This tropette used to have her bedroom in an attic. Not too creepy, really. There's the constant paranoia of ''something'' coming out of one of the multiple storage spaces, but that's really it. One morning, during the winter when I was sleeping with 4+ sheets, I awoke to find a just-bought-that-day red blanket had ''turned into a blood-colored powder.'' Even worse, is that in my sleep I had kicked off the other 3 sheets, leaving me covered in red. But that wasn't the end. That night, I walked up to feed my adorable but irritatingly noisy little gerbils, Nibbles and Munch. When I dropped the food in, neither of the sisters came to get it. As I looked around in the tank (they were kept in a fish tank), I see Nibbles in their "house" chewing on a bit of cardboard. I looked a little closer at the right side of the cage (because I saw red in my peripheral) and geuss what? Munch was lying on her back with no head and her chest was ripped open in a Y-cut, with parts missing. No blood. I'm not kidding. After the thing with the blanket that morning, I think you cun understand my feelings. I went into BSOD mode. I vaguely remember calling for my mother. She came up, saw me staring at the tank, and looked around in it herself. She stayed calm, merely breathing "oh my god," and called up my stepdad, who was with his friends. His friends poked their heads in too. She pointed out the gerbil immediately. He got a paprer towel and brought it down so the boys could determine how it died. As he was going down stares, I stared blankely for a while before saying "Maybe we should give away the other gerbil. I don't want her to be..." I collapsed into hystarics trying to say "lonely." My mother let me sleep on the couch that night and we moved soon after. We never did find that head, though... As it turns out, Munch jumped on top of her water bottle in one of her usual attempts to get out, fell, and broke her neck. But the head and chest? We found out [[CannibalClan gerbils eat their dead bretheren to dispose of the bodies. That's right. Nibbles ate her sister]].

I once had a nightmare where my Mom,sister,and me were coming home late from buying groceries. We came back outside to get more stuff from the car,when we noticed that Mom was missing. a burgler came in with a shotgun,and my sister fights him off. then I hear a gunshot,and then,for a minute,nothing but complete silence. then the burgler walks up to me,points the gun right at my forehead....And I immediately woke up in a cold sweat. It is still to this day what I consider to be one of,if not my most terrifying nightmare.

My parents are divorced and me and my mum live in a different country to my dad and brothers. My worst nightmare was my mother getting on an old fashioned boat (the kind with sails, for some reason) and hanging over the banister with the rest of my family waving at me as I ran to the end of the dock, screaming for them to come back. When they didn't listen I jumped of the edge, got caught up in a fishing net and drowned.

I used to live in a trailer park on top of a hill. It was a grungy little place to live, but hey, it was all we could afford at the time, and i liked my room. The High Octane Nightmare Fuel for me was our water source. The trailers were all hooked to different wells for water; One well was for sewage, the other was for drinking water. However, the drinking water wasn't much cleaner than the sewage. The water was a disgusting brownish hue, people constantly got sick, one baby lost his teeth. I myself have no less than thirteen cavities, and got sick rather frequently while we lived in the trailer park. When we moved into a new house in the woods (I'm glad to say the water here is clean and i rarely get sick any more) we found out that the landlord was dumping sewage into the drinking well. We had a filter on our water, so we didn't get as sick as the other residents. Still, i get nightmares thinking about it.

This troper's house caught fire recently. The three regular residents of the place were in the living room, a houseguest was in a spare room sleeping. None of us knew anything was wrong until someone started pounding on the door. Some strangers had just happened to be driving down our very remote country road at 2 in the morning in time to see the flames shooting up out of the roof and wall of our garage. If they hadn't - and if they'd been even a little bit later - the entire house might have burned down. And the guest was staying in the room that shares a wall with the garage - and wasn't even aware that the room was filling with smoke as she slept. The fire got put out with the only damage being a large hole burned through the wood of the wall, extensive damage to the shingles, and one of the rafters being eaten completely away (fortunately not a load-bearing rafter). Making it worse: the fire marshal spent two hours examining the site and could not find a ghost of a cause for what started the fire, something he says has only happened once before in his career. There's no wiring in that part of the garage, there were no flammable items stacked there (in fact it was a blank space we weren't using for storage at all), not even any signs of arson, nothing. It just spontaneously, inexplicably burst into flame one night. And to make it even WORSE: when we first moved in we noticed a scorch mark on the inside of the garage wall, and a bit of wood burned away from one of the framing beams in that area. In the same location as the mysterious fire started. And our landlord doesn't know how THAT fire happened, either.

Yeah. I made the worst mistake of my life when my subconscious decided that one of my relationships needed a little help. Basically, what I wound up imagining that night wasn't the worst part. I also decided to daydream about being at the mercy of my horrible subconscious. I daydreamed about telling my close friends what I'd thought. They're all related, intensely close, and I'm afraid that they'd hate me if they knew. This may not seem very HONF to you, but my friends are my world. I daydreamed about committing Seppuku (literally) for doing the deed. I've daydreamed about burning people alive for hurting my important people. The more people do that could hurt or does hurt my friends, the more unstable I am, the more of myself I lose. No, I'm not a complete monster. I just intensely love my friends, and happen to have had issues, especially with the prettiest bunch.

This troper once had a nightmare in which I was trapped in a room with a gargantuan, four-headed version of myself. Each head wore a white mask and they all one by one made me relive the worst moments of my life, such as finding my mother nearly drowned in liquor one day, and when the only person I've ever loved threw himself off a bridge in front of me. Eventually they each make me face up to the real problems that I have: masochism, nihilism, a sense of futility and my violent tendencies. After which a child version of myself appears and asks me to give up one of my closest friends in exchange for the acceptance of my flaws. Thinking it was only a dream, I agreed. Next day, said friend tells me he loves me, and when I hesitate to say the same, he leaves in a rage and refuses to come near me. We ended up reconciling, but the dream itself shook me to my core and I suffered from insomnia for quite a while.

This troper was headed to math class a couple months ago, when she noticed a large number of students filing in late. Now, that's not unusual, happens all the time in math. It was only the next day that she found out that had she not taken the shorter route to the classroom, she would have witnessed one of her classmates having a seizure, eyes rolled back in his head, drooling and shouting gibberish...this is especially terrifying because she read a pamphlet on seizures a couple days prior, knew what they can do to you, and found out that excessive drug use can cause them. Nothing has caused her more worry EVER.

Was your friend all right??

I hope he was alright...this troper has had the experience of viewing two seizures at her high school in the past two years (One directly behind her arrggg)

(Original Troper) Yes, he was okay. He didn't even know he had a seizure until he was in the hospital.

Well it sounds like a grand-mal and those sneak up with no warning. At all. Complex-partial (I'm using old terminology by the way; screw the new shit, it's too P.C.) can sometimes be preceded by an "aura" which is a...well, it's like you get the sense of an impounding headache, but it never comes. It's weird to describe. However the aura ''itself'' is considered a seizure so if you're an epileptic who lives in a place that relies on driving for transportation, hope you don't have even an ''aura'' for 6 months or else you're fucked.in order for an epileptic to drive, s/he must go 6+ months prior without a seizure. Sleep seizures, auras, complex-partial, even the freaky "space out and white noise" seizures, nada. Yeah. Good luck with that; [[{{Theoneyoucallwe}} I'm 4 years and still trying.]]

Continuing my above wall of text on seizures and why they suck, the few times I've had grand-mal, I never even knew shit had happened. For the seizer it's like one minute you're taking your math test the next you wake up feeling like you tried to eat your retinas. There is no memory recall of the seizure itself, which can be the truly frightening part, especially if you wake up in hell knows were, like you were roofied or something. Fun times...

This troper was at school, waiting for her final exams to start, when we suddenly got a call to go under lockdown. The teachers wouldn't tell us what happened. Turned out that a man had gotten murdered with a pickaxe. A block away from my school. And the worst part? A middle schooler saw it. That's right. A seventh grader walked right by the murder going on. Poor girl.

This troper was at her school's badminton tryout and had her back turned for a second when all of a sudden, there was a loud crash and everyone stopped what they were doing. She turned around and saw an older student lying on the ground, shaking violently, all the while her skin was turning sickly gray. We later found out she didn't make it.

This troper, while studying in a library, was told by a friend that someone on the 1st floor tried to commit suicide and that there was blood on the floor. He looked down into the central atrium of the library to see, and he didn't just see a little blood stain. It was a ''big splatter of thick blood'', about three to four meters wide. And then on his way down, he also see what appeared to be organs and half a ''cranium''. It was the most unsettling sight of the day. Here's the news story; apparently, the guy ''banged his head into the ground'' after a nasty altercation between a police officer. ''there's a shot of the blood splatter from the 3rd floor on the news page.)''

And you were '''there?!''' ''Daaaaaaaaamn....''

He banged his floor into the ground?

The link is dead D:

Slighly ironic

I feel like a horrible, horrible person for laughing as I read this

We probably are. Well, you have to face this things with some humor, Don't you think? Its How I stay mostly sane.

ThisWiki has the TroperTales section of BrainBleach. Seriously, you'll need BrainBleach from just reading the nauseating to the downright terrifying stories these tropers tell.

The Troper Tales section for that page doesn't seem to exist anymore.

This troper was at a school sporting event when a classmate was injured. It wasn't just what happened-- people get hurt all the time at school events-- but the way it panned out... first of all, I had no idea anything had happened in the minutes I'd had my back turned to the playing field, and then when I finally turned around, the game had stopped. Everyone was just standing around in a clump, and I was quite perplexed for a moment-- until my eyes followed where they were logically staring at. I saw one of my classmates prone on the grass, perfectly still, just... not... moving. If someone has a sprained ankle, they're usually at least moving, or grasping at it, or screaming or ''something''. She was turned away from me, and I had no idea what had happened. When I ran over to see, a teacher stopped me halfway before I could get a look and turned me back-- but not before I saw one limp hand stretched out on the grass, covered in blood. It wasn't just what had happened. (She had a broken nose, and was in pain, but nothing else. Bad enough.) It was the tableau set up around her, everyone watching and no one saying anything, the game stopped dead-- and not knowing what had happened. Not knowing where the blood was coming from, just that there was ''blood''. I think I'll be seeing that in my nightmares.

This troper knows how that is. While I don't particularly care for my family, the day my father broke his wrist was terrifying. I was in bed, completely under the covers. I think I had been awake for maybe a half hour, but I didn't feel like getting out of bed. I was reading in my little land of sheets, when I heard two successive screams and my mother crying, "I'm coming, I'm coming!!" I tentatively wandered over to where the voices were coming from. I was greeted to my father curled up on the garage floor (cement, by the way) next to a collapsed stepladder and my mother panicking and wanting to call an ambulance. Mom drove dad to the hospital, and I was left with little to no information. I was scared out of my mind until I was informed that my dad had only broken his wrist.

This troper's father has epilepsy. For most of my life I'd never witnessed him having a seizure because they only happen occasionally, and only late at night. But one night, as a teenager, I woke up to hear him moaning in the next room. He wasn't hurt by the seizure--he didn't need to go to the hospital or anything like that. But hearing my father, who never admits to fear, or pain, or weakness moan "I'm scared" was one of the most frightening moments of my life.

I was in 7th or 8th grade(don't remember which), and it was during the last or second-to-last class of the day. All of a sudden, the principal calls for lockdown over the PA system and the teacher shuts off the lights, locks the door, and all the rest of my classmates, myself included, sit down as far away from the door as possible. We later found out that one of the girls in PE had just passed out, for no reason at all. She DIED before she even got to the freaking hospital. I come back the next day to find, in the seat next to mine, a SHRINE in memory of the girl. She and I weren't even in the same class, I don't even think I knew who she was, and she just dropped dead the day before. If you're curious, this happened approximately 3-4 years ago, in a little town called Saint Helens in the state of Oregon.

This troper's father had insulin-dependent diabetes when this troper was a kid. One morning around 3 A.M., I woke up from sleeping on the couch, and saw my father sitting on the loveseat opposite of me. At first I thought he was just asleep in an odd place, but he wouldn't wake up when I tried to rouse him. After going to get my mother and turning on the lights, we realize he is in diabetic shock. His eyes were partially rolled back and his pupils were fully dilated. His skin was cold and clammy and he was so very still... Thankfully we managed to bring him around and he even went to work later that day. But the thought of what would have happened had I not woke up still brings me chills.

This troper has a ton of online friends. Something that terrifies him to no end is the thought of him suddenly dying in an accident or something, with no way to tell these friends. They'd think it's strange that he hadn't signed on for a while, maybe check up on his profiles at different websites and see no change, and eventually forget about him...the idea keeps him up at night. *shudders*

Agreed, except for the "keeps her up at night" for this troper. Has at one point put a list of contact information for her best online friends (at the time) for her parents to contact in the event of her death. But yeah, the whole idea that if you die, no one will think to contact the many people you've grown close to over the internet, and that they will know nothing of your ultimate fate or even your real name... that's spooky.

This troper could have sworn she was the one who added that, but for the space after the ellipsis. Yep, same sitch.

Have no fear. This Troper has certainly not forgotten a dear online friend of his who (probably) died of cancer a little over a year ago. And never will. It’s true about not knowing the real name.

Don't mean to be horrible, but it was described as died suddenly. They're both as bad as each other, really.

I worried about one of my friends, who hadnt been online in a while, gave me nightmares for weeks, but shes ok, she came back a few months later. Now im worrying about one of my online friends, its only been a week since she has been online, but her last facebook post was early one morning saying she needed to go to hospital but she couldnt go cause nobody would go with her.

This troper remembers Lohti. As long as you have friends who know your name, you will never be forgotten.

Becuase of a fear of this happening, this troper has a envelope hanging on his wall telling his family about TvTropes, and how to tell everyone on here what happened. Hopefully, that envelope will never be opened, but still...

this troper takes a similar approach. Some of my relatives have my passwords; my classmates and a few teachers have been informed on what to do in case I die or have a major disaster that restrains me from going to class.

this troper's life was saved by online friends, almost all of them she's since lost touch with- email addresses no longer work, home sites are down.. she'll never speak to them again, mostly, and it kills her inside. she often wonders about what happened to them- and how the others would ever find out if something happened to her.

This scares the crap outta me, too. I've actually had a conversation with one of my internet friends about this and it just freaked me out for some reason. It was the first time I'd thought about it...

This troper once was running inside a clothing store at age 5.I tought it would be fun to hide betwen the clothes. Long story short a clotheshook came right into my eyelid.Fourtanetly nothing serious happened, but I havent runin a clothes store since that day.

This Troper remembers being about eight years old when her dad brought home a new addition to the family's fish tank: a gold dojo loach. Sure, it was cute. Sure, it liked people. It wasn't the fish itself that was Nightmare Fuel as much as what it did...it was when the two beloved catfish, the favored fish in the tank, went missing over a period of three days that things went bad. One fish was never seen again. We never found the body and to this day are puzzled as to where it went. As for our adorable little peppered catfish, I remember running down the stairs one morning to find its skeletal corpse, organs hanging out and eyes eaten from the sockets, floating at the top of the tank, which is a rather terrifying way to find a lovable pet. I'm convinced that the loach did it, since it spent most of its existence attacking the catfish and the neons.

