There is a website called Parsimonious that puts up free downloadables for The Sims. On one thumbnail for a woman's dress, the woman is seen with a toddler, a baby... And a brownish thing that looks suspiciously like a baby corpse...

In this troper's school, there is a Science teacher who, every year, tells the story about how he accidently killed his cat by dipping it in a flea bath made for dogs. This troper always thought it was odd that he told the story every single year since it happened, horrifying each new class and basically ensuring that they dislike him. . . then I realized he's probably punishing himself for the death of a beloved pet by making people hate him. Damn.

Why do they hate him? He made a fucking mistake and admits it. Assholes.

Another Troper can see both sides of the issue. It is more likely that it was a big mistake and that he's punishing himself. But there's a chance that most people in OP's school aren't very trusting of people they don't know. They might figure that "he's a Science teacher, he should know scientific stuff, he should've known what would happen to his cat... THAT MONSTER!! Which is FridgeHorror in itself. Sorry if I made it worse for you guys...

So This Troper just read this story on GivesMeHope.com: #QUOTE# "In the elementary school near my house, there is an loving teacher who serves as a safety crosswalk officer for the children going to school. One day, a drunk driver was speeding down the street. I witnessed her jumping in front of the child in its path and was killed. The child was not touched. Her courage and love for these children GMH."

The FridgeHorror comes in upon rereading the words "I witnessed her." There's a tiny chance this could just be an Unfortunate Implication from bad phrasing, but I doubt it. The storyteller ''saw this woman die.'' Sheer MoodWhiplash and NightmareFuel to boot.

Oh it could be worse. Maybe the narrator was actually the Drunk Driver all along, and reciting this story out of a guilty conscience.

And you know, the whole fact that the (presumably pretty young, as he was in elementary school) kid also saw the woman die.

Of course, the complete lack of verifiable details in this person's story suggests that they were neither witness nor driver because ''the whole thing was made up''. People fabricate "inspirational stories" all the time, and if a crossing guard really died leaping in front of traffic to save a child from a drunk driver, you'd think we'd be able to get some google news hits on the subject. See also: snopes.com/glurge

Or that they didn't post identifiable details about a traumatizing experience on the Internet. Also known as "common sense".

Providing a verifiable detail about a news item, such as the name of a town, is not the same as providing personally identifying information. More importantly, if a crossing guard was killed by ''leaping between a child and a drunk driver's speeding vehicle'', it would have been in the news, and google would have some record of it. Which google does not.

The day after watching the EAT DA POO POO meme, this troper went to the bathroom. When he realized what that guy meant...

I thought it was kind of obvious the first time. What did you think he was talking about?

If the abundance and popularity of "I don't care if I'll go deaf by 30, I listen to music at max volume anyway" and "If my music's too loud, YOU'RE TOO OLD!" groups on {{Facebook}} are any indication, by the time this 21-year-old troper's generation is about halfway through the average lifespan, ''a plurality, if not a majority of it, is going to be deaf.'' Ages from now, clear hearing beyond one's adolescent years is going to be not the norm, but a ''blessing.''

Listening to it too loud for too long or with headphones on is stupid, but otherwise, it's not too dangerous.

Well, one would hope that the next generation would learn that," hey, hearing is pretty nice. I don't wanna end up deaf like my parents." Keep in mind that acquired traits (i.e. blown eardrums) aren't genetic; a parent who turns deaf from physical damage will not have a child who is deaf.

Keep in mind that hearing loss among young people has been a problem ever since music players could have their volume adjusted. The reason it hasn't become an epidemic is because most people are smart enough to realize that being free to play your music loud is not worth the long-term damage.

When this troper was younger he had a pet rabbit. We felt he was lonely in the back garden so we gave him a football (soccer) ball to play with. Sometimes this troper used to play football with him, but he often noticed that he would mount the ball and jerk all over it. Now, in his innocent six-year-old mind this simply seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. Years later he realised that he was using the ball to masturbate. He remembered because his train of thought lead me to question why the ball was sometimes wet on a dry day. HE HANDLED THAT BALL.

If it makes you feel better, it could just be that he was marking the ball has his. Your rabbit may have mistaken the ball for another animal as he's seen it move on many occasion. Male (and even female) rabbits will do this to each other as part of their dominance rituals. In fact, females are more likely to do the mounting outside of breeding season as rabbit society is matriarchal. ... I just made it worse, didn't I.

This troper saw a girl wear a dress based off Elmo for Halloween and looked innocent at first, but then you see what she's wearing on her head. It seems like Elmo had his face scalped clean off (from the eyes to the nose) and made into a hairband. No, seriously, this is an actual costume.

This troper bought the ''ScaryStoriesToTellInTheDark'' books (the original, Stephen Gammell-illustrated versions), and when paying for it, joked with the cashier about their classification as children's books. A look at any of Gammell's illustrations will make anyone question why. Look at the illustrations, and then let the horror sink in.

