creepy. He treated his younger brother like crap and often tried to kill him he would beat him with everything he could find once even smacking him in the back of the neck with a wooden baseball bat, he once beat him until he was bleeding from the ears,he also pushed him down the stairs, used very violent wrestling moves on him, strangled him, threw him into walls, he would even chase him with a pocket knife, I would often wrestle the things away from him and try to hide them from him and when I told him he could've killed him with the bat he said "Cool". He told me of times he caught and tortured small animals to death I witnessed him torture a fish on a fishing trip he poked out it's eyes, broke it's neck, impaled it on a sharped stick, sliced it's belly open and used it like a puppet to scare his siblings when his mother saw this she was reasonably horrified. He would often start fires and I often had to put them out, and he told me that when he grew up he would kill a bunch of people and said didn't mind if he lived in prison for the rest of his life. These days he is in his early teens and his behavior has improved considerably, I assume his parents were concerned about his behavior and got him professional help.

If he did get professional help, that's good, because most of what you just described are two of the three tell-tale signs of a future killer, which are bed-wetting, setting fires, and killing animals.

An 8-year-old boy this troper met once. He went on and on about how he was going to invent a time machine, go back into history, kill a lot of famous people and take credit for what they did.

This troper just read in the paper about the Crime Museum that opened in Washington, D.C.; in an interview with a child who went there, she mentions that her favorite part was the gallery of serial killers.

One of this tropers psychology teachers once worked with a little boy who had strangled a kitten to death *shudder*. It was the boys idea of playing, he'd pick something up and crush it and then move on to the next toy. Apparently he got better.

This Troper had her window open earlier on, and was rather creeped out at some kids playing in the streets below when they started chanting -- all in unison -- "who are you, who are you, who are you?" *Shivers*

This troper once observed a ten year old playing with a toy gun, making shooting noises and...pointing random directions. Out of playfulness, I asked him who he was shooting. His response? Looking down at me with a creepy stare, "Everyone. I'm pretending this gun can kill a lot of people like a nuclear bomb." I stare back, and a ''huge f*cking grin'' shows on his face.

I used to teach preschool in Mississippi, and one girl in particularly seriously creeped me out. For one thing, she was possibly the only flat-out ''ugly'' little kid I've ever seen. One morning she told me in a conversational tone that she was going to kill her dog and her entire family, except for her father. I recall on one occasion we couldn't find her anywhere. Turns out she had sneaked away and hidden under a desk in the teachers' lounge, where I found her half an hour later, rocking back and forth and sing-songing, "Theyyy'll never fiiind meee, theyyyy'll never...fiiiind meee...." She must be about 15 by now, and I really hope she hasn't grown up into a full-fledged homicidal maniac.