Eek! Growing up in Louisiana, this troper is not unfamiliar with mosquito bites, but a couple of weeks ago or so, she was in the shower and notices this HUGE one that looked even more infected than one that had been picked at and scratched, despite how it seemed to have been unnoticed for quite a while. She was so scared at first that something was implanted in her leg since it was so big and dark. It's still there as of now, but noticeably much smaller and nowhere near as infected.

This Troper's friend arrived in her appartment (where only she lives) one day. She took her time, relaxed, took a shower and sat at her computer. Half an hour later, she went to her kitchen to search for something. Then she noticed something on her table. There was a jar with a real heart inside! Turns out that she had a friend working in a slaughterhouse who was supposed to bring her an eye from a beef that she could use to "decorate" for Halloween (I know, I have weird friends), but he couldn't find any, so he chose to take something else from a pig. The worst of this is that she only learned that last fact the day after. Also, she didn't even screamed when she discovered it or didn't have trouble sleeping that night, even if she didn't know for sure who placed that there. When she told this troper her story, even if he was creeped out (by the story ''and'' by her), he proceeded to say all the puns that he could think of with the word "heart".

This troper was taking a shower one day. He noticed that water was backing into the shower via the drain, so he hurried up and finished showering. And there was a reason for this: the next morning, he went into this bathroom, ready to take a shower, opened the shower door, and '''safe for humanity!)''' was scat all over the shower floor. He ran screaming to his parents bedroom about this issue. This delayed his showering for a good 15 or so minutes, as he had to instead use the other bathroom's shower, which he hasn't used in years due to it being typically less clean than his shower.

This Troper's mom grew up in a rural area and her family used a well. One day she was drawing a bath and the water came out yellowish and bad-smelling. She told her parents, who went to go check it out...and there was a dead, decaying rabbit in the well. (Yes, I think they got their ''drinking water'' from there too.) The yellowish color is what always gets me about that story.

This troper has PTSD. Imagine the worst thing that's ever happened to you...repeating itself over and over inside your head. Now imagine that said 'worst thing' was your drug addicted, abusive, and delusional boyfriend allowing his dealers to gang rape you. Because they needed 'payment' mind you- that's right, he ''sold'' me to get a hit. Now imagine that you also have borderline personality disorder, and have to look at your scars to remind you that the past is real (PapaRoach reference not intentional), and that your life has been such a TraumaCongaLine since you were '''12''', when your mother died, and since then you fell into alcholism, drug abuse and depression, to the point where you wouldn't know who you were if you weren't suffering. Imagine you only went out with said abusive etc ex on the rebound, because the girl you truly loved DIED of a heroin overdose. This is not a DrugsAreBad message. It is this troper's life.

Holy fucking shit, what are you doing on TV Tropes?! Go get some goddamned help! From the looks of it, you have WAY more important things to worry about than the internet!

Yeah; why the '''fuck''' are you wasting your time here!? Get ''help'', goddammit! Go beat your ex to a pulp, maybe? Interrogate him about the names of those dealers so they can get arrested?

The most traumatic event of this troper's childhood? Glad you asked! You see, my father had left me and my brother home alone with our older sister, because Grandma was in the hospital. Also around this time, unbeknown to us, some ants decided it would be a good idea to build a hive inside one of our phones. God only knows how long it was there, because we hardly ever use that phone. Anyway, It just happened to be the closest phone when dad called. I heard it ring, picked it up, my dad's voice (distorted because the phone was crap, hence why we hardly ever used it) says "Grandma's dead" then thousands of ants (yes, the biting kind) swarm out of the phone onto my face. I was 9 years old. To this day, the very thought of an ant makes me cringe, and the site of a lot of them can send me into panic attacks. Same with anytime I hear a voice distorted the same way that phone did. As for the "nightmare" part? Well, how's this for a nightmare, hugging your grandmother, hearing a distorted voice say "grandma's dead" and have her dissolve into a mass of ants while you're still hugging her? I had that one for years.

When this troper was 10, her grandfather had a series of arrhythmias that caused his defibrilator to shock him fourteen times. Imagine being a small girl and watching your grandfather writhing on the floor screaming, and having no idea what is happening.

At a young age, this troper's father dragged her into a Halloween store which prides itself on shock factor. Among other things, there is a fountain of a man "vomiting" into a barrel marked "Radioactive" (I'm emetophobic), and a realistic electric chair "show" that through the magic of animatronics, executes a victim every 15 minutes. The audio was so realistic that I had to leave the store, and it still haunts me even at 17.

This troper's parenting teacher told the class a horrific story (it was during the time we were talking about child-proofing your home and keeping objects far out of the child's reach) about a good friend of her's. The teacher had a really good friend who had a small child between the young ages of 3-4. Well, the friend apparently left to go do something around the house, thus leaving her child alone. Turns out, the friend had just made a extremely hot coffee drink and her child decided to waddle right over to it and knocked it over (the cup was really close to the child's reach). Cue to child screaming, the friend coming back in, screaming, picking up her burning child, and running out into the streets screaming, "SOMEONE HELP MY BABY!". The coffee was so hot, it literally melted some of the child's skin off. Thankfully he was fine (he had second-third degree burns) but the teacher said that he still has scars on his face and arms (I believe he's around my age now). To this day, it terrifies me that this could/does happens when a parent leaves their child alone or leaves a sharp object or something hot in the child's reach.

I really wish that I wasn't reading this.

Same. Combine this with my ever growing paranoia of ...him. I don't think I can go to sleep now.

This troper stabbed his own mother. It was by a complete careless accident that I dare not regale for the sake of my own sanity, but the short version is that I accidentally stabbed my mother in the stomach with a large, sharp kitchen knife. She lived, but here it is several years later and I still see it happen whenever I close my eyes.

When your hand is caught in a piece of machinery, there's first a sound like something jamming, almost like a straining engine. Next are some popping sounds, which start soft and sporadic but grow intense within moments. Then you feel pain, and you realize what is happening and scream at the top of your lungs. It only takes a few seconds (though the memory makes it seem longer), so you don't think to turn the machine off, you simply haven't time to. I instinctively pulled back, and my arm slid out cleanly, and blood sprinkled out onto the table. Holding my arm out, I saw that my hand was gone: there was a small bit of skin left hanging over a slab of muscle that tapered out slightly just after my wrist. The bone was sticking out, and I can't remember many more details, even though I must have stared at it; the image is blurred in my mind. I panicked, I started thinking my life was over and that I couldn't live without a hand, this couldn't be happening, and then my mind shut up completely. I grabbed my bleeding arm and pressed down on the blood vessel, some old knowledge somehow kicking in. I saw that I was bleeding more than I ever had before, because when I brought my arm down and pointed my stump at the floor, the blood just poured like I'd dumped out a flask. I wrapped my arm up in a filthy apron, sat down, put my feet up and demanded water until the helicopter took me to the hospital, where I was mercifully relieved of pain and excess tissue. Now, this event was fuel for two nightmares I can recall vividly. The first one, three years after, took place in my grandmother's neighborhood at night. I was walking down the street with a couple friends when explosions started going off, and a red fog began to fill the air. My friends and I started bolting across the street, and I had a feeling like it was safer over there. While crossing the street, a bloodcurdling scream rang out and carried until we made it to the other side, cursing and wondering what the hell had just happened. All of a sudden I was at my new job (at the time), in the lunch room, and the clock showed a time which I later realized was the time of the accident. My female boss, representing my mom, said something like "How could this happen?" The scream was probably my scream, some horrid little sound-bite trapped in my subconscious. The second nightmare involved being in my house, except that it was also the place I was maimed. My bathroom was the work room and the basement was the outside. There was a turtle in the sink, but the sink was also the machine. My cousin was there, and he was holding a knife against the turtle's neck. It was a cute turtle and I felt horrible, I didn't want it to die, so me and my brother were pleading with him not to kill the turtle, but he finally cut the turtle's head off. The dream POV moved to the turtle's face, in some underwater psychedelia, and its eyes bugged, dilated, and whited out as the head came off. Then my brother and I were cursing at my cousin, screaming at him, saying he should go kill himself. The next thing I know, I feel like there are invaders all around the house and they're going to kill all of us. I ran to the front door, and I saw my cousin hunched over a car, covered in a bloody apron, with his hand inside the car's window. Then he shot himself. I felt horrible guilt but instead of going to help him I shut the door and locked it, then ran to the side door and locked that one too. Then I woke up from my brother loudly coming into the bedroom. There were other dreams, but they were neither nightmares nor interesting enough to mention. Anyway, I suppose the point of all this is that there is no nightmare fuel like the kind one personally finds.

I really, ''really'' wish that I hadn't just read that. Jesus Christ.

Damn; this must've been hard to type, then.

I once had a dream in which my father died of a heart attack. I was the first to know about it, and when I told my (divorced) mom, ''she just laughed''. She only seemed interested in this indescribable tube of diamond jewelry that was coming in the mail. I did not go back to sleep for at least an hour.

Same person here. When I was about 10, I owned some fish as pets, and at one point, ''four of them inexplicably died''. That wasn't the scariest part; no, the worst part comes with a fish that I had named Swordy due to its pointy-looking tail. '''The thing is a fucking psychopath.''' He would invariably kill EVERY other fish in the tank. This was remedied by switching to a new, bigger tank, but due to lack of space, I couldn't keep it for long, so I had to go back to the small tank. '''''SWORDY RIPPED OFF THE EYES AND FIN OF ONE THE FISH AND ATE THE REMAINS,''''' and then committed suicide (?). I will ''never'' own another one again.

If it was a betta, then that's normal. Male bettas kill each other.

I once had a dream where me and everyone I knew lived under a futuristic, yet somehow medieval, world where corrupt nobles controlled everything. But there was a noble who was pretty groovy, so he left me, a commoner, with his inheritance when he died. So what do the others do? First, they rewrite the will to put it up for grabs to anyone who would win in a fight to the death in an arena with armor and swords. Then, they take the girl I like, make her the splitting image of myself, and force her to participate in nothing but rags. She's not only hysterical from knowing of her imminent death, but also is utterly disgusted at how ugly they made her. And they would have made my family and I watch her and (sort of) myself die a brutal death had I not woken up before that part.

You want some good ol' fashioned nightmare fuel that will make you doubt your faith in humanity? You have come to the right place! -Ahem- Imagine growing up in a househeld with no father, a mother and grandfather who spent all day working, leaving you with an emotionally distant grandmother who never paid any attention to you, causing you to do all sorts of things to gain her attention, but to no avail. Imagine going to school, trying to get the friendship and attention of your classmates, only to be turned away, causing him you to believe the reason no one liked you was ''your'' fault instead of ''theirs''. Imagine yourself being left alone with your mothers abusive boyfriend who liked to get drunk and beat you up for accidents you didn't even cause. Imagine going to a babysitter who lets her kids treat you like utter crap, not allowing you to ever fight back, and making you sleep behind the couch because she says you don't belong. Imagine going to a church camp, looking for acceptance, but being treated even worse than at school for no reason. Imagine making only one friend at that same church camp, only for him to take you alone inside a cabin, telling you that if you let him do ''things'' to you, you be best friends for ever, and in your delusional quest for a friend, you say ''yes''. Imagine having so many different personality and mental disorders, chances are no therapist would ever be able to help you. Are you done imagining all this? Good. ''Now imagine all this happening before you are even eight years old.'' That was this tropers life.

Above you will find a rather interesting piece of advice someone else gave to a person not too dissimilar from you: get. help. now. I don't know if anybody can give you that... but I hope you will get better.

This troper is pretty scared, because last year, her best friend got a kitten. Then, she told this troper that her kitten was really sick and the doctors removed her eye. She told me the details. Kitty's eye EXPLODED. Now, last month I went to her house. I saw her kitty grew up into a beautiful cat...except for a little detail. It can't close her exploded eye yet, and this troper saw throught her eye, I mean, imagine a cat without an eye, right? now, what's inside that space where her eye should be? That's what I mean. (Not much a HONF, but this troper is 13 years old, and really sensitive)

This Troper once spent a week in a camper in Virginia with her aunt and uncle. It was, quite simply, the most awesome late summer holiday ever. A week after that, my aunt's mother stayed in the same camper. While in the bathroom, she slipped on the mat, fell, and shattered her skull on the bathroom sink. We still don't know whether death was instantaneous. Obviously, the camper has not been used since.

I didn't know my aunt's mother well, so I felt more sad for my aunt's sake. But after the funeral, all I could think about was how I had been in the same place that someone died in. *shudder*

Hello. I created this thread. Just read the OP. That should be enough High Octane Nightmare Fuel for you. Unfortunately, my family doesn't seem to think I've been through enough.

I've spent an hour reading that thread and my faith in humanity has been destroyed and rebuilt(Due to the responses from other tropers) over and over.

This troper is absolutely disgusted by the the original troper's father. That man is a CompleteMonster. I know you may love him, but he still sounds like a heartless prick.

This Troper was extremely exhausted when she stopped in a motel that was kind of shoddy but decent enough after she and her mom nearly hit a deer on the highway. Wanting to take a shower [switching to first person] I stumbled into the bathroom, there were a few ants around but nothing to bother me too badly. Then when I turn on the faucet what seems like a million black ants pour out of it and just keep coming. I immediately start to freak out and hyperventilate before I run my little butt out of that room.