You know what's worse? When I was looking at the page, I realized I have memories of reading it. Also, I remember not thinking it was scary.

This troper had wished that he would end up with the habitual and physical opposite of his (ahem) slightly pudgy ex-girlfriend 20-something pseudo-goth, pseudo-emo Twilight fan a similar area and same country as he. Thinking through the most likely implication, if that wish comes true, his next girlfriend would in theory be a GenkiGirl Kawaiiko Japanese girlfriend who will the cutest woman he will ever know. This troper doesn't know whether to class this as a subversion or a straight example, which is beginning to break his brain...

Or she might just be a quiet Christian housewife type. Terrifying, aren't we?

I've dated a Christian housewife type before. Possibly one of the most terrifying things I've ever put myself through.

Wouldn't she also not be a she?

Also he'll breathe carbon dioxide, eat human waste, excrete food, and drink fire.

Let him (somehow) reproduce and many of our modern world problems will be solved. Also, drinking fire would turn him into a (kind of) awesome super hero.

Eh, this troper wasn't quite expecting such a LiteralMinded response... probably should have expected that from all you fellow Tropers...any-hoo, onto a less NauseaFuel example of FridgeHorror, the likely origin of TheLoveBug - some MadScientist from the Third Reich built a custom-built VW Bug around a computer from the distant future that could pass the Turing test - possibly in hopes of building more...well, military-minded and more malevolent machines of war (um, was that an alliteration?) * crickets* - anyway, the thought of Herbie being a (thankfully) FlawedPrototype of a Nazi robotic tank army is FridgeHorror (YMMV) but - well, at least for Herbie's sake he was boxed until sometime after the war when an American businessman purchased him from a car yard not knowing his true origin...

This isn't FridgeHorror, but the closest that I will come to it. I happen to be 14 years old, and I'm in a school where it seems like most of the girls have a harder time to accept anybody who is retaking their year (this was demonstrated as a guy had to retake his year and come to our class - the guys accepted him as a friend while the girls started to talk shit about him as soon as any boy was out of hearing range). I was the first to, ahem, look more like a grown-up woman in my class. A while ago I was getting along with a friend of a friend when she asked me what year I was in. When I answered, she said "oh... so you're in ''that'' grade..." with a pretty disappointed voice, and we never have spoken with each other ince our school musical was performed. One of the make-uppers said that I look elder than I am, thinking I was 16 at first. I then started to think about why girls who are elder than me seem to be more interested in getting to know me than people from the same grade. My conclusion? ''The reason that so few girls from my age want to get to know me is that I look as somebody who has retaken a year'' (which I haven't). My looks are the sole reason that I don't have many same-aged friends out of class! The horror becomes lessened because I can get to know other people, but still...

Same Troper as above has also come to think about something else. One of my friends has a filled schedule all the time, and says that people are starting to think that he hates them because he never invites others to his place nor can accept to come home to somebody else. Then, many months later, I came to think of this statement. I have an almost empty schedule and simply can't seem to think of something interesting to do at my place, therefore never bringing my friends home. To make things worse, I'm somewhat shy and won't go to the cinema unless I'm asked to (I have an annoying habit of leaving half-way through no matter how good it is, unless friends are with me), so it's not exactly easy to make the situation better. ''There is no way of looking at it without realizing that it's my fault that everyone but my family might actually hate me.'' {{OhCrap}}! And my life wasn't feeling as bad until now, too...

This troper sympathises: he lives in a place about ten miles from his school, which makes going to visit a friend out of school somewhat difficult, especially as the bus service only runs from 7AM until 7PM (or 6PM in the winter). Add the fact that I'm somewhat poor at communicating, which makes for few friends, and you'll probably understand why my weekends tend to be made of listening to music, reading books and sitting in front of a computer. The fact that my hobbies are somewhat strange doesn't help (case of point, I'm a part-time morris dancer).

This Troper once saw, at a thrift store, an unused 50th anniversary photo album.(Probably more Fridge Tragic than Fridge Horror...)

I'll just pretend that some friend accidentally bought it for a couple on their 40th anniversary, because there are several ways this could fall deeply into the realm of fridge horror.

Or they got it as an anniversary gift from the other or someone else and A) Never bothered to use it before dying of old age or cleaning out the attic, or B) already had another and donated/sold the spare.

It's also common for thrift stores to get overstock from major stores. Similar to the above, it could have been given to a couple who simply thought that it was cheesy/useless/what have you.

I have friends who are on Danbooru. I'm on there too, and have an account with one of my main online handles (which said friends do know) as the username. My favorites, which span the SFW/NSFW spectrum, are fully visible to anyone who can view my account. Now, do the math.