This Troper once went to the Ghoullog at Cranmore, NH. That was the scariest thing I have ever done. Before I did it, my brain had been hardwired with the knowledge it was going to suck hard, so I handled it with bravado and immersing myself in a cloud of NightmareRetardant. Firstly, there was a girl that looked dead (Yes, that's '''you''', Elise. I hope this explains something.). She was wearing white corpse makeup with black rings around her eyes, had bloody safety pins stuck through her ears, and a dead vaguely baby-shaped thing wrapped in gauze hanging from her wrist. So, while all my friends ran away from her screaming, I sat and ate pizza and when she scared them all out of the bathroom I said "You really love this job, don't you." Then there was a MonsterClown that walked by carrying a fake corpse. I don't think I have to tell you how hard it was to not have the shit scared out of me there! Then there was this weird paratrooper guy with pale eyes, a surgical mask, and an assault rifle. No wait, I'm pretty sure there was another crazy surgeon. He said there had been a dangerous bioweapon released into the town, and if we were infected with it '''They did not care'''. Shit on a biscuit! If you heard someone say that, then all confidence goes out the window. Then he listed the symptoms, which were mutation, insanity, and bleeding, ''while giving us a good view of his disturbingly pale bleeding eyes''. If that happened in real life, I would be scared shitless and would have tried to shoot him with my looted gun then burned the body after stealing the assault rifle and other sidearm. After he gave us some warning about not breathing in the gas, we went through a short corridor that gave all sorts of "decontamination, biohazard" vibes and then suddenly this gas came out and there were cockroaches crawling all over the walls and it was all of a sudden brightly lit! Now that was scary at the time. Oh, and after we escaped several freaks roaming around, one of which had a shotgun that I swear he very nearly ''fired it''! Then there was this hospital/morgue room, and-Well, you know how that's going to turn out. There was this girl eating guts out of a fake dead person (Oh, I hoped it was a mannequin and not a person with really good props.) and then-well, I guess I owe you some explanation now. Two years before I'd gone to the ghoullog and there was this equally weird hospital/morgue thing where this guy yelled out from behind one of the weird drawer things on the wall and people pretending to be dead jumped out at you at every turn giving everyone the same mindset that makes Deadspace players shoot every necromorph corpse they come across, so I think I said something like "okay, something's going to jump out, stay on your guard" then right out of fucking nowhere this guy with either freakishly pink skin or was covered in blood jumped out from nowhere and started running at us! Did I mention that this place had the lights going on and off, on and off, on and off every second so it was the most freakish stop-motion film you ever saw? I can't ''not'' think of that guy as a necromorph-reaver horribifuckus... thing! We finally got out, into the night, and made our way through the maze to the chairlift scared at every turn. There were chainsaw lunatics there, and I was in a near permanent state of saying ohshitohfuckohshitohfuckohshitohfuck! Then, probably after hearing the chainsaw maniac I lost my shit and-I'm kinda fat here, just so you know-ran really fast, and my friends were all shocked when they learned I could do that. We took the chairlift up, and this horrible guy that looked like a melonhead (Or, in layman's terms, looked like a hideously ugly guy with hydrocephalus.) handed us a flashlight, and I shudder to think what shit we'd be in without it. Then there were these horrible skull-faced pig things that looked like something JhonenVasquez would come up with and in a moment that would be particularly Narmy in a horror movie I yelled "I gotta go pig, I'll see ya later!" We walked through the Summit House, and... Oh God. I can't remember what happened in the summit house! I know there was this maze of doors, and someone chased us, and there was this grandma-looking woman who tried to guide us that I said I didn't trust and I kept looking under the grates because I thought there'd be something under there, and there was this place where we had to get squeezed through a narrow corridor full of these pipes that were like worms and there was someone in there with us OH GOD THERE WAS SOMEONE IN THERE WITH US! There were these doors and this girl that would scream that was totally not the one from the bottom and we got lost in the doors and I couldn't find my way out and then I ran to the chairlift. I didn't have nightmares that night and I snuggled with a stuffed dog that'd be a good ghoullog prop but I still think is cute.

And why yes, I am an UnreliableNarrator. This all did happen, but not quite the way I remember it-when I do remember that is. You can't very well blame me for not remembering all this.

When this troper was 8, she had a dream that she was watching her nephew, who was 10 months at the time, and he bumped his head on the wall. He wouldn't stop crying, and suddenly his FACE TURNED INSIDE OUT!!!! This troper was FREAKING OUT! And then, thank G-d, she woke up... but then, the very next day, she really WAS watching her nephew, and he REALLY did bump his head... ON THE SAME WALL AS HER DREAM!!!! (thankfully, his faced remained right-side-in)

I'd always thought I was a little jaded as a human being. I don't think I reacted the way I should have to the Horrible.{{Fanfic}} pages. {{Tear jerker}}s just left me depressed at best. I've slept through at least three {{grindcore}} albums while on the bus. Not even {{Shock Site}}s had much of an effect anymore. (I'm not bragging. It's not something to be proud of.) But I learned, three tracks into an album by a favorite band, as the sound of a kid playing in the bathtub subtly shifted into what sounded like a taped murder, that I could still feel fear. Gut-wrenching, heart-shattering, soul-collapsing '''''fear.'''''

This troper has psychotic depression. And on midnight for New Year's Eve, for no apparent reason, as she was falling asleep, had a hallucination. It was a pair of eyes staring her down, and she saw it every time she blinked. The only way it went away was turning the light on. Later, she saw a picture of Kanye West, and his eyes looked exactly the same as her hallucination. Either this troper is psychic, or it was a very eerie coincidence. Another hallucination: This troper couldn't sleep until around four in the morning, and soon she started seeing creepy patterns and pictures later that night. It went away pretty soon, though.

This new troper has a rather frightening tale to tell-- though it isn't something witnessed by the troper herself, actually it's a story told by her parents. So there was a big ol' spider crawling across the floor one day, minding its spidery buisness and unnerving my dad with its spidery-ness. So my dad squished the spider with his shoe. Cue ''THOUSANDS OF BABY SPIDERS POURING FORTH FROM THE NOW DEAD SPIDER AND CRAWLING IN EVERY DIRECTION''. This troper does not squish spiders for fear of a swarm of baby spider exploding from their mother and crawling all over her.

This tropette was once hanging out at a Boys and Girls Club in hick town late at night, eating pizza and discussing video games. Any other Friday, in other words. Then an acquaintance comes in, shaking and sobbing, with her arms folded tightly around her. The teens assume she hurt her arm, but then the adults start whispering amongst themselves. Before we know it, the ReasonableAuthorityFigure is talking to the cops. It turned out she was almost ''raped'' by a gang member outside. Disasters and Catastrophes

The actual experience of the 9/11 attacks - This troper watched a documentary in Civics class about a bunch of fire fighters that worked on the rescue efforts. People were jumping out of windows of the tower because that was the better option. It seems horrible just being told that fact; then you could see the falling shadows in the lobby windows and hear the thumps as the narrator went on about it. This troper gets chills and tears up just thinking about it, and was ''really'' tearing up and dry heaving while watching...

This Troper was barely old enough to remember seeing it but I woke up one morning and there was a newscaster talking about the first bombing and then while he was talking, the second bombing happened right behind him. I didn�t watch anymore after that and I�ve only re-watched that video once since then despite it playing on every channel throughout the day (and probably for days after), hope to never have to again.

The 9/11 bombings were bad enough but try being there. This Troper's family had gone up to Washington D.C. for a commerce meeting my dad had and so we could sight see all the monuments and museums. I was only around four or five at the time so I can't remember everything but I do recall that one day my mom took my brother and me to this museum while my dad went to another meeting. As soon as we got there and went in some man told us we had to leave, presumably the manager. When we left I kept wondering why we couldn't see the museum and why my mom seemed so scared, almost hysterical. My dad came back and we checked out of the hotel as quickly as possible. As we were driving away from D.C. I could see the huge cloud of smoke rising and growing. I didn't realize until several years later that I had just witnessed the bombing of the Pentagon.

This troper's father was supposed to be at the World trade center on 9/12, 2001. When I was little I didn't think too much of it, but looking back on it now, It scares me to think What could have been..

This Torper was 6 when 9/11 occurred. Being homeschooled, I woke up early and found myself watching the second tower go down. I can my sister saying "Mommy, does live mean its happening right now?". At the time my father was a employee for Lockheed Martin and was on a business trip. ''He left for his plane on 9/10, and me, and my mother, thought we had just witnessed my father die right in front of us''.

This troper was at school when the 9/11 attacks happened (it was on the news on every TV in the school) when all of a sudden THE POWER WENT OUT. Nothing says "End of Days" like a sudden power outage during a mass terrorist attack (this troper, by the way, live in Washington State, far, far away from the attacks, and the power outage turned out to be completely unrelated.)

And as this troper lives in the second-largest city in the US, on dark, quiet nights like this I have the fear of it happening again in my lifetime, once the memory has faded for many and we lower our guard just enough...

This Troper remembers the 9/11 attacks vividly. Indeed, I'll never forget them. September 11th is my birthday.

This Troper remembers that day too. I live in North Carolina, but at the time, my dad was traveling. The day before the accident, he had gotten stuck in New Jersey due to a delayed flight. At the time of the accident, even as I watched the second tower collapsing on the news, even as my mom tearfully told me that people were jumping to their deaths - all I could think about was my dad. I was terrified that a building across the river would blow up with him inside of it. Nearly 10 years later, my blood still runs cold when I think about it.

This Troper worked in a major emergency department in Boston during undergrad, and vividly remembers being "activated" the morning of 9/11 (i.e. hospital calls all staff to report for work immediately), as the authorities mobilized pretty much every trauma center on the Eastern Seaboard to deal with the thousands of casualties that were predicted in the immediate hours after the planes hit. Thirty minutes after I got to the ED, the unit supervisor sent us all home. "Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been stood down by Incident Command. We will not be receiving any World Trade Center survivors... there aren't any for us to receive."

Many people had the misfortune of actually ''living in New York'' when 9/11 happened. I was only a 6-year-old in first grade. And the worst part about the whole thing was that ''nobody would tell us what was going on.'' They just said "something terrible's happened in Manhatten" and refused to elaborate. Clearly, they didn't realize what happens when kids aren't told things: they come up with theories themselves. And we spent hours sitting in the lunch room, suggesting various horrible things, until our parents picked us up. And the worst part is, our guesses didn't even come close to the magnitude of the real event: The most severe theory we managed was that somebody opened fire downtown and killed "a hundred people".

This British Troper was at school on the day of the 7/7 Underground Bombings. I was in maths class and someone ran in to take someone in the class out of the room. The teacher demanded an explaination, and the person tried to explain very quietly that there had been a terrorist attack in London. It wasn't quiet enough. Everyone started panicking and screaming and this Troper could only sit in her seat, terrified. Ever since then, when someone comes into a class late or has to leave early (I'm in college now, it happens often) she panics.

This British Troper was in London on the day of the attack. In fact I was on the bus before one of the ones that got bombed. Which I caught after sprinting towards it as it pulled away and the driver kindly stopping and letting me on. If I had not got that bus I would of had to get on the next bus of the same number - one of the ones bombed. The fact I was one shoelace being undone or one pushy leaflit guy away from that... gives me nightmares.

This American troper was on Haymarket Street the day those two car bombs were planted in 2007. Realizing I had probably been right next to one of the damn things was HONF for a couple hours... until that evening's Radio 4 show, which made some of the funniest terrorist-related jokes I've ever heard. After the general public's reaction, I wasn't spooked anymore - I was just really, really proud to be part of a society that could laugh it off. The next day, hearing that a Scottish man had broken his foot kicking a terrorist in the nuts in Glasgow made it even funnier. I plan on going back.

This Trooper read a magazine about secret societies. It eventually went into dangerous cults. It peaked my interest, and I looked up the cult online. They have actual tapes from the mass suicide in Jonestown. Just looking at the pictures of those bodies, realizing that they're all suicides...

This Troper lives in the Caribbean. This Troper has also lived through a hurricane, innumerable amounts of tropical storms, and two earthquakes. She is pretty comfortable with natural disasters.

I am afraid of bees, dolls, things with holes in them (to clarify: I'm fine around Swiss cheese, but I frickin' claw at the walls when I see something with melon-baller like chunks dug out of it, like the Lotus Breast), and a nagging fear that my life so far is just a dream, and all the things I love never existed.

If this makes you feel better ... that Lotus Breast picture? It's a FAKE.

.... Mal? Is that you?

So I guess you wouldn't be the first in line for a live-action adaptation of {{Bleach}}...

This troper, a resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, has been somewhat earthquake-paranoid ever since a 5.6 earthquake that struck last year. It initially sounded like a passing truck, then turned into ground rumble that lasted a good 15-30 seconds--his mother in particular was freaked out when it hit. Then the next day, an aftershock hit while he was on the ''second floor'' of a five-story building. Now, whenever this troper feels wobbling...

I remember some quakes happening a few years back in San Francisco, notable to me because I was sitting surrounded by three shaking glass windows and it didn�t occur to me why they might be shaking until it was half done. Despite being completely indifferent at the time, I�m actually afraid in hindsight because they are quite old windows. Then again, instead of at least walking away from the windows, I was already on Google Maps seeing if it actually was an Earthquake.

This female troper lives on the most earthquake-prone country in the world: Chile. This summer, on february 27, my country became something like a Crapsack Country. The earthquake was around 8.8, and it was the most terrifying thing that has happened in my life. I remember being awake at that hour (3:14 am), chatting with some friends, when it started trembling a little. I dismissed it as nothing, since we're used to that things, but it was lasting a bit too much, and the electricity went out. I stood up, tried to run to the door but fell, and my VHS player fell on the back of my head. The injury started bleeding, but I stood up anyway and got out of my room, found my mom on the hall, and took her hand, asking her if it was going to be okay. She stayed silent, looking me as if saying that we would die. That, plus the sound of the earth opening and the screams of the people, plus the floor and walls waving like flags, plus the mental image of myself dying under a wall scared the crap out of me. I had so many things to say... but I felt that there was no chance, no air, no way to say them. Since mom was not saying that it would be okay, I wanted to say it myself, but found myself unable to. I will remember that night forever, as the most horrible night in my life.

Without accounting the fact of the looting in Concepci�n and other places, because the goverment took too many time for release the military; the people who died because they weren't aware of the Tsunami, because the pertinent autorities reacted way too late; and the {{Jericho}}-like Scenario this Family Troppette got to endure the whole Weekend, because we had the Electricity Shut Down, and, when the light came back, the TV, the local Telephone and the Internet Shutdown. I went to know what REALLY happened about 42 hours after the Earthquake and knew about the looting, the people which die for the tsunami and the actual Grade in Richter 2 DAYS after the Earthquake. And THAT was pretty fine compared to the people who got to arms, sleeping with Shotguns and knifes for protect their houses of the rampant looting for the lack of Electricity and security systems before the military were actually deployed and arrived to the Dissaster Zone. Yep, we went to one of the more developed countries in Latin America to Crapsack Country all the way and we're come back slowly.

This Canadan and Edmonton-born-and-raised Troper wasn't born when the 1987 Black Friday Twisters took place, but his family has several photos of the twister which he saw. They freak the shit out of me, and I'm a 19 year old who loves Tornadoes. Furthermore my family's stories about their experiences are nightmare fuel- my mom was in the car with my sister who was still a baby at the time, and the water from flooding was up to the wheel at that point. When they arrived in the house, there was broken glass and water everywhere.

This Troper has been completely terrified of volcanoes ever since she first learned of their existence, especially living on the same continent as Yellowstone, which when it erupts (and it's overdue) will quite possibly wipe out all life on the continental United States. However, she's sort of outgrown that fear, and now regards volcanoes with a sort of terrified awe and fascination, and is starting to become a bit of a geology buff. Still though... The fact that thousands of tourists visit the largest and most potentially deadly volcano on the planet every year, having no knowledge of that, ''while its overdue for an eruption, which means the next one will likely be Big'', and it will not show any significant signs until it's too late...

This Troper Lives in Minnesota, and to the West, My death

And after watching the episode ''Inferno'' on {{Stargate Atlantis}} I recently learned Yellowstone is a Super volcano #QUOTE# Wier: And what would a super volcano be? #QUOTE# Dr. Mckay: Yellowstone National park

And this troper lives in the heart of Yellowstone. Imagine how this troper feels...at least it'll be quick, and I have no regrets.

And this troper lives in Washington State, where Mt. Rainier is long due for a major eruption. For added fun, this year she's taking a class on natural disasters, and we get to study Rainier and do a project on the risk of an eruption. Fun times.

When this troper was in first grade, he learned of the Lake Nyos Disaster. The thought of an invisible wave of death silently slipping into a town, and killing everyone still gives this troper chills. The fact that he was living relatively close to Lake Nyos at the time didn't help matters.

This troper is in 11th grade, and learned about it last month. You don't have to be close to the place for it to freak you out, trust me.

That story Will make This Troper Wishing He was living with His Uncle Who Has a CO2 Moniter Installed

This troper was asleep in bed when the 11M bombings in Madrid happened. Her house is ~15 km away from the train station where the bombs went off. She woke up because she heard a BANG in her window, as if someone had hit it with a wooden mallet. She was ''eight'' at the time. And she didn't find out what had happened until a couple of hours later, while watching cartoons on TV -- a news announcement interrupted to inform about what had occurred.

This troper was quitely preparing an exam in the night of May 16th 2003 when he heard what he though was thunder. Surprised, as the sky was relatively clear that day and there hadn't been any flashed, he opened the windows of his room and gazed into the cloudy but apparently dry sky. "Well, a little rain would be welcome this year", and didn't think much more of it. A while later, thunder sounded again. And once again. And yet there was no rain. Puzzled, This Troper went to sleep. The next morning, it turned out those were actually the first terrorist attack in Morocco since independece... What frightens me is that I wasn't scared at all, just pissed at the idiots who performed them. CouldHaveBeenMessy, too.

This troper once watched a video on Youtube of the 9/11 attacks. The image was of one of the towers burning, the audio was a phone call between a trapped worker and the dispatcher. The call and the video took place at the same time. The worker was begging the dispatcher to send help, the dispatcher sounded, swear to God, ''bored'', and the video ended when the tower collapsed and the worker screamed, "Oh God!". I'm a grown woman and I still have nightmares about that video.

This troper agrees. Sometimes, things are too damn horrible for professionalism. Though I could understand the dispatcher's actions, that sure didn't stop me from developing an irrational hatred of her. The thing that got me was how abruptly the video ended. I was left sitting there wondering what I'd just watched.

Hell, yeah, that's an irrational hatred. She was doing her job. She ''can't'' sound scared. If she started panicking, it would only make the man's situation even worse. (Oh, God, the ''dispatcher's'' freaking out, I really am fucked!) It's commendable that she could keep a cool head. And for all you know, she might have sounded "bored" because the entire situation had made her so horrified she couldn't emote.

This fart troper has spent most of his life in Florida, and grew up with the space program. The ''Challenger'' disaster hit me hard; not just because of the horror of it all, but also the manner in which I first learned of it. I had worked very late the previous night, and figured that the hard freeze overnight would lead to them canceling the launch. (Indeed, I recalled a shuttle launch the previous year that had been scrubbed for that reason.) I slept in, waking up probably just as the shuttle was blown to bits. I blearily stumbled to the TV, switching it on just as a local station was first breaking into programming, probably no more than a minute after the event. (While CNN carried the launch live, the broadcast networks did not, and those networks had not yet carried the first bulletins.) I was greeted by the face of the local CBS affiliate's noontime anchor, looking utterly shell-shocked and moist-eyed, as if in a trance, simply saying, "The space shuttle has exploded...we take you now live to the Kennedy Space Center." Cut to the CNN feed of those horrifying smoke patterns in the sky, and the solid rocket boosters careening out of control. Half-asleep, I stared at the screen, almost catatonic, with my stomach feeling like it was being eaten from the inside out. Between my sleep inertia, and my belief that the launch would have been scrubbed, I honestly spent quite a few minutes trying to work out whether this was reality or some incredibly bad nightmare. (Later that day, my sorrow would turn to anger -- why did the bastards launch on the morning of a hard freeze ''knowing damn well that freezing temperatures affected the O-rings in the boosters.'') Nope, not a good day.

Oh my God, I remember very well when I found out about the Challenger explosion! I may not be as old as you but I am older than the above people and I remember being in kindergarten class, after we'd excitedly read about the Challenger's "teacher in space" program and about Christa McAuliffe (our Weekly Readers had stories about it and everything) and when the principal walked into class to whisper something to our teacher, we thought nothing of it. But when the principal left and our teacher gave us that announcement... I think a few of my classmates sobbed, and I sat there shocked and dismayed. I believe it was one of the first major news events I waS ever aware of.

This troper has had many nightmares about the inevitable "Big One" hitting the west coast. Sometimes including tsunamis. Sometimes catapulting awake with a shaking sensation as if there really is an earthquake.

TheEndOfTheWorldAsWeKnowIt is near. Resources (especially oil) are running down, the world economy is crumbling and so is our infrastructure, politicians are corrupt, the climate is getting unstable, etc. This time, the pessimists are probably right. Prepare for a New Dark Age.

In 1994, this troper and her brother as kids were on vacation in a big city. One day we went on a tour with other tourists. He, being a budding salaryman even then, points at a big building and asks his big sis if she would ever like to work there (as he clearly would have). By that time she knew she wanted nothing to do with such cubicle farms, and thus felt the need to tell him in such manner so that he would not continue to press the issue. Her response was, "No, I'd be too afraid of a plane crashing in to it". Before school one Tuesday morning in September 2001, and teens at the time, her same brother told her to turn on the TV on any news channel, and precisely that happened. To this day, she hopes that her comment was not inspirational, and she has a bit of a strong reaction to any similar statement.

This troper was very young on the day of 9/11. She was in preschool, actually. And she happened to go to the Twin Towers very often. Did she mention that there was a preschool in there? She happened to live barely more than 5 minutes away. The only reason the nightmare fuel wasn't as terrible as it could have been is because her father was being lazy and was making her late to get there. The substitution was having to run away from her home with her father as the Twin Towers fell, while her mother was still at work and there was no way to contact her as her father's cell phone just ''happened'' to have not been charged.

when this troper was about 13, her mother and brother went out of state for a week. three days before they were to come home, her father had to leave for Italy- her grandma could come get her a day after he left. troper was thrilled- she would have the house to herself! so dad wakes her up at 4 am, says good bye and leaves. by 415, she's still awake, just in bed... and then her at runs across the room. 30 seconds later, the whole house starts to shake and she can hear glass breaking and she's screaming but before she can roll out of bed and under it, the ceiling panel above the foot of her bed, the one dad had to replace a week earlier- comes crashing down, smashing into her photo of the Oakland Mormon temple on one side and a stack of books on the window sill, and she's only half awake and she can see the night light flicker out and she's screaming for her mommy.. and the shakeing's stopped and everything's just quiet. and she remembers that the night before, she decided to put the pillows at the other side of the bed and face the other way.( she found out it was a smallish quake, but it epicentered only a mile or so from her house. grandma came and got her first thing in the morning.) Internet

I really need to stop looking at this page right before I go to bed. (Why do I do it? SchmuckBait, I guess.) Thank God, I've not had any actual nightmares, but it's ... a weird effect. It's almost like the fear sets in once I ''close'' the page. I'm not sure which is more telling -- what doesn't scare me (most of the animals, except for that enormous stingray and crab, though they'd probably all scare me if I saw them in real life) or what does (the tales of people surviving gruesome injuries, bless their hearts).

TheInternetIsForPorn, eh? Well, a few years ago, this troper was a YaoiFangirl. A rather horny YaoiFangirl. After half an archive worth of lemon-y fanfiction, I thought I was ready for one of those NC-17 doujinshis. Long story short, there is a reason why it's NC-''17'' and why it is kept out of the hands of ''eleven-year-olds. God. Damn. You. Internet.''

Oof, this troper, who went through that phase when she was 14, winced in recognition. You have my sympathy.

To be fair, when I was 13-15, I went through that same phase, and I can sympathize. I had read a bunch of NC-17-rated but light-hearted slash fics, and couldn't get enough of my favorite pairing. So I decided to read every explicit fic of that pairing on the site, and innocently clicked another one, having no idea what "non-con" meant. I spent the next several hours pacing around the room with a completely blank expression on my face. Looking back, the story was actually kind of tame compared to what I've read since then, but this was at a time when I was naive enough to assume that all slash fics would be loving and consensual....

This troper feels your pain.

Most ''people'' go through some variation of that phase when they're 14. What the hell did you read, MaiChansDailyLife?

Speaking of Doujinshi, this troper once read a {{hentai}} doujinshi of Aeris being raped by men... ''And she liked it.'' She was my favorite FF character and I'll never see her the same way ever again.

It doesn't have to be anime or Japanese based either. This Troper was looking up Harry Potter fanfiction a few years back when in her early teens. I came upon a NC17 one but as I was fairly mature, thought nothing on there could surprise me. Some of the stuff was absolutely filth ridden. As well as being just pure gorn. Alongside this, the explicitness of the sex scenes (most which were NonConsentual) I found myself wanting some BrainBleach, though of course none was handy. I was always a disturbed child so this didn't surprise me as much as it would most 11 year olds, which in itself should be more HighOctaneNightmareFuel which it was for my friends, in many cases.

When this troper was eleven, she was reading fanfic and ran across a charming little {{Gorn}}-riddled piece, upon which the only warning was the horrific {{Understatement}} "May contain some mature content." Keep in mind it was a fanfic for a book series aimed at eight-to-twelve-year-olds, and it contained gruesome scenes of rape, torture, and various physically/biologically implausible deaths and near-deaths. It was several chapters long, and I finished it just before going to bed. I didn't sleep for two days. Also, I found out later that the writer of this lovely piece claimed to have been twelve when he wrote it, so ... yikes.

Look on YouTube for video people have taken of the US analog TV switchoff. It's just creepy, as most of them went from everything as normal, to static. As if all of civilization had just suddenly collapsed. Goodbye. *tssssssssssssssssssssssh*

This troper had to close the window right after viewing the first few seconds of static because it gave her a horrible case of the chills. Not because the idea of civilization was collapsing but because the sound of static is like the sound of nothing, as in the sound that something which doesn't exist makes. I couldn't fend off the imagery of people the world over staring helplessly at their screens while the local stations aired pre-recorded nonsense before the end of times that they all knew was coming happened. The 'goodbye' being the final farewell ever said just before the great beast lurking behind everyone's senses just up and devoured all life in the blink of an eye, dragging them all into nothingness with it. No screams, no tears, just the sound of nothing.

I don't get it. Why am I scared by static? is it the concept of Nihilism or the feeling of emptiness? It's not doomsday, for goodness' sake! it's goodbye to bloody static TV.

Actually, isn't static the sound of your reciever picking up atmospheric electricity and everything making a signal on that frequency that isn't strong enough to generate a coherent image? So in reality, static is the sound of ''everything.''

Thank you, you've just made it even WORSE. Now I'll think of it as the sound of everything becoming one in a great big huddled mass of non-corporeal-ness. I will likely be too creeped out to sleep tonight...

Sorry to add to the Natter on this one, but that video...made me leap about a foot off my chair, knocking over a lamp, because I was so concentrated on the sound...maybe it was the switch, the sudden noise, or just the SILENCE before...but that really does creep me out.

Hackers. On forums they get hacked yaddadda. Well, I happened to be on a site when hackers struck. They filled the sight up with porn. Well, one of the pictures was of a naked guy in a bathtub opening up his asshole and about 2 gallons of pus coming out.

Oh yes I have heard of one similar. But the one I came across had a girl in a bathtub, opening her anus inhumanely wide and shooting out very runny, very 'curry coloured' diarrhea. Squick. Squick. Squick. Not scary, but NauseaFuel.

This Troper was relatively new to the Internet. She had collected URLs over the years related to video games, so when she first started looking for entertainment, she perused audioatrocities.com, an archive of bad voice acting, and Encyclopedia Obscura (both dead sites, apparently). From the former, she was introduced to voice acting from another planet, particularly from SilentHill. The one that stood out was Lisa describing wounds in [[BodyHorror graphic detail. Bad acting? Maybe. Enough to keep you up at night? Definitely. Mind, this troper is a veteran of SilentHill, but hadn't played the first game in years and did not remember the offending dialog.

Then, there was the Encyclopedia. She looked up NES games that were poorly censored or impossible to censor, like MonsterParty, BionicCommando (and its Hitler, and SweetHome. Then, there was the game based on the anime Bastard!!, and the gif of the gay vampire character's [[spoiler:felatio]] attack. Actually, it was less that than the thumbnail image for the article, which featured the vampire's ugly face. There was also the weird NES game based on the Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves movie. Creative license gone too far. That game is bizzare. All causes for a slightly sleep-deprived night.

Snopes.com has a page for pictures circulating on the Internet, and there's one that is under a "Gruesome" category. Check it out if you dare.

For some reason this troper found the fake picture of breast rash to be the most disturbing thing he has ever seen.

Funnily enough, this just makes this Troper want to itch uncontrollably. Perhaps Invatigo (however you spell it)

Oh man - this troper saw the exact same picture on Snopes one night in mid-2007, while he was doing work experience at a bank in London. Not only could he not sleep very well but throughout work the next day he couldn't get the image out of his mind... it was very unsettling, even though he knew it was faked. The (also faked, thankfully) image of a person's fingertips with holes in them due to excessive typing also served as nightmare fuel for this troper, as he types a lot and sometimes experiences itching and rashes on his fingertips...

This troper's friend told me he masturbates to the new godzilla movie. Because he's a she. And she steps on things. Plus shes a lizard. Out of all the things to ruin my childhood on the internet, it was him and this

This troper was slightly freaked out by the picture when she first saw it, but then she realized the the things in the holes were not rocks, but MAGGOTS. She will not get much sleep tonight...

Although it can be quite a relief to see photos debunked, especially if you previously lost sleep after seeing them on another site and wondering whether or not they were real.

Halo 2 has a viral marketing website, http://www.ilovebees.com/ . The story was finished a while ago, and all that remains is a countdown until the war supposedly starts. It's not the possible war that scares me, it is that I will NEVER see the countdown finish.

What happens when you click the 'honey' link behind the black box made this troper laugh, but it could possibly be considered HighOctaneNightmareFuel for some.

Never, ever, read the Wikipedia list of unusual deaths in one sitting. Particularly frightening is the girl crushed between two walls of a revolving restaurant, the guy who jumped into a hot spring to rescue a friends dog (when they took of his shoe ''his skin'' came off), and the doctor whose head was cut off by the doors of an improperly programmed elevator.

Guilty. This troper has done that. It was pretty interesting rather than scary.

For me it was especially the man who survived 17 days of scaphism, although it was my own fault for taking the schmuck bait and clicking the link to learn what exactly scaphism is.

This Troper has great respect considering. I just feel as a possible Hypochondriac that reading up on all the diseases and conditions out there that there are for just a runny nose and a chesty cough. Don't read up on it if you are partial to panic attacks, please. This tropher is also in two minds whether to look up what scaphism is. Oh well, I'm going to do it. Reaction posted below.

Yeah not something to read about when you're eating, about to sleep or if you exist.

The whole list was pretty unsettling, but what really did it for me was probably the Rotenburg Cannibal on that list. I clicked the link to read more about it, and I regretted reading the whole thing.

I just got back from the "Offended" page at Encyclopedia Dramatica.

Me too. The scariest part wasn't scrolling through it, it was absentmindedly clicking the link at the end to see "reactions" (Warning: DON'T). I dunno if there's an audio component, but it starts pulling every popup/trick download technique I'm aware of. My anti-virus software is running even as I type, and I've already done every other computer sanitization task I know. I don't think anything got through...