Eh, it's Danbooru. Some people happen to like the hentai pics on that site. And there are a lot.

A fictional and therefore definitely funnier example happened to this troper. While playing Civ IV as Germany, she set about developing the Manhattan Project before another civilization could. After it was finished, she glanced at the in-game date. The year was 1906. In this universe, it's before World War II and even World War I, and ''Germany has the nuclear bomb.'' OhCrap.

Of course, a Germany that was prosperous and didn't suffer through WW1 likely wouldn't have the Nazis come to power.

Although it would've been SOME kind of socialism. That political philosophy was all the rage in the civilized world.

Except that socialism is the opposite of National Socialism. Do you mean fascism?

This troper was pondering a little too hard one day after thinking over the female body cycles. Upon this pondering, she came to periods. Every so weeks eggs try to be conceived and fall, and thus, die. These eggs are the building blocks of human life. These eggs are babies. Every time you have your period, ladies, you are killing babies.

It happens to sperm too, m'lad, even if you don't choke the chicken.

Not exactly. Gametes are inanimate. They're cells, components of another organism, not organisms of their own. Egg and Sperm cells that don't combine will never be anything and will just die off like any other cell. Skin cells, for example. It's like saying anyone who gets a sunburn and peels is a mass murderer.

Not no mention that eggs have absolutely no nervous system, nor any kind of self-sustaining habilites. So, an egg is NOT a baby... it is not even "alive" by most definitions of the word.

Still, if you're one of those pro-lifers who believes that an embryo is a person, the fact that 25% of pregnancies are miscarried within a month of conception counts. All those deaths, and in most cases the mother never even knew she was pregnant.

Unless it's fertilized, it's not even a potential baby. Women aren't "killing" anything by having a monthly period. If you want some ''real'' Fridge Horror, take your statement and think about what a woman would actually have to do to avoid such a philosophical murder rap, and that would be to have her body in a constant state of pregnancy starting with the onset of puberty, since you don't ovulate when you're pregnant (assuming pregnancy even occurs, since even with regular sex and ovulation, it doesn't always happen). Pregnancy can take a big physical toll on the body, especially if a woman doesn't have access to proper prenatal care. I would say that she would have to be constantly pregnant up through menopause, but with that many pregnancies she'd probably be dead long before she reached it. Then consider that human females are born with all of the eggs they're going to have, which is a lot more than 20 or 25 or however many pregnancies her body can sustain. Using your logic, she would die and take hundreds of "potentials" with her. Oh, and she'd also be leaving a whole slew of actual, existing people, some of whom would be too young to care for themselves, motherless. Better yet, avoid the Fridge Horror all together by cracking open a biology textbook every now and then.

Couldn't you lot have responded without the faint condescension?

No, because the comment was kinda stupid. Sorry.

Where I come from, women's reproductive rights are being attacked relentlessly. It has gotten so bad that some lawmakers have even attempted to introduce bills that would require a criminal investigation into ''miscarriages'', for Pete's sake. I think a little "faint condescension" in the face of such misconceptions (no pun intended) about how the female body works is a very mild reaction.

While you have a point, and I completely understand your point, it's still incredibly rude to have a go at someone for this. They were just pointing out the fact that eggs are one half of the beginning of life, and so it's kind of creepy to realise that whenever you have a period, that's your body's way of telling you that a possible baby wasn't created. They weren't telling us that it is wrong to have a period, and they weren't telling us to be pregnant all our lives. It was an observation. However, it could have been worded a whole lot better, and I can see where the offense comes from.

This troper was just talking about what Naruto's and Sakura's kids would be like. Super strong ninjas with huge amounts of Chakra that get mad easy. They would destroy the town.

The super strength thing is a -learned technique-, LamarckWasRight does not apply here.

When I was a child a woman held a pet funeral for some kids in my neighborhood whose cat had died. After the "service" she said we were all welcome to come see the cat at her house whenever we like, and gave us the address. This did not seem strange at the time because I was a little kid, but it just hit me the other day that this woman was keeping DEAD ANIMALS in her HOUSE.

That is what most people would do when they get their animals cremated.

How do you know she didn't have it stuffed?

A while ago this Troper read a rather bad {{Discworld}} fanfic, so OOC it made her think "Carcer wouldn't do that!". She left a review commenting on the OOC-ness and moved on. Then it hit her: There are people out there who try to pass off things Carcer wouldn't do as kinky sex. D:

Shmups (and related genres) in arcades. {{Fighting Game}}s generate profit at a continous rate thanks to {{Tournament Play}}ers whoring them out. But as for shooting games? It's the opposite. As one spends more time with a game, the less credits he or she will burn trying to beat it with each successive attempt, and thus the less profit the machine gets. Populate an arcade with serious shooting game fans and no one else playing those games, and you have a recipe for logarithmic profit. In layman terms: '''good shmup players are bad for arcades.'''