This troper wasn't scared--just extremely disgusted. And furious with the obnoxious assholes who run the site.

Thanks to this very website, this troper found out about John Blanche, an artist whose drawings are even more drenched in nightmare fuel than Stephen Gammell's pictures for "The Haunted House" and "The Dream." Which can mean only one thing: "We're all gonna die."

This troper was happily screwing around on Livejournal when she came across a user icon of an odd little creature with just one eye, a pointed ear, a lopsided rictus grin, and the general appearance of a slightly friendlier Gollum. In the comwww.s of that post she discovered that someone had already asked her question: "what's that in your icon?" The answer was "A Hiroshima survivor." The sudden and forceful realization that that was a ''person'', a ''human being'' with a family and a heart and a ''soul'', and ''it didn't even occur to her that the image was human'' at first glance was -- and ''is'' -- enough to ensure that this troper will never, ever sleep again.

See it for yourself here (down in the comments section).

What kind of person puts that as their icon? I doubt it's a sicko, I think it's a show off who needs to feel special about how much s/he thinks of the worse aspects of life.

Evidently the kind of person who chooses the screenname placentapie.

This Troper read through the High Octane Nightmare Fuel/Real Life page (albeit not in its entirety) and wasn't scared, but was creeped out a bit (sometimes a lot) at various places, and very angry with people at others. Then I thought of something that scared me a whole lot: ''everything on this page falls under Rule Thirty-Four. for somebody.''

This troper is known for being notoriously hard to freak out or disturb. This is because he experienced a friend reading quite possibly the most horrific fanfiction ever written out loud to him. If you are ABSOLUTELY SURE of yourself, click the link. But don't say I didn't warn you.

I don't know about you guys, but this troper found that pretty tolerable.

And now I have confirmation that I am a horrible, sick person. Because that fanfic made me laugh. I'm sorry everyone. It's just... at some point... it all became so over-the-top that it was just... very funny to me.

And this quite new troper just found out she was a strange person with a VERY weird fetish.

ThisTroper is reasonably sure that his brother is a sociopath. He still hasn't managed to convince everyone else, though.

Take it from someone who also has an insane brother: run, and never look back. It was the best thing this Troper ever did. No one should have to press their body to the door, trying to keep their brother out, who is threatening to bludgeon them to death with a cooking pot or have dishes heaved at you until the floor is covered with porcelain because they wanted to turn off the light. It never fails to make her blood run cold to realize how normal she used to regard such behavior, as if every family has such a monster living with them.

What this troper fears perhaps more than anything is waking up one day and realizing she has lost her ability to create art. As someone who thrives and functions on creating, the loss of the ability would be absolutely devastating. Conversely, the fear that she might be consumed mentally by her creativity is equally grounds for HighOctaneNightmareFuel.

This troper is also terrified of losing her creativity, but was worried that mentioning it would look petty and shallow on a page about horrors like rape, slavery and child abuse.

Sound more fit in NightmareFuel than here. Then again, it point to another HighOctaneNightmareFuel...there are so many people who no longer have creativity. Same formula use repeatly in media, offer nothing new, yet consumer keep buy it. At same time, some exotic creative works were left in obscure, being too alienate to mass. It's suck that so many of these works become ''classic'' only after their creator dead or went bankrupt.

On a similar note is the thought that something brilliant, like, the best possible anime/film/book in the world, or indeed universe, may have been overlooked to the point that nobody ever picked it up and saw it, but that still exists out there in some form.

This troper has a similar fear. He is afraid of a society without free speech (either forbidden - censorship (spelling?) by either law or MoralGuardians - or just plainly forgotten) or critical thought.

Seeing dead animals in the gutters of the roads is bad enough, but this troper and her mother and brother witnessed a stray puppy that didn't look more than three months old get hit by a car on the highway. The car did not slow down, stop, or even attempt to swerve (and it's not like the puppy just darted out in front of it, it had been there for a couple of minutes and all the other cars had seen it) and hit it at full speed. The puppy went ''cartwheeling through the air'' and landed on the median. To make matters worse, there was a second puppy, who was also in the road (this one didn't get hit) and kept looking at the other one's body and whimpering. (Perhaps the scariest part, to this troper anyway, was that her mother went into hysterics and then ''walked across the highway'' to pick the body up so it didn't get run over again. It's a miracle nobody hit her too.)

A similar thing happened to this Troper. I was walking with my mother at a young age, and we witnessed a puppy being run over on a highway. The worst part was that it wasn't killed after it was hit, it just lay there, half squashed and yelping pitifully. Increase horror by 11 when a second car finished the job by running over it's head with a horrifying pop. I just could stop screaming. Ever since then I've had terrible nightmares about my dogs being killed by cars. You would not believe it, but several years later my favourite little dog escaped from the backyard and ran out on to a busy road. I chased after it, yelling for it to come back. It heard me and ran towards me, wagging it's tail. It ran right out in front of a car and was run over. I was helpless. All I could do was scream for help. Thankfully, the dog survived, minus a leg.

This troper is absolutely mortified of anything with the potential of tying her down or restricting her movements. It stems from, at the age of about six, having to get a couple of teeth pulled. When they were giving me the novocaine shot, the combination of the pain from the needle, an ill-positioned bite guard and my own excessive salivation caused me to start choking. I started violently coughing and trying to sit up to clear my airways. They responded to this by ''holding me down and strapping me to a papoose board.'' This, and being frequently exiled to supply closets in sunday school.

For this troper, VladimirPutin, or at least, his portrait, is frightening. It's those eyes... those cold, steely eyes...

This image is worse. He looks like the kind of psycho who'll skin you alive!

However, it's his steely determination that has so many downtrodden people across the world enamored with him. That and his wonderful taste in facial hair.

Putin does come across as a man who would have you killed if it suited him. While I'm certain Putin has full deniability in the assassination of Alexander Litvinenko, British police do believe the killing was sponsored by the Russian government.

Here, have some NightmareRetardant on the house. Let's Learn Judo with Vladmir Putin. Quiver in fear.Of course, you could consider this NightmareFuel itself for different reasons...

I see your Putin and raise you Michael Chertoff.

That is probably the funniest picture I have ever seen.

This Youtube user's videos document his brother's angry outbursts, over such things like World of Warcraft. It can be pretty scary that there are people who get so serious over video games that they ''threaten the life of the player angering them in full seriousness''. YourMileageMayVary though, as to whether it counts as Nightmare Fuel or Nightmare Retardant. Perhaps it helps that his videos show signs of possibly being fake.

Hell, video three wasn't even about that. It was about him getting a car he didn't like. Seriously, when you get angry at people for giving you a gift you need help.

Strong disagreement here. Those videos look exactly like autistic meltdowns to this troper (whose fiancee is on the autism spectrum). He's not "just that serious over a video game," he can't control himself when he gets past a certain point. Which is Nightmare Fuel in its own way. (Assuming, of course, that we really are seeing meltdowns and not fakes.)

This troper was looking through an Oreimo hentai image gallery when he saw a drawing of the main character getting it through through multiple stab wounds instead of the usual places. HONF maximum, not enough BrainBleach.

Oh dear God... Poor Kirino. I mean, what kind of creepy son of a bitch would draw something like that. Then again, the entire series is hebephile bait, but still.

Don't do a Google image search for the composer Iannis Xenakis if you don't want to see pictures of him with half his face blown off.

What? Xenakis never had his face blown off...

Rasputin. Google that fucker and tell me his eyes aren't trying to rape your soul. Creepy unkillable bastard...

My mother told his story... After the one who wanted to kill him shot him, he approached him, only for him to GET UP LIKE A ZOMBIE and grab him by the neck while saying : "You are a very bad boy!" ... shhudder... what a freakish sonnofabitch...

It is even mentioned in Nazi Zombies Kino Der Toten #QUOTE#'''Nikolia''': What are you, fucking Rasputin? STAY DEAD THIS TIME!

The thought of pouring my heart and soul into something, and having it end up on SoBadItsHorrible is one of the reasons this troper dislikes that page having examples. Of course, considering where it's located...

This is perfectly understandable, it really is. I think we all know what destructive criticism is. If, however, you are not racist, sexist, otherwise tactless, or dangerously negligent with the quality of your work (literally "dangerously" so, in the case of some of the toys listed), you have a number of advantages over 95% of those entries. My best wishes to you!

The late lead singer and guitarist of {{Nirvana}}, Kurt Cobain, once fantasized about a high-school pep rally in which football players, cheerleaders, the more fortunate, etc., were brought in and forced, at gunpoint, to strip naked and beg for forgiveness. One news story made it worse by paraphrasing said begging as humiliation, which leads to some pretty unsettling implications of just ''what'' kind of humiliation Cobain was talking about if you've never seen the original quote. While some might regard this kind of "rally" to be a CrowningMomentOfAwesome due to jocks and cheerleaders being AcceptableTargets, this troper, who dislikes the idea that TrueArtIsAngsty and has friends who ''are'' football players and cheerleaders, finds the idea to be pretty horrifying.

Well, if it comforts you at all, Kurt followed that line up with, "If it ever actually happened, I certainly wouldn't like it one bit. No, it was just a fantasy, but it got me through some dark moments." (Written completely from memory, probably not exactly word-for-word accurate, but you get the idea.) Plus he only imagined the jocks/cheerleaders from ''his'' high school being subject to said humiliation, so your football player and cheerleader friends wouldn't even be included in that statement even if he ''did'' actually want it to happen.

It still wouldn't be justified, of course, whether at his school or at anyone else's.

Being a member of the FurryFandom who happens to have an interest in Transformation aka TF, I can safely say I have experienced a lot of this Nightmare Fuel when you see what turns ''other people'' on. Seriously. I have seen people who transform into a dinosaur... and then stomp on me, others transform into a chimera or something like a penis-tree or a giant penis...or a six-breasted kitsune, TF me by ''taking a shit'' on my character, ask me to eat them, Sergal-smil and then tf me by sticking their tongue up my ass...

A Transformation Story Archive was accessed by this troper once as a kid. (This really is an unhealthy obsession I admit I have...especially since it's nonsexual which scares me) I saw a story that was a new take on the Theseus and the Minotaur story. Within the story, Theseus ''chopped off the minotaur's cock'', then proceeded to screw Ariadne with it...they both passed out from such wild sex only for Ariadne to wake up transformed into a cow and Theseus transformed into a minotaur. WHAT THE FUCK. This troper can safely say ''that'' is what made him immune to even seeing bestiality pictures linked to him as part of a shock prank or for looking at * Chan for more tahn 10 minutes. Uggggh.....

Dear Lord, I can swear I saw that same story as well (and you're not alone in your interest. Don't know whether that's comforting or more nightmare fuel). I must have blacked most of it out though, since I only remember Theseus' change.

This troper has a transformation fetish...aaaaaaaand you've just completely squicked her out. Thanks, by the way.

This troper has read stories by a guy who deliberately turns regular TF into HONF, by way of {{Deconstruction}}. He hasn't even gotten into the real nasty stuff yet.

Have you ever seen what a female Sergal looks like with no pants or underwear on? You don't want to find out. Seriously. you do not.

I fail to see what's frightening about a prehensile clitoral hood. The second I heard that I rushed to witness it myself.

This troper was pranked with Tubgirl once as a child. It was in of all places...his ''elementary school''. Somebody hacked the computers and put Tubgirl on the screen. I think the 6th grade class of 2001 can blame ''that'' for their childhood traumas.

Dare I ask what 'Tubgirl' is?

Come on, help a guy out!

It's a shock image of a girl bent over in a tub (hence the name) with what is assumed to be liquefied feces (I've heard it's actually orange juice) squirting out her anus like a fountain. It's every bit as nasty as it sounds.

Do ''not'' type Unbirth into google without safesearch. Seriously. DO. NOT.

Will SOMEBODY explain what the results are? I've been seeing this warning around the KingdomHearts pages too. What IS it?

Desire for explanation seconded.

Unbirth? It's exactly what it sounds like...

It's vore through the vagina. You're welcome.

Hey... That's... That's one of my fetishes. You're making me feel bad. Couldn't this go in nausea fuel?

No, because to many people it's fucking horrifying, not just gross. Sorry.

You want HighOctaneNightmareFuel? This troper remembers an utterly surreal experience where he befriended a fellow Aspergers boy only to end up with a StepfordSmiler who openly asked me what I think blood tastes like and what it would feel like to kill. I suspect we both have elements of Narcissistic Personality Disorder, but he ended up insane. Me, I qualify myself as a HeroicSociopath.

Iron, copper, and salt, actually. What? It was my blood; I was holding the cut to my mouth.

For some reason, (to this troper) blood tastes EXACTLY like Miss Vickies Original Flavor potato chips. And that's why I don't eat them.

Wouldn't anyone who's lost a baby tooth know what blood tastes like? That itself can be nightmare fuel for a little kid. Probably why the Tooth Fairy was invented. Nothing spells NightmareRetardant like a sparkly fairy who wants to give you money.

You almost make it sound like Aspergers is related to NPD. I'm curious as to whether or not he seemed like he only said that to you because he thought this aforementioned similarity made you "like him" or if he seemed would have said that to "regular people"/neurotypical people just as openly? (I was also diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome, incidentally).

This troper was scarred for life (literally) at a sixth grade camp presentation about bugs when, in the middle of his presentation (which had heretofore only included dead bugs in jars), the man's six or seven pet cockroaches unexpectedly crawled out of his shirt pocket and ''all over him''. Made worse by the fact that he ''didn't notice it'' until after about five minutes.

Dream I had. I was running for public office, got a call from a voter, saying he would call me back in ten minutes. Three minutes later, a call back. It was a voice asking me to describe myself. I did, told name, address, likes, dislikes, that sort of thing. I look at the number on the phone, hang up, and look in the phone book. It was the number for the police station. I look up from the phone book at a ROOM FULL OF CORPSES. Woke up.

A dream of this troper. It involved a demon called Azark who was taking over the world and awakening psychics to serve as his personal army. This troper was a psychic and had a fit in the dream where if I concentrated on anything, it exploded. Yes, including every single one of my friends.

Sounds like you had been watching too much {{Supernatural}}.

This troper is, by now, highly phobic of Tickle Me Elmo. Not just any Tickle Me Elmo, no, those can be tossed in a closet, but her nephew's Tickle Me Elmo. I have always found the concept of talking toys disconcerting (yes, the irony that I have a collection of dolls is not lost on me, but none of them speak), but when we brought this monstrosity home, it decided to go sentient. I am not making this up. My friend Colby had punched it, thrown it across the room, and it started laughing. Then he choked it and it went 'again, again!' And most recently, I went down into my kitchen at night to get a soda for a late-night roleplaying session and saw no reason to turn on the lights. It announced, amongst the darkness, "I love you." The worst part is my mother and step-father do not believe me when I tell them that we need to replace the Tickle Me Elmo with a less evil variety.

You are misusing the word sentient. You are looking for the word 'sapient'.