What, are you married to a Ms. Pac-Man machine? How is this fridge horror?

Agreed. This isn't a Fridge Horror, but merely an interesting economic thought experiment that probably doesn't even hold up in the real world due to the likely small number of people who are THAT great at SHUMPS...

This troper was reading the BiggusDickus page when she arrived at the example about the roleplay character who had a six-foot cock. Her initial response was 'WTF? OK, that's just weird'. Then later, she was brushing her teeth in front of a mirror and it hit her exactly how big six feet really is... urgh.

I was listening to Puppetmon's ImageSong one night and I thought it was cute.... until I looked up the translated lyrics. He's singing about killing people with his mechanical forest while he thinks of more ways to kill people. What a great song to go to bed to....

I once read all 24 chapters of a gut-wrenchingly horrible piece of erotic fiction entitled "Lesbian Land 2250," which I am honestly surprised does not have a page here. One of the characters had three-inch labia]]. Given how psychotic the rest of the story was, I shrugged this little detail off... for a while. After this specific detail was brought up in a partial spork on Weepingcock, I decided to look at my collection of minidiscs as a reference. It was a very stupid move on my part.

That really isn't as crazy as you apparently think. Some cultures would consider that attractive. It's just that the standard Western Porno aesthetic most of us are used to favors the opposite look.

Another case from me: Dad was not necessarily a tidy person. His apartment was a noxious wreck, let's leave it at that. We had guests from other apartments, once for a steak dinner and once because Dad locked me out while I was doing laundry and left the complex. (He kept the bathroom window open, and the place was designed so one could go from room to room through the windows.) I just came to two separate realizations, and I don't know which is worse: That they had seen inside of Dad's apartment and could easily have set events in motion that got me out of his care, or that they didn't.

A lot of conservative people (a variety of MoralGuardians included) oppose same-sex marriage. You know what other kind of person would agree with them? Your typical /b/tard!

Oh me oh my! Stop the presses! This is BIG NEWS!

It might surprise you to hear that the idea that /b/tards and your typical conservative have things in common is Fridge Horror isn't actually new. This troper recalls reading of an event where Rush Limbaugh saying negative things about the Furry Fandom on his radio show, at which point some of them leapt at the chance to say things like, "If you hate on us then you agree with Rush Limbaugh!" to their detractors, /b/tards likely included...

When I first saw the music video for LadyGaga's "Alejandro", I was mildy disturbed, but couldn't figure out exactly ''what'' it was that disturbed me. It took me a while to realize that out of all the bizarre, weird, freaky, ''messed-up'' stuff going on in that video, what I found most disturbing was... the bowl haircuts. That probably says something ''very'' interesting about me.

I once caught a chipmunk with one of those special cage traps, and then released it at a park later that day. On the way home I realised it might have been a mother chipmunk, and I just left a bunch of baby chipmunks to starve to death. I don't relocate chipmunks anymore.

While reading through the NeverWasThisUniverse entry, I came across the mention of ''Dark Mirror'' and had a vaguely creepy though occur to me. What would be scarier (mostly for a religious person, I suppose) to discover in a MirrorUniverse -- seeing how much the Bible had been changed to create a moral justification for the good/evil swap, or finding out that there had been no changes at all?

For at least less intelligent fundamentalist types (think the worst American evangelicals), it would definitely be the former, as in the latter the Christian is likely to simply point and say, "Look how far these crazy fuckers twisted the words of my precious bible!", of course failing to realise the bitter irony of that statement...

So Friend A and I learned from Friend B (a gay male) that Friend C (a straight male) had asked to, ahem, "compare the size of their flagposts" with him. As Friend A and I were on a booze run, we started to slowly think about details behind the logistics of comparing flagposts, when we came to the horrible realization that you can't really compare flagposts at "half-mast". The conversation didn't go any further than that.

This troper grew up watching Tamil movies (she is Tamil herself) where the hero must save his girl from being forcefully married to her "maamaa" or "machaan" because her parents want it. Being 7 years old, she focused less on the dialogue and more on the action. It only occurred to her a few years later, when she realized that "maamaa" meant uncle and "machaan" meant cousin, thus meaning that in many cases the hero was saving her from acceptable incest. Cue agonizing scream of what her culture was up to.

If it makes you feel any better, the fact that they movie portrays the hero ''saving'' the girl from that shows that Tamil culture is willing to change things.

This troper played a game of ArkhamHorror 2 weeks ago and thought the game was scary enough...then this troper realized that the terror level should have went up a lot sooner than they would have ltiked and should be devoured a long time ago

Yeah, in the first few games you play of that, you generally only make it by the skin of how much you're willing to overlook rules/ explicitly cheat. Yog Sothoth has yet to voice an objection over drawing another mythos card.

You know those Vuvuzelas from the World Cup? Is Tinnitus like hearing those 24 hours a day? EEK!

Well... no, not really. It only kicks in if everything is silent, or low on noise. I have it mildly, and it's just a slight ringing noise when everything is silent at night. But my aunt... she has it MUCH MORE OFTEN, it's LOUD, and sometimes it sounds like GRINDING METAL. My mother says it's a miracle she remains cheerful.

This troper was tricked into headbanging with his mouth open. His friend told him not to; guess why?

I went to my first public-speaking college class a couple days ago. The teacher, while introducing herself, said "Oh, by the way, here's an interesting fact about myself: I decided to come in here and share my birthday with you all." Everyone gave the obligatory "awww"s for a couple seconds and then the class continued. Later, as I was driving home, I had a realization - "Wait a second, today is ''September 11th!''" Damn, that sucks.

We call 911 for emergencies...

This troper was watching The Lazer Collection 3 and laughing at it... up until the part where Detective Randal is to be Dr. Octogonapus' son. All of a sudden out of nowhere it hit me... who the hell was Randal's [[spoiler:mother]]?

The Looney Labs card game for BTTF gave me this. The goal of the game is to change history so that you, a descendant of one of the BTTF characters, exists. For example, Verne Brown has to make sure the trilogy goes the way it should, while Tiffany Tannen has to cause 1985-A to come into existence. Fun times, right? Well, to win the game, you have to change November 5th, 1955, and make it so Doc never invents time travel. Please remember, your player character is most likely the result of someone getting their hands on a time machine before procreating. So in order to win, YOU HAVE TO ERASE YOUR OWN EXISTENCE. (Not to mention, the player characters may be fighting to erase each other in the course of the game. . . .)

This troper finally got around to listening to ''SufjanStevens's'' ''Illinois'' when he got to the song ''John Wayne Gacy Jr.'' Although the name sounded familiar, he just chalked it up to some old jazz musician. But as the song went on and mentioned clowns, death, and little boys, he started wondering who John Wayne Gacy really was. After the song ended, it hit him. John Wayne Gacy was a serial rapist and murderer! And he realized that after remembering that he had looked the man up on TheOtherWiki a long time ago.

{{@/Tidal_Wave_17}} is an aspiring artist and writer. His right hand is one of his greatest possessions. (Not masturbation jokes, please.) His mother, her parents, and her great-grandparents all have arthitis in their right hand. My mother started to have it when she was in her ''thirties.'' That means, as soon as I get close to the big 3-0, I can expect my hand to start shaking whenever I try to draw...

I'm an artist, and my mum has Glaucoma. Which means that I could end up losing my vision. Thankfully, I'm also a fairly good writer--I think I'm better at it than being an artist, truth be told--so I have that as a backup plan. --@/{{Jonn}}

Way back when, people thought of Hell as being alone in darkness forever. Then Dante's Inferno came along and created the Hell that we all know: fire, the devil, etc. That is what a history teacher of mine told me. About 5-10 minutes later (while he was talking further about Dante's Inferno and people's reactions to it) the fridge horror kicked in: for me, being alone in darkness forever is way scarier than being tortured by the devil and burning in hell.

So a friend of mine is writing a casual futuristic fantasy series. At the end of one "book" marks because it's posted online and because each installment is too short to be an actual book), the characters find out that the Big Crunch is happening, and they have to stop it. They succeed, because one of them turns out to be the long-lost descendant of a goddess who never passed on her powers (ItMakesSenseInContext). Over a year later, it hits me. Imagine being in a universe where the Big Crunch is happening. Astronomers will find out that the universe is shrinking. Soon after that, people all over the world, perhaps the galaxy, will be aware of it. The next (and last) week or two of everyone's lives will be spent with the constant knowledge hanging over their heads that ''the universe is about to '''end'''''. And that there is ''nothing anyone can do about it''.

Umm...I'm not an astronomer, but does a Big Crunch really only take one single week? I always thought it's just as slow as the Big Bang (i.e. the time it took for the universe to expand this far will be the time it takes to fold back together again)

It might, but it probably wouldn't be noticed until long after it began. And the Earth isn't exactly at the center of the universe. Maybe a couple weeks is still an underestimate, but the point is that however long people had to live, they would have that weighing them down. Try knowing you only have a month, a year, even ten years to live before the universe itself collapses in on you. Kind of a creepy little thought to have around.

In my first playthrough of DragonAgeOrigins, I was a female city Elf, romancing Alistair. He ended up sacrificing himself, and I left Ferelden with Sten in the end game. As I didn't get Sten's sword back, he is going to be executed as soon as he returns to his homeland. My character essentially killed herself in grief. Major TearJerker, right there.