Ah, High Octane Nightmare Fuel? Okay: This Troper lives on a little island 'bout a hundred miles southeast of Puerto Rico. There is a lot crime, a lot of weed, and a lot of illegal guns. Put them together, you get the SECOND HIGHEST MURDER RATE in the United States. I know people who have been woken up by shootings. There is nothing more terrifying than walking down the street and hearing gunfire suddenly explode behind you. -shivers- Luckily no one I know's been killed yet- OH WAIT, one of my family's vague friends was killed in a restaurant. I am moving as soon as I graduate.

I'll see your island and raise you Mexico. No person should ever be afraid of phone calls, or have legitimate fears of being kidnapped and beheaded during a cursory trip to the grocery store.

As far as Yanderes go, this troper had no unpleasant dreams involving Kotonoha Katsura or Kaede Fuyou (and in fact actually had a pleasant dream about the latter)...and then along came Yuno Gasai. Yuno is perhaps the ''only'' Yandere to actually give this troper ''nightmares.'' In the dream, Yuki and Yuno were planning to kill the remaining diary holders by leading them into this house with motion-detector bombs and blowing them up, which was going fine...until Yuno randomly decided to chop up Yuki's parents (including snatching out his father's eye) and hid their body parts underneath various pillows of the couches. When Yuki came into the house and discovered said bodies, first he had a My God What Have I Done moment before snapping at Yuno, asking her what the hell she just did. Yuno's response? "I did it all to protect Yuki." The scary part? ''This is the exact same behaviour she displays in the manga.''

In this troper's collaboration fic, there are demons called the Sons of Kronos. They need to feed by sucking out the moisture of living things. Let that sink in. And one of them, Qerando, has to be a sick fuck about it. His normal, human form that he possessed was quite handsome, but when he gets his demonic body back, it resembles a crocodile. The first thing he does upon freedom? He [[MoralEventHorizon uses his power, Rending Nightmare, to literally mind rape a protagonist's brother into the mental state of a baby, and then says to her, eat dirt and grovel at my feet if you want me to kill him.]] Later on, we get the BigBad himself, Xetaub, who has such a revolting lack of morality that would allow him to find Celebrian "good family fun." He later impales 10000 babies and leaves them outside the base of the heroes, not even bothering to destroy the heroes because, "watching them despair is just too much fun." And again, when he says he sentenced the hero's girlfriend to "Raven Child duty" and "all that job entails." In particular, it involves peeling off pieces of a human's flesh and tossing it to the creatures, which will snap and cry out for blood. And the girl was the only human there...

In an attempt to show the class that war is bad, This troper's highschool teacher made us watch some graphic war films, and a film about Manchester, where it's hit with a nuclear bomb, and everybody dies in the worst way possible. I am still paranoid because of this.

That would be {{Threads}}. BTW: It's Sheffield.

Genetic lymphedema tarda. This troper has it. Picture a birth defect (a faulty chromosome) that doesn't start kicking in until you're in your mid teens (when the adult lymphatic system, which cleanses your body of waste proteins, starts developing) and doesn't cripple you until you're in your twenties. Your arms, legs, groin, etc. (depending on which part of your lymphatic system is malfunctioning) swell to elephantine proportions, creating bulges that permanently disfigure the limbs. The skin hardens and turns red, then purplish-black. The muscles turn fibrotic. Eventually, if untreated, the disease penetrates down to the bone, and the fluid building up in the body drowns the heart. Oh, and did I mention that there's no cure, and that although there are treatments that can alleviate or reverse some of the symptoms (massage, lymphatic pumps to force the lymphatic fluid to circulate, etc.), quite a few doctors either don't know what the treatments are or don't take the disease seriously?

...ouch. I can only hope you were diagnosed early enough.

Why did I just read that. WHY. Now I'm absolutely terrified. Fucking paranoia. Though this is me being rather selfish now as you actually HAVE it. Uh ... my sympathies? What do you say when you're told this?!

Sleep paralysis ''is'' really frightening. I have it happen to me for awhile. Just being awake but unable to move or anything is scary enough, but having the hallucinations is even worse. What makes them ten times as frightening is the fact that you think you've woken up and you see some creepy shit (a common one for me is a rotting, floating head). And they are usually very vivid. I usually know that they're still dreams, but I still can't help panicking.

I feel your pain. I try to shake myself awake but I'm trapped in my own delusions. It's really horrible when they're drowning dreams since my breathing stops.

ugh i have this too, but luckily iv never had the hallucinations part, and only get it when i try to sleep during the day

The first time I remember experiencing it, back when I used to move around a lot more in bed than I do these days I had this while both arms and a leg were underneath me and asleep. I thought that I'd never be able to move and they'd have to amputate my limbs because they'd die from lack of circulation

This troper feels your pain. In the summer of 2004, he had countless attacks. However, the worst one was where a purple comet streaked across his room and landed at the foot of his bed. Then it turned into what looked a whole lot like Bogmire from Luigi'sMansion ! Then Bogmire grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and the bed got smaller and smaller, and smaller. This troper was 13 at the time, and had trouble sleeping for months.

I have this problem occasionally, but only once I hallucinated a god-damned Xenomorph on my chest. For what seemed like hours. Fuck, FateWorseThanDeath indeed.

This troper from the ages of about 14 to 18 would have sleep paralysis at least 3 times a month, and the things I would hear and see got more and more firghtening the more it started happening. The one I remember the easiest was when I woke up paralyzed and in a voice not my own I whispered "Your whole family will die because of you." Haven't made good on that yet, but I think about it everyday.

This troper had both paralysis and a hallucination at a very young age, the lamp was flying to me and I could not move at all and I was not able to scream. Yet the only thing the lamp did was tickle her then leave the room. I never looked at lamps the same way again now.

This troper's aunt is bipolar with schizophrenic tendancies, meaning that she not only has the extreme mood swings, but also hears voices. At one point, she had a plan to kill her husband and run away with her daughter. My mother couldn't do anything because she hadn't actually hurt anyone yet, and so had to formulate her own plan to get her own sister to punch her. This, coupled with my father's bipolar disorder, does not prove a very joyful picture for my possible mental faculties in the future...

This troper is now afraid to do things that will slow or cut off the circulation of blood to his fingers, out of fear of causing them to discolor out of being deprived of blood and oxygen. Recently, he took a nap, his hand supporting his pillow and head, and had an odd dream where he woke up and his fingers were not only "asleep," but also ''completely blue''. As in, blue-gel-pen-ink blue. Google 'Reynaud's phenomenon' (syndrome, disease) for some extreme extremity-discolouration.

This troper ''has'' Reynaud's syndrome. Other people wonder why I have a nervous tic of putting my hands on the back of my neck... it's how I keep them from turning purply-gray in the winter.

When this troper was in kindergarten, some of her friends told her horrific stories about what happened to victims of tornadoes. From what she recalls, they sounded more like what happened to the victims of serial killers than the victims of tornadoes, but when you're six ''you don't know things like that''. So she was absolutely terrified of wind all through elementary school and also of looking at a flushing toilet.

I am very afraid of tornados after learning of the event's of Fridley MN (North of My location) I first saw the "Weather Permitting" exibit at the MN history center (At 5 or so), which featured "Get to the basement" I wasn't scared (Much), later viewing it at 14, it was more creepy the thing that creeped Me out the most was the tree falling in front of the window, It looked more like a hand then a tree.

Also, A warning sign in front of the attraction says "Not recommended for young viewers"

This troper will go you one better: it was ''the teacher'' who told such stories to her first grade class, after kids screwed around excessively during tornado drill. The kicker came a year later when a tornado touched down two miles or so from said school. To this day, this troper has a healthy fear of severe weather.

This troper was seven when there was a tornado warning near her house. She was petrified of them for ''years'' (and still, to an extent, is).

If you've ever seen the sickly, unnatural green color the sky turns ahead of a tornado, it stays with you forever. There's really no way to describe it. The two most terrifying words the weather man can utter during the spring and summer are "Tornado Warning".

How about having been caught as a child in the cross winds of two distant Missouri tornadoes. I wasn't getting air-time, but every attempt to step towards my mother and our car left me one step closer to the descending twisters.

This troper vividly remembers the tornado that severely damaged Downtown Fort Worth. It was so bad that several skyline buildings had to be demolished, and parts of Downtown were cordoned off for days due to ''glass falling out of broken skyscraper windows.'' It made this troper better able to sympathize with the 9/11.

The 1999 Okahoma City F5 killed almost 50 people and was estimated to have winds in excess of ''320 miles per hour.''

This troper was a kid in Oklahoma when that happened. I was nowhere near Oklahoma City, thank goodness. But there were about 60+ other tornadoes all touching down that night. The scariest night of my life.

This troper lives in Oklahoma City. The F5 was exactly 320 mph, the upper limit of F5. Even one more mph and they would even have a classification for how badass terrible this thing was. We hid in a local furniture store. It was scary at the time, but having never actually seen a tornado, I'm not particularly scared of them.

This troper's hometown was under tornado warning for two hours once. During that time, my whole family (four people, counting me) had to stay in the downstairs bathroom because we have no basement and every other room is full of windows. Ordinarily, they didn't bother her, but one had touched down in a city ''very'' close to ours just two nights beforehand and done some ''awful'' damage, taking familar sights and making them look like they'd gone through nuclear warfare. On the news, a man whose house had been completely devastated had described the chain of events, and as I sat there in the bathroom, ''everything'' the man said happened ''perfectly in order.'' I began to cry - and my abusive father started shouting at me to shut the *expletive* up or he'd throw me in the pool and lock the door.

This troper has on occasions had to travel through the section of the Circle Line where one of the 7/7 bombings took place. The lights flicker.

The tube itself is nightmare fuel, with lights suddenly going out, the train shaking dramatically, and sudden changes in air pressure. Or being crowded onto the front of the platform, with no chance of being able to get away from there through all the people, and knowing that one push from behind could send you stumbling into the path of a train, or down a 6' drop to get fried on the electric rail.

Just goes to show how subjective this trope is, AlterAlias finds the tube rather reassuring it's been such a constant even with it's odd little quirks that it holds much the same emotional space as a family pet...one that occasionally craps on the carpet and skips your station.

This Troper also finds the tube very comforting, even the smell of the ozone. However i had the misfortune to travel on the circle line late at night shortly after the 7/7 bombings. Standing on the platform I felt something odd, then i realised that I’d been on the platform for nearly a quarter of an hour and not seen a single rat running along the track. odd, I thought, there usually a couple this time of night. Then I started thinking about reasons why there might be none...

You won't find it so comforting if you know about exactly how hygenic it is...

This Troper watched a documentary over the Rape of Nanking. Nightmares. A few days later, she was studying China in World History, and the teacher (who had been the China) was teaching the class some Chinese phrases. One of these set off a trigger in This Troper's head so she remembered a rather sickening part of the documentary and wanted to throw up in class. Nightmares did not cease until a while later.

This troper once watched a documentary video for a film class entitled ''Night and Fog''. This was the first documentary about the Holocaust ever, made in France in 1950, and is more graphic than most modern-day documentaries on the subject. This Troper was already quite horrified, when suddenly the documentary heavily insinuated that the Nazis used the skins of dead Death-Camp Jews to make lamp shades, book covers, etc., at which point this troper literally became sick to his stomach. To this day, this troper refuses to even take the DVD out of the case...

This site is dedicated entirely to the subject of making items from human skin. It pretty much debunks the story of the "Nazi skin lampshade." However, it confirms that a number of libraries worldwide have in their collections ''books bound in human flesh.'' No, this wasn't just made up for horror movies: at a time when leather was too expensive for ordinary use, it was actually ''common practice'' for physcians to bind medical texts with skin from severed limbs and unclaimed patients. This troper doesn't know whether to be horrified, or intrigued.

The case of Junko Furuta kept this troper up all night when she first read of it.

If this troper remembered correctly, there was an incident in Hong Kong, where a deranged man ran into a kindergarten that was operating at the time and started massacring children and teachers. To make things worse, it was at the noon.

Actually...it's in China.And apparently people are mimicing,as the same thing happened not once,but ''five'' times.In different schools,by different men of course.

This troper actually lives in China (I moved there from Boston when I was in 7th grade) and I remember hearing about the murders (although I think it first happened in Guangzhou) and the school I was attending at the time completely going on lockdown. It wasn't so much the scary, too-secure atmosphere, it was the VERY REAL threat that a murderer could come into your school and stab your classmates and teachers that gave me nightmares and made me afraid to be at school during the day. Also coupled with the fact that I had a very poor grasp of chinese then, and I could barely understand what was going on, which only heightened my paranoia.

Ever accidentally gashed your lower thumb open a couple inches deep when you were only 7 years old? Yeah.

I did that when I was about 15. For the first five minutes, it didn't hurt at all, but it wouldn't stop bleeding. And I could open the cut, and see all the little globules of fat just sort of floating in the tissue, and a hint of bone poking through...

This Troper can seriously sympathise: he did something stupid with a knife, and now has a centimetre-and-a-half-long scar. At the base of his left forefinger.

I did too on my grandpas dock ladder now Im afraid of using that damned thing

I sympathize greatly with you- I almost sliced the tip of my left pinky off with a paper cutter. If my finger had been about 1 inch closer to the blade, I'd probably be missing it. Instead, I just have a shallow scar that runs on the joint of my finger.

This Troper, who has always had a fairly strong stomach, felt nauseous when one of her teachers said that she had seen someone with a stoma.... Who was smoking ''through it''. As in, ''put a light cigarette into the hole.'' Even better? You should hope you never have to perform CPR on someone with a stoma, because ''you have to plug up the nose and mouth and use that hole.''

Somewhat related to the cigarettes, this Troper's school had an anti-smoking lecture during Biology one day. The worst part wasn't the jar o' tar. No, it was the jar of two weeks’ worth of phlegm from the same duration of smoker's cough.

For this troper, it's her nightmares. Seriously, her subconscious comes up with some creepy, demented stuff. They happen irregularly, too, so they always show up when she leasts expects it...

For me its my nightmares that seem to slow down time or something, because when I wake up from them, it's still dark, and everyone else is asleep.

I have recurring dreams in which I throw a switch that brutally slaughters thousands upon thousands of people (long drop through a tower that is webbed with razor wire.) The worst part? there are 3 variants: One where I do it on accident, one where I am forced at gunpoint to do it (or sometimes just told to do it), and one where I masterminded the situation and kill the people with glee. I fear the third one the most.

this...just this...

Numerous accidents that happen everyday in and out of the house. This troper still clearly remembers having to watch videos in health class that clearly depicted all sorts of accidents that could happen around the house...and this troper, having a particularly vivid imagination, couldn't watch the videos without thinking that ''every single one'' of those things was going to happen to her.

It was worse when I was a kid, there was a commonly played ad on T.V which started off nice and cheery, seeming to advertising Muesli bars, when suddenly WHAM! The lady trips on a toy and smashes face first into a glass table, and lies there bleeding and sobbing as the text comes up warning about accidents in the home... (To this day I hate glass tables)

Poke around your house, and look at things the way a serial killer might. Ladies and gentlemen, this charming little device is a nutmeg grater. Let your imagination spin.

Oh, sheesh. I imagined that thing as a rape device when I saw that picture.