A popular story told, mostly to children from Asian families, (from my experience) is that if you eat the seeds from a fruit, a tree will grow on your head. Nobody believes these stories of course, but what if it did? That tree would be putting down roots ''into your brain''. ''They'd be in'' ''your eyes!'' ''YOUR EYES!!!''

This troper was a freshman in college when he learned of the escape of a boy in his late teens that had been kidnapped and held captive in a couple's house, chained to their fireplace for several years. The horror came later, when he was discussing it with his mother who mentioned that the boy had escaped and sought help at a local gym. Looking into it further, this troper discovered that he had ridden his bike to school past the house where the boy had been captive for at least two years, and would have been a teenage boy regularly passing that house at predictable times around the time the teenage boy was originally kidnapped.

This troper has been interested in art and art history from a very young age, but did not have the best reaction to seeing Francisco Goya's "Saturn Eating His Children" (Google it, if you dare). It made her cry the first time she saw a print in middle school, and she's had very bad reactions to it ever since, having majored in a field where art history classes are required. Well, said troper recently started reading HP Lovecraft; her latest venture into his works was "Pickman's Model", where the narrator meets a man who paints very hellish subject matter, only to find that the man was painting these nightmare creatures from photographic reference. While looking for paintings from the Romanticism movement, troper found 'Saturn...' again, and freaked out... And then she remembered the Lovecraft story and began playing the 'What If...' game...

There is a Mind and Body exhibition on the third floor of the Melbourne Museum. In a little corner, there is a wall of children's drawings of people. Naked people. With detailed adult genitalia. The FridgeHorror sets in when you realise that children drawing detailed geitalia is a sign of sexual abuse. The exhibit even mentions that children usually draw people as stick people with no genitalia. Oh God.

''Or'', they might just have a healthy attitude towards sexuality, like a family where the parents don't care if their kids see them naked when they come out of the shower, or who told them about the birds and the bees early on.

The Freeze-By-Time version is what this trooper experienced. He had seen the Salad Fingers episodes six or five years ago, from episodes 1 to 5. He did not loose any cool. Now however, he is wondering how bloody unaffeced he could be, to such a nice little series of psychological horror..

I once ran a CallOfCthulhu campaign where the story was that Azathoth had bored of his entertainment and had begun to destroy the universe, and all the EldritchAbominations were trying to stop him by amusing him in various ways. A minor god, Erkaotz, gathers thousands of people from Earth and gives them reign over a pool in which all of history plays out, and they can jump in and interfere with the timeline, while Azathoth watches their exploits. The campaign ended early, before the players even had a chance to discover any of this, and it ended as reality began to crumble and die around them. It was only until a few months later that I realized I had effectively let Azathoth ''destroy that universe''.

I recently told two of my best friends I have Aspergers on facebook chat. My friend in mexico city, friend A took it really well and told me she always thought of me as a cute normal boy. My friend in town, friend B said he always knew I had something. But now that I think about it, I remember some of the pranks he played on me like; put salt in pop and tricked me into drinking it, often not letting me go to lunch with him and the rest of my friends in a car with them, him and my other friends not inviting me to their nearby houses for school lunch breaks, calling me gay often for no reason or when I didn't like like a certain girl and laughing his ass off when a friend of mine punched me in the groin. After thinking about this, how the hell long did he know he was picking on an autistic? He's never told me.

Unless there are several redeeming qualities you did not mention, what you described does not sound like a friend.

This troper liked a very catchy and upbeat song, "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People, and I assumed that the lyrics, which I couldn't make out, must be something upbeat too. When I looked up the lyrics, I realized that it was about a school shooting, one that targeted the kids with fancy sneakers. Sneakers just like the ones that most boys at my high school wear. Sing it with me, "All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet!"

So back when I was five years old, walking home from the bus stop, I heard another girl - about my age, maybe a year older - talking about some teenagers doing something that made no sense to me. Seventeen years later, one of those random memories pops up and it dawns on me exactly what she meant when she said they "tried to pee in her butt".

This troper was doing research for school essay on D-Day. He was looking at quotes given by soldiers about the first few minutes and wanted to find one describing the heavy machine gun fire they had been under, but couldn't find any. After wondering why, it hit him. Anyone under that kind of heavy fire had died. This troper went to bed a little depressed.

Just looking at the whole "psuedo" harem dynamics makes this troper scared about getting an actual harem. Living with a bunch of girls or at least constantly interacting with them without the opportunity to hang with guys. When you talk to other guys they either snub your friends or question your sexuality. Seeing how you spend more time with girls that you are either gay or very domesticated and not really a man. Sure it's nice to have a few girls to call your own but spending too much time with girls as a guy can be a bad thing as this troper painfully learned.