This troper has been an apiphobic ever since he visited an apple orchard and bit down on an apple with a yellow jacket on it. This wouldn't have been so bad, if not for the fact that he was 6 years old at the time and getting stung inside the mouth. What's worse is that virtually everyone he knows is aware of this phobia, yet dismisses it like its nothing. His mother once asked him to '''knock a wasp nest off''' the side of their pool, a scenario that, if screwed up, would have created a nightmarish scenario the likes of which this troper would rather not think about. The funniest part of all this? His father, who laughs in the face of bees, '''is the one with the venom allergy.''' That's right: this troper's father can be one-shot by one of the smallest creatures on the planet. Bees: One of many of Nature's {{Demonic Spiders}}.

This troper works in a fairly old psychiatric hospital. Most of it has been refurbished and is pretty modern. The top floor, which doesn't house any patients and is nearly always empty, has a few abandoned areas. As part of my daily jobs (I'm a cleaner) I need to go into one of these areas, which used to be a ward. The place could easily be featured in a Silent Hill game- cracked mirrors, rust and peeling paint everywhere, dark rooms stacked with tables and old furniture. The real Nighttmare Fuel comes from a small room inexplicably filled with mannequin-like garden statue moulds- imagine the vague shape of a dog or person, but with screws protruding from it everywhere. It's extremely eerie, mostly because I have no idea what the things are doing there. I was not surprised to hear rumours that the area is haunted.

Best. Job. EVER.

This troper once visited Auschwitz I and II. Pleasant times ensued. Among other things, there is a museum in Auschwitz I that tries to illustrate the scale of the Holocaust by placing victims' hair, victims' shoes, victims' handbags, etc. behind glass walls. The shoes display case is probably 15 meters long, 5 meters wide, and 7 meters tall. And it doesn't even start to scratch the surface.

The worst part of this trip, though, was that this troper found, in the underground chambers where they made prisoners stand until they died, etchings of swastikas that had been engraved into the walls by people visiting Auschwitz after it had been turned into a museum/memorial.

This Jewish troper visited a few weeks ago and saw her name on one of the suitcases on display. Needless to say, she didn't sleep for over a week after.

far worse is when i went inside the gas chamber and saw the dozens of scratches in the wall as the people tried to claw their way out. Incidently, most people on the trip found my calm, emotionless and occasionally cheery demeanour during the trip highly unnerving. That was when people started thinking i was a psycopath..

A friend of ThisTroper wrote a particularly disturbing description of OCD. #QUOTE#''"Okay. Thanks for that, but I don't think you really understand OCD. I understand your situation fine. That's rational, and completely cool. I acknowledge that. But the little demon sitting in the corner of my mind, doesn't. It spites me, making me anxious about things that I know have not one single basis in reality. But it's powerful, and quite often subtle. I will, eventually, begin to believe what it says, even though I know it is preying on nothing but my insecurities which have no basis. My mind is more or less literally ripping itself in two over time. So, I'm going to end up worrying. I'll always be worrying. And while reassurance can help for a while, it will never TRULY cause me to relax."''

This troper has OCD. The above writing is an excellent description of it. This troper can't pick up a sharp object without picturing using it on himself or those around him. He can't use a food processer without picturing sticking parts in. He lives in fear that someday, just once, he ''won't'' resist the little urges to do horrible things. #QUOTE#'''Troper's mother''': "You know it's not real!" #QUOTE#'''Troper''': "Now tell my ''brain'' that!"

I have OCD as well. When I was in the first grade I had this crazy idea that if I ate anything solid, I would choke to death. I didn't eat anything for seven months, until my psychiatrist told me I would be fed through a tube if I didn't eat anything. Now it isn't as bad, but I still have really weird obsessions and compulsions. Like I can't wear a different pajama shirt then usual, or I will die. Or if I go to bed at the wrong time, I will die in my sleep. Even I know it is weird, but just telling me there is nothing wrong doesn't help, and then I feel bad when my parents just tell me to "try harder" and my siblings make fun of me for it.

This troper has this happen to him every time he's around heights. Needless to say, when he went to the Grand Canyon, he stayed well away from the edge. The strange part is, when this troper is in a controlled environment, such as an airplane, he is just fine with heights.

This particular troper can't look out of second-story windows without his heart racing, and found the Grand Canyon to be inspiring. Now, as far as real nightmare fuel... a hundred story building, with an observation deck at the top. I was in the fetal position with my back to the wall, shaking, and extremely touchphobic for the better part of a half-hour while watching people walk around on ''glass floors''.

I also have a mild case of OCD. Every time i am around an elevator or a flight of stairs, i either picture the stairs collapsing from too much weight or the elevator pulley snapping halfway up. I can't even leave my own room during nighttime because i keep thinking that someone is watching me under the dining room table, even if nobody is there. Not to mention whenever i pick up anything that has character art on it, like a CD case or the front of a book, i keep picturing the characters coming alive and talking to me, Roger Rabbit style. Not exactly good for sleep.

I also have OCD. Fortunately it's not an extreme form, "just" things like looking if the fridge is closed or the oven is switched off, counting steps or checking if the door is locked repeatetly. The frightening thing that you know that what you do is not logical or rational, but if you don't give in to your compulsions its even more problematic. And no, its not a thing to laugh about.

This troper has a similar version, but involves locking the front door. I usually have to go back five or six times to check it's locked, before I can get up the street. Then, when I'm at the top of the street, I forget slightly, so I have to go and check again. It's kind of annoying.

This troper, while never officaly diagnosied with OCD, has a similar issue with his front door. The irony being the five or so times I haven't gone and checked, my door has been unlocked.

I have similiar things to OCD. I pick up a knife, and all of a sudden I imagine myself slitting my throat. I pick up scissors and I imagine myself cutting my throat or stabbing my eye out.

Thank you. This troper has something similar. I don't know if it's OCD or just an anxious disorder. I know I'm irrational, I know I'm illogical, but I still can't get rid of it. I'm a perfectly normal person... at least not when the sun's up. My compulsions kick in when things are dark. Yeah, yeah, I'm still afraid of the dark, but it's not like I'm a little kid who's afraid of a shadow she can't explain away. My fear has no personification, it's just... the dark. I know there isn't anything, but also I know I have to turn on one light in my house, walk through the lit area, turn the next light for the hallway, walk back to turn the previous light off, scurry over to the lit hallway, repeat until I'm in my room. I HAVE to do this, or an inexplicable, horrible ''something'' will get me. This routine is at minimum what I have to do to keep from having a panic attack. If I have to go into some unknown dark room and I can't find a light switch fast enough, I get the hell out of there, compose myself, and try again. If I'm lying in the dark of my room for too long I start panicking. There's something out there in the dark, coming to get me: Turn on the light, run to the light, get in the light or you're going to fucking '''die'''. There are countless nights that I just lie in my bed, shaking and crying out of fear in an attempt to somehow 'get over this'.

This troper does the ''same thing''!! I invested in a nightlight after a long period of thinking, at 17, I was far too old for one. (Seriously. It's awesome. Get one!)

That is called nictophobia, which is an irrational, stronger version of everyone's fear to darkness. I can relate to that not because I have nictophobia, but entomophobia up to the point of shrinking into a ball and screaming at the top of my lungs just because a butterfly was flying around me.

Thank heavens there's a name for it. Knowing that gives this troper at least some retardent for her nightmare fuel. This troper is also phobic of the dark. Unlike most people, she wasn't afraid of the dark as a kid, but during her teens, the phobia exploded into being when she started having panic attacks during the night, oftentimes accompanied by nightmares. Consequently, this troper requires some form of light -- such as street lamps shining outside, or a nightlight if stuck in a place where there are no street lamps -- in order to actually sleep.

That's not actually completely irrational, as butterflies can ''lay eggs underneath your skin, which then turn into larvae and wriggle around, trying to escape.'' Sleep well.

This Troper knows ''exactly'' what you mean. it's not quite as bad for her, since it doesn't usually happen to her when she's in her own room trying to sleep (the fact that she has a fishtank with a soothing, fountain-like noise made by the filter helps; she ''can'' get panicky when in bed if there's no background noise) but she's quite familiar with the feeling that if she doesn't get somewhere light ''now'', something is going to ''get'' her. It's plagued her since she was a small child, and still happens regularly. It made The Silence in the Library practically unwatchable...

''the feeling that if she doesn't get somewhere light ''now'' -'' oh god, this troper gets this. Not constantly, but occasionally. and results in mad dashes through the house.

This troper has a radio playing music on whenever my darkened room is occupied by him at night.

This Troper can't sleep in a dark room unless there's someone else in the house or the TV is on. It's just that, if I hear a weird sound, I can just blame in on the other person or on the TV and not think that somehow a serial killer broke into my apartment.

This troper has the dark problem too sometimes, although with me it manifests specifically as horrific images, it's a side effect of an overactive imagination, regardless of justification (or lack thereof) I am often consumed by a profound fear of images I know I'm creating myself, but the knowledge doesn't stop them being scary, and they always manifest in pitch darkness. Unfortunately this also extends to closing my eyes so I can theoretically get them any time. Worse however is silence, having worked all my life around computers I am used to the background hum, the sound to show me that something is still there and that I haven't died yet, subsequently if I am ever forced into enduring silence and I don't have my usual tinnitus to distract me, I find it hard to discern the difference between thoughts and actual voices, so everything I think sounds like it's being spoken by someone I can't see, which is very unsettling. Strangely, I sometimes have the opposite view of darkness and find it comforting, darkness embraces you and has a gentle pressure almost, it hides you and hides everything that could hurt you, and out of sight, out of mind kicks in.

This troper does not have OCD, but he does have something similar and suffers from ''all'' of the above conditions. It's ''horrible.''

This troper says you aren't alone there...

This troper used to suffer from an anxiety disorder, which resulted in panic attacks complete with nigh-irresistible compulsions. At first they were minor like stacking coins and reading lymericks, but eventually I found myself outside talking to the moon, walking from one specific spot on the sidewalk to another, knowing perfectly well that if I got it into my head to step into traffic or to run barefoot until I dropped from exhaustion miles from home, I ''would not be able to stop myself from doing it'', because my brain was '''convinced''' that those options were preferable to whatever would happen if I didn't give into my compulsions. I once recruited a friend as a babysitter during an attack to be sure I didn't do anything dangerous, but when he pointed out that I'd messed up a compulsion, I literally '''could not breathe''' for several seconds.

This Troper might have mild OCD (as noone really acknowledged this), which leads him to check repeatedly if the door of his small apartment is closed when he leaves. Got worse when he got a car, 'cause it's two things to check now. Got even worse (but it's temporary, so it's cool) when his parents left on vacation and left him the keys to their house. While in a driving range from the apartment, he just can't go there any minute to check if everything is OK. But, on the up-side of the story, the constant anxiety of something bad that might happen actually made him stop smoking for fear of a cancer.

This troper's been battling a chronic health condition for most of his life that has involved, at points, constant bouts of severe fatigue, chest cramps that make me feel like I have ''multiple'' chestbursters inside me aching for freedom, sudden weight gains and losses, very few non-faulty muscles, and a non-existent immune system. I'm well on my way to recovery now and feeling better than I have in years, but looking back I assure you, ''nothing'' was as bad as the period my symptoms foraged into the neurological, and I went through everything that first troper described. It was like I had a voice inside my head that sounded exactly like mine, telling me that life was worthless and all humans were bastards, including myself. Sometimes other people could drown out what the voice was saying and I'd feel better, but it would always come back, with one finger always on the switch for my will to live. But then I changed one of my meds, and now it's completely gone. I know it wasn't me. Life kinda always rocks now whenever I remember that I can't hear it anymore, but it doesn't stop me from feeling horrible for my friends with OCD, or being pretty nervous whenever I change a med.

This troper has (relatively) mild OCD (if I touch something with my right hand, for instance, I have to touch it with my left hand as well). Also, this troper has EXTREME (as in, see one, run inside, don't go out for rest of day) fear of Hymenopterans. What are they? Bees, wasps and hornets.

This troper is exactly the same. I ''absolutely'' need to touch something with my right hand and my left hand as well (also, if I see a car out of the corner of my right eye driving along the highway, I have to see one from the corner of my left eye as well). I also fear bees, wasps, and hornets. You're not alone, fellow Obsessive-Compulsive, hymenopteran fearing troper...

This particular troper (Who served in the Australian Defence Force as a combat medic) has this. It started out small, constantly readjusting my pencil; making it perfectly straight, which slowly progressed onto constantly checking the back door to se if it was locked, to the afformentioned imagining about hurting myself and others with anything around me. It got to its absolute worst when I found myself sitting in my cot at the barracks, holding a loaded service pistol with the safety off, wondering whether I should just place it against my temple and just pull the trigger. I almost did several times. The army still hasn't found out, nor has anyone else. I thought I didn't need help until I was practicing first aid, and imagined killing myself with the scalpel. I still can't convince myself to talk to anyone about it in person.

Damn, that is like living through Higurashi. Have you been hit with the HatePlague or been messed with by that one witch in Umineko?

I need to wash my hands compulsively sometimes, as my brain is sometimes convinced that there are all sorts of ungodly germs on my hands that will kill me. I have noticed that it tends to happen when they heat up a little too much, so keeping them cool helps me fight that obsession. I also have those dark thoughts of, "What would it be like if I raped x person?" or, "What would it feel like if I bit off my own tongue?" or even, "What would a knife in my throat feel like?" (Which, by the way, is the very thought going through This Tropers head as I type this). Luckily, I have yet to enact on any of these (although I do come close with the tongue one). Glad to know that it is a symptom of OCD and not me being some sort of sick freak

This troper hasn't actually been diagnosed with OCD, but is pretty sure she has a form of POCD. She went through a phase at age 15 where she couldn't pick up her beloved pet gerbils without imagining herself crushing them, or chopping them up, or throwing them into a wall... The memory of this phase is enough to make her want to cry, and she couldn't pick up her gerbils for AGES because of these stupid thoughts. She just... couldn't. On bad days, she couldn't even ''look'' at her gerbils.

I'm scared of some things, but my my mind is the most terrifying thing of all. It's almost impossible for me to pick up a sharp object without thinking of doing something unspeakable to myself or someone around me, I'm sure I'd never actually do anything, but that doesn't stop me imagining it and being afraid of what I could be capable of. My imagination just goes haywire, which makes it very difficult for me to watch horror movies too. After watching Black Swan, I couldn't walk past a mirror for 2 nights, and was terrified of going into the kitchen in case I heard 'sweet girl' coming from the darkness. I know it was supposed to be scary, but I don't think it was supposed to be that gut-wrenchingly terrifying. My mind rationalises these things and makes them seem real.

This troper (I/me) has also never been officially diagnosed, but I know for a fact that I have it pretty bad. I touch walls whenever I walk around my house. I have an intense fear of the nuber 4, for instance, if I'm reading a book and I've read four chapters, I absolutely have to read another. I simply cannot have or do 4 of anything. The worst of it though is something I don't think a lot of other people have: I feel like people are reading my mind. How bad is it? It extends to fictional character. That's right, ''I FEAR FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ARE READING MY THOUGHTS!''