Try to imagine what lies beyond the boundaries of the known universe, which theories say is finite. Does space exist beyond that boundary? Does time exist? And are all of the theories that brilliant scientists and physicists who have labored to come up with explanations even right? Trying to imagine what lies at the beyond the edges of the known universe is like trying to contemplate what nonexistence feels like. There's a reason why the human brain can't imagine something like that: if we could, we'd probably go insane.

When I was 9 years and had just started using the Internet, I came upon some chatsite where you could also play games and such, and go into two-person rooms for the games. It was really fun, until there was some guy asking me if I wanted to try "cybering". Not knowing yet what the term meant, I said "ok, what is it?" then he explained it as "You write things like: "I walk into the room and hug you", and naughtier things". Not knowing what he meant by "naugthy" either, believing it was nothing bad, and because I was pretty bored and had some time to kill, I said: "sure, let's try." After a few posts(luckily, it hadn't got to the bad parts yet) he for some reason asked: "How old are you?" I said I was 9, and he said "you're too young" and left. Several years later, with more knowledge about terms like these, I suddenly remembered this conversation... and I realised what he had been trying to get me into. I'm pretty relieved he asked for my age that early now, because otherwise...

Had a rather terrifying thought recently- What if there is a gay gene? And what if science develops a way to detect it in the womb? Aborting a gay child would be an act to be praised, even in America…

Don't worry, there is no such thing as a gay gene.

It's a combination of societial and biological factors, but nobody knows what any of them are. Even if homosexuality could be identified biologically or even "cured" (shudder) then it still wouldn't stop it entirely due to the societal factors. Anyone with enough intelligence to figure out what causes homosexuality, even if they were homophobic, would also have enough to know it would be impractical to try to rid the world of it.

More {{Squick}} than horror, but a pre-exam (chemistry) discussion about which questions we intended to answer yielded the comment "meh, fuck polymers". Halfway through the exam, I realised that thanks to the invention of the condom, people do indeed fuck polymers. Goddamnit!

While reading this very page, I had to go unlock the door to let my sister in after she got home from a school dance. I am the ''only'' person awake in the house right now, and could just as easily been asleep when she knocked on the door, thereby leaving her to freeze in more than a foot of snow.

I take notes for a fellow in class who's blind, and while I was curious as to how it happened, I was also too shy to just ask him outright. It came up in conversation earlier today that he went blind from an apparently obscure eye disease, as opposed to something a little more... sudden like a car wreck or being born with it, and my face dropped pretty quick in realization that he had gradually lost his vision. As an artist who pretty much depends on her sight, I find this horrific.

This troper had a strange one: after reading one particularly horrifying chapter of FullMetalAlchemist (well, according to everyone else), I listened to Dead Skin Mask by Slayer. He almost shit a brick when he realised that the "Get me out of here" said in the song's last chorus is pretty much what Nina would have been thinking when her dad fused her with their dog. Needless to say, he did not sleep too well that night, but that's probably what you get for listening to Slayer before you go to bed.

A longer (and Squick-inducing) one that requires some background. When this troper was five, I shared a bath with my four year old sister and the five, seven and nine year old daughters of my dad's friend (BrainBleach is available here before continuing). Twelve years later, my dad brought up this tale and (hopefully jokingly) suggested to me and the eldest daughter(as me and his friend's eldest daughter were the only two there) that we share a bath again. This troper immediately refused. She didn't respond. I hope it was loss of words and not what it looked like...

Honestly, I think you are reading too much into it. She was probably uncomfortable and you took care of it by responding. I'm sure your dad was just being nostalgic about when you were that young and innocent and was just joking.

this troper, whilst watching Hetalia, realized something while watching the episode where russia easily destroys Busby's chair. Himaruya said he wanted to make it clear that the chair broke because Russia was more evil than it. That chair took at least 60 lives! so imagine what kind of stuff russia has done!!!

Um... Russia a country that's been around about a millennium. MUCH worse things have been to him or by his leader's hands then 60 lives.

This troper and her friend were discussing a WMG for GregoryHorrorShow--the idea that both Guests were there because they'd attempted suicide. (Yes, I'm the one who put it on the page.) My friend said that, because Second Guest smoked and drank, she thought she'd attempted suicide by overdosing on pills. The next day, it hit me: the end of the season, the Second Guest is a permanent member of Gregory's family, thus becoming a guest forever. In order for that to happen, she'd have to actually be dead. Considering she's unmarried, she probably lives alone...meaning that when she took all those pills, she [[DyingAlone died all alone. Or worse, because she was so focused on work, she might not have had many friends...meaning the body would just be ''lying there, for days.'']] '''GAH!'''

This Troper recently listened to This Is Halloween again when he realised just exactly what "I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" refers to, cue him being terrified of being alone and asking said question for maybe, just maybe, a spirit will pop into existence for the sole purpose of haunting him. Also, "I am the wind blowing through your hair.". That means that every single time a gust of wind blows through your hair, a dead persons spirit has flown past you. If so, then what is a tornado, hm?

FullMetalPanic: Takuma dislikes pain, as is evident by the reaction he has to being grazed by a bullet. If he dislikes being in pain, ''how did that tracer get put into him?'' I now have images of AxCrazy Shinji tied down, howling in pain as his own friends implant something in him...''damn.''

This troper's life has a LOT of Fridge Horror in it. At a young age, his brother tried to talk him into getting a.. well.. there's no easy way to put it. His older brother asked if he could suck the troper's... yes. The troper said "No," and thankfully, his brother backed off. This was in the middle of the night, too. What would have happened.. if... bah. No. I can't think of it. I need Brain Bleach.

The same troper has been through several.. rather violent incidents throughout his life. The one he will talk about here was rather recent as of writing. Couple months back. His mother strangled him, and later said she was trying to murder him. She only did it out of sheer stress and being drugged up on medication, and she only stopped because she wasn't ''that'' far gone. ..but what if she had taken one pill too many?

In English, this troper read the original script of Romeo and Juliet. When watching the animated version, half way through, just after the sex scene it hit her. Romeo is fifteen. Not that bad? Well, then it hit her again. Juliet is twelve.

''And'' it was fairly normal for the time.

There was a Firefly fanvid set to "Wires" by Athlete. It was posted on Youtube, and I found it on the vid-maker's website, but it was removed and I couldn't remember the editor's name. It was about Simon's devotion to River. I found it again, and for the first time realized that the slash in the description name meant something different than what I thought. And now one of my favorite songs and vids is ruined.

This Troper once had an extremely disturbing nightmare about an utterly insane woman who constantly referred to herself as Mommy. In the dream, 'Mommy' abused both this Troper and her 'siblings.' While she isn't too fond of her real mother, this Troper realized just a few days ago that her real mother constantly referred to herself as Mommy...

After this Troper read Daniel Quinn's ''The Man Who Grew Young'' (excerpts) and saw everyone in the world catch MerlinSickness, willingly restore nature, and embrace primitive technology, I couldn't help but think that women and African Americans ''allowed'' white men to take away their rights, and even made speeches and movements about how society would '''benefit''' from the oppression of their people. Someone please tell me the world can't really rewind after the apocalypse!

This troper is reflecting on his hobbies, and it hit him: If he wasn't into anime, cosplay, or video games (his main interests), he'd do more programming. So the best solution to his productivity problems? ''Completely erase the former three interests from his mind.''

I was playing ''Left4Dead 2'' with my friend, on a custom port of No Mercy from the first game before Valve got around to it. It was a decent port, with some uncommons only showing up in certain portions of certain maps. Mudmen from "Swamp Fever" showed up in the sewer you go through just before you enter Mercy Hospital. #QUOTE# '''Coach:''' Mudmen!\\ '''Friend:''' that's not mud\\ '''Me:''' ''({{beat}})'' OH GOD!

My mother is a pilot. I only recently realized why this was unsettling, when I started flying gliders a bit more.

In what could be an exaple of Fridge Horror, I just read through then entire Real Life page for this trope and found most of it to be incredibly cool. Does that make me a NightmareFetishist or CompleteMonster in the making?

This troper has fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome, and had it really bad in her freshman year of high school. At the time, though, I thought it was mono. I was talking to the Principal who was very rude, but she mentioned that her sister had something like having mono all the time. This lady kicked me out of school a few weeks later, essentially for my illness. This lady KICKED A GIRL WITH (possibly) THE SAME DISABILITY AS HER SISTER OUT OF SCHOOL. So the question... how the hell did she treat her sister?

Based on the Alternate Universe discussions on the real life page, I guess I can add this- during the cold war, a well-known psychic predicted that one of two submarines would be lost at sea. One still hasn't been found... and the other had my dad on it. In an alternate universe...

You know those snarky "statistics" people put in their signatures on forums and such, like "98% of teenagers would die if _____"? Well, a couple friends of mine were actually discussing those in a serious fashion, mainly how that kind of drastic population decrease would benefit the economy (freeing up jobs, scholarships, etc.), and suddenly it hit me: while the economy may benefit, the societal detriment would balance it out, if not outweigh it. People, especially women, would be expected to have children, likely as many as possible. Homosexuality would be even more stigmatized, perhaps even to the point of becoming a criminal offense, and if the public ever got wind of asexuality (this troper's ingroup), it would happen there too. People already think gays are a sin against God; imagine the mayhem and frenzy if people started thinking they would be the cause of humanity's extinction by not reproducing! Laws would most likely be made forcing people to enter heterosexual relationships regardless of orientation or desire. Going by clear patterns of human behavior that have exhibited themselves from the very beginning and still persist today, such a severe population upset would inevitably blind people enough to bring social progress to a screeching halt and send it careening backwards in the name of survival.