From childhood through most of high school, this troper also felt like certain fictional characters (and dead people) could read her thoughts. At times when she was saying, doing, or thinking something that she didn't want them to know about, there was a chant that she would recite in her head so that they wouldn't be aware of what was happening--but when she was done with whatever she was blocking them from, that protection would wear off, so to speak. Although she knew that nobody was ''really'' reading her mind, the idea was so ingrained that it took years to get over it.

The fact that it's easy to do all sorts of potentially fatal bodily harm to yourself through ways such as overdosing on sleeping pills, gouging your eyes out with your fingers, slitting your own throat, and injecting air bubbles into your bloodstream.

We've mentioned OCD before, right? Seeing things like this when you get too near an opportunity is what "injury avoidance" is all about.

Wait, that's OCD? This Troper keeps her nails extremely short for the fear of putting her own eyes out, and lives in fear of swallowing her own tongue. Also can't pick up knives when she's feeling "vulnerable" for fear of cutting herself.

Yes, lass, that is OCD. In fact, it's probably the most troublesome form of OCD to diagnose; purely Obsessive OCD. Because the compulsions aren't there as symptoms, it's hard to spot. Thousands of people may live with a mental illness that they'll never know they have.

Oh, why did you have to tell us all that? (On a quasi-related note, this troper, who is not the original poster, alas. And my wrists. I am more nervous and protective about where my blood is than is probably healthy. Now, couple that with panic attacks and you have my childhood. I still have a hard time in contact with ''paper'' in case I get a papercut somewhere really unfortunate and bleed out. And I had, in the past, a hard time with eraser shavings because I was convinced I'd inhale one, my lungs would fill with liquid and I'd die.)

I have that problem with my wrists too! I can't write on a desk without my wrist seizing up at some point or moving to a less "vulnerable" position for fear of a papercut there. Just... ''ugh''.

I can't sleep with my back facing the door. I simply cannot do it. I feel like someone will walk into my room and kill me if I do.

This Troper managed to give a friend a nice dose of High Octane Nightmare Fuel when talking about his life's goal. This Troper has synaesthesia, and a mild case of both visual noise and tinnitus, not to mention Restless Leg Syndrome, so it's nigh impossible for him to relax, because he's always got the sensory equivalent of television snow flooding his perception. As such, a sensory deprivation chamber seemed like it would be a really nice thing to try. This troper mentioned this to his friend, and wondered aloud what might happen if he managed to totally stop thinking during the deprivation as well, suggesting that he might be able to give himself Laser Guided Amnesia. The friend sort of. . . BSOD'd.

Did the friend explain why? That sounds like a perfectly reasonable goal to me.

This troper has a guess. One of her biggest fears is losing herself. The idea that someone else would ''want'' that is...decidedly unsettling. It could be especially bad if you were a close friend. Everyone is defined, at least a little, by the people around him/her. And the idea of completely going away--I'm gonna stop now. Anyway, sounds reasonable for you, just out of context is a little creepy.

This Troper has one reason to worry when he has a fever: fever hallucinations. Normally things that aren't scary suddenly become scary. Although this Troper isn't even sure if these were just bad dreams that just happened to take place in his bedroom, or he was really awake and experiencing horrible delusions.

This troper can sympathize. As a child she would regularly get intense fevers from the least dangerous sources, and they were always accompanied by halucinations and awful nightmares. She would get up and wander around the house, trying to escape voices and creepy sights that wouldn't leave her alone. The worst part was she had no idea what was going on at the time, and ''no one'' believed her when she told them about it.

Go to the Wikipedia entry on the Lamprey. Scroll down to the close up picture of the Lamprey mouth. Click to enlarge. The reason I'm giving instructions instead of posting a link is because I don't want to see it ever again.

Same with Lotus seed pods. ''4Chan'' had the nerve to photoshop the pods on people's bodies. They also photoshopped lamprey mouths on the tips of people's fingers. This Troper at first thought something was horribly wrong with those fingers...

''oh god oh god oh god that image'' at the end of the day my fingers hurt because I spent the entire day rubbing and scraping at my fingertips just to make sure they were still whole...

I actually don't think lamprey mouths or lotus seed pods are scary. Now those photoshopped pics, on the other hand...

Try looking at this. '''TWO WARNINGS FIRST'''. The first warning is that it is full of {{Eye Scream}} and {{Squick}}, the second is that it is fake, very fake, but very realistic. Prepare to cry, ladies and gentlemen.

Why on Earth would you even link us to something like that? Why? '''''WHY?!?!'''''

This troper saw the pic and laughed. I have no soul.

This Troper doesn't think it looks all that realistic. Irises always have a curve to them that the lamprey mouth does not. But ignoring the technical stuff, that would make for the most badass contact lens EVAR. I want one.

This troper felt her eye itch when she looked at that. Freakeh.

...Am I the only one who thought, "Hey, it's the Corinthian!"

Holy hell man, I exclaimed the exact same thing the ''moment'' the pic loaded!

Rape Victim Advocate Training for the US Army - This troper had to '''listen''' to a real 911 recording of a rape. Still sometimes find myself in BSOD mode when I think about it.

This troper has has had plantar warts on his feet, off and on, for the last several years. Ignoring whatever the facts may be about plantar warts, he has always imagined them being the tips of a huge sprawling network of tentacles that carve their way through the foot, and that if you were to truly remove them, you would tear out the entire network of tissue, leaving your foot riddled with cavernous holes. The worst part? The foot tissue around the tentacles has completely healed and grown skin before the tentacles are removed, meaning that the network of holes in your feet WILL NEVER GO AWAY. This troper itches all over after having written this post.

''Oh god why would you post that''. I don't know whether to sob or hork.

Interesting case of YMMV: this troper would think of that result as proof that the infected tissue is completely removed, and thus a positive of sorts. Funny how brains work, and all that.

Sweet Christ- that's almost exactly what I used to think when I was a kid, but with verruca's- and just did a google search, in the middle of writing the sentance. Verruca/Plantar= same. I only ever got one or two, but because I was some sort of masochist, I'd always try and scratch 'em out- expecting half my foot to come away. Used to get that my mother would drag me off to the hospital to have 'em treated, to stop the fuss and compulsive checking of feet, haha.

Sort of similar example: when This Troper was a kid, I had molluscum contagiosa. At first, I opted to live with it rather than undergo treatment (having liquid nitrogen dotted over your legs and belly isn't that appealing to six-year-olds), but then I had a nightmare about it which changed my mind. The bumps migrated to my ''face'', and became ''long'' and ''drooping''. Shudder.

What about getting mauled by someone's pet? This troper was attacked by her cousins' dog at the age of three and had to get stitches along the right side of her face. I was afraid (not phobic-wise) of dogs until I was in junior high.

Ever since ThisTroper read that the dog most likely to send people to the hospital is the dachshund, she's had a nagging fear that her ''own beloved dog'' will maul her in the future!

This Troper has a new perspective on poisons and such. '''Everything''' is a poison to you, it just depends on how much. In some cases, pure forms of everyday survival things we need, such as oxygen, are poisonous. Heck, the least poisonous substance in the world, water, is deadly in sufficient quantities. Water poisoning upsets your pH balance, saturates your cells with water until they explode, or some other horrible thing. And water poisoning is a very serious thing as of late.

About a year ago, this troper suffered a terrifying coincidance. I was sick, so sick that for the better part of two days I needed help just to sit up enough to drink a glass of water. After the second day, when it looked like I was starting to recover, I fell asleep, and when I woke up my right forearm was completely numb. As it turned out, I had just slept with it behind my head for the first time I can remember, but I thought I was dying.

The frilled shark (video link, kinda fuzzy). Denizen of the deep oceans. Ugliest thing this troper has ever seen.

It's actually almost cute...

Looks like a puppy to me. I will love him and hug him and call him George.

Stick bugs. That is all.

Cancer. This Troper survived not one, but two. He lost a leg, and left him scarred for life. That's not exactly the problem (chicks digs the scars and he feels very proud of surviving that), the problem is the knowledge that, no matter what he does, there's nothing to do to avoid getting another one. There are some types of cancer that just ''pop out of nowhere'', you don't need to have a history of cancer in your family, and you only realize that you have it when it's pretty big, and pretty hard to cure. And that's not even counting all the problems the chemotherapy can cause to your body (eg: mental problems, eye problems, kidney failure -this troper has it because of that-, and a long list of etc). It says something about the therapy when you don't want that to happen to anyone, not even ''your worst enemy''.

On a related note, the idea that he has to get a kidney transplant every 10 years, more or less, thanks to the kidney failure. And the knowledge that one day, he will not be able to survive the surgery, and will die on a operation table. Add the fear that this illness ''could'' be passed to my son, and you have my current mental state.

Want me to make it worse for you (and probably anyone else here who isn't familiar with medical science and biology)? Everyone in this room... er, everyone on this page will have cancer at some point in their lifetime. Most of the time your body's T-Lymphocytes will kill the cancer before it can actually harm you, but the fact that this won't always work is the scary part.

My mother died after a five-year fight with cancer. I agree, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I'm going to be paranoid about any lumps for a long, long time.

This troper has an endless imagination and tends to see "flashes" of spindly, humanoid creatures with pure white owl eyes and pitch black bodies crawling about.

Jesus Christ, I see those too. I'm really freaked out now. I see them in my peripheral vision sometimes, or when I look out windows at night or in dark mirrors. That's... that's not fucking normal. I just thought I was being paranoid.

Congratulations. You have just spawned a new demon in my nightmarefuel producing mind. If I ever get started on my graphic novel, something like that will trap people in dark holes and eat 75% of their livers, then allow the liver to regrow. And repeat this process over and over again. With the victim being alive and aware of the whole thing for the rest of eternity, unless they are rescued.

This sounds like Prometheus meets Amigara Fault. Which, should be said, does not make it any less creepy.

I'm with you there troper. I write scifi horror stories. The reason? My mind needs to get these down or I feel I will go insane. Try picturing a creature that's eight feet tall, has dark grey eyes, hair that is actually a mass of tentacles, black scaly skin, razor sharp teeth, and has six inch hooked claws. Did I scare you? Now try imagining that being one of the TAMER varieties of an entire species of monsters and you'll get a sense for why this troper has random freak outs.

This troper is terrified of getting worms. So if meat's even a little pink in the middle I cant eat it. I can't even touch raw meat, I can't walk barefoot outside. What's worse is my cats get them a lot during the summer from birds and stuff, so I'm always afraid to touch them. I always dread the day we'll talk about them in science class.

This Troper has two.

There was a 200-ton crane up at the hospital a block from my apartment. One weekend we had a pretty intense nor-easter, and I kept looking out the window, wondering how well the crane was tied down. It was swaying, but it didn't fall. The next morning, the skies are lcear, the winds are still pretty high, and I'm laying in bed thinking about getting up when suddenly I hear a long, drawn-out creaking followed by a literally earth-shaking crunch. I damn near levitated to the living room, looking out the window to find the crane. I didn't- until I looked down. It fell across two houses and took out the corner of the roof of a third, and the top of it was in the street less than twenty feet from our building. (Note- none of these buildings are more than three stories tall.) I shoved on some shoes and ran outside in my sweats to see if the crane had hit anybody. We were lucky; it missed a woman's car by only a few feet while she was in it, and none of the houses had people in the affected rooms. One of those houses was demolished, but again there was an element of luck: it was an abandoned house anyway. All in all, the actual event doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but anybody who was there was a bit nervous about cranes for a long time afterwards, and we all know that a few seconds or feet would have made a huge difference and could have resulted in deaths.

I live in Maine- not generally known for its tornadoes. I'm a bit phobic about thunderstorms and always have been. Being the sensible person I am, I decided at the age of six that the best way to get rid of my phobia was to study weather. Unfortunately, I just became aware of how much the world wants to kill us dead. I'm fairly calm about my phobia, and have mostly got a handle on it; the fingers in the ears these days is because the thunder honestly hurts. This past summer, my mother and I returned from our shopping to hear continuous thunder from the northwest. Not a single roll, but they overlapped. I joked that if I didn't know better, I'd think we were having a tornado; Mom laughed and told me to get inside. (She used to be phobic, so is very understanding.) So I go inside and turn on the Weather Channel. To my surprise, our local weather is referred to as "the storm of the day". NOT a good sign. Then they mention a possible tornado on Paris Hill, jus north of where we'd been earlier. Even worse sign. Then they start listing the areas under a tornado watch. You guessed it. We gathered up what we thought we might want just in case and kept an eye on both TWC and outside. Well, I did; Mom fell asleep. The watch is dropped, and I start to relax. Not ten minutes later, they come back with a tornado ''warning'': blah, blah, ohfuckthat'sus. Woke up Mom, we went down cellar, and we waited out the storm. The path ended up being just under ten miles from us. We didn't see it. But we knew it was there, we knew several people whose houses were damaged- some badly- and as in the last example, we knew how easily it could have gone differently. We drove through parts of the path over the next few weeks. I've seen damage from hurricanes, thunderstorms, straightline winds, nor-easters, and other disasters, but I have never seen anything like that. The woods looked like a tossed salad. Trees with two-foot diameter trunks were uprooted and tumbled like a bunch of saplings. A local greenhouse's buildings were destroyed while just across the street displays of flowers were untouched. It still gives me chills.

Well at least you haven't had the same experience as this troper. I live in Kansas, where one hears tornado sirens every week during the early summer storm season. Eventually you get jaded and perhaps ignore it just once... the time that there actually is a tornado, and the time it hits your house. The house is intact (the tornado had started as an EF 4 but was weaker when it hit our house), but there is something very apocalyptic about ten seconds of howling winds, stronger and louder, by several orders of magnitude, than any wind you've ever heard, accompanied by the light show brought about by the transformer being ripped from the house. Then there's the going outside to see what happened and seeing the whole neighborhood literally ripped to shreds. To this day there are trees with the walls of a hardware store wrapped around them in knots.

Original troper here. Within a year of that tornado, I had two more tornadoes come within ten miles of where I was. Keep in mind that I do have a thunderstorm phobia and that all three occurred in Maine within the space of a year. The last two were within a month of each other. On a more amusing note, during that same period I took a geology course that brought me to Canada. While driving from Sudbury to Toronto, I spotted a classic supercell and joked that it looked just like the ones I'd seen in tornado videos. The professor laughed and called me paranoid. I kept my mouth shut when we drove through an obvious outflow boundary a bit later. Then when we got to the hostel, when my professor told the girl at the desk that we'd driven there from Sudbury, she asked if we'd avoided the storms because there had been tornadoes in the area we drove through. The professor just looked at me, and I grinned.

This troper, when he was in elementary school, once stepped on a pin in his own house. There wasn't any blood or screaming, really not that much pain. Yet it's quite disturbing to look at your foot and see a long, silver needle sticking out of it, and suddenly realizing that you've just been impaled.

I've had a similar thing (to a lesser extent), except instead of a pin through the foot it was a toothpick through the palm (at least it wasn't all the way through).

Similar for this troper as well, only it was a pair of rusty nails sticking out of a plank of wood. Oddly enough, there was no pain at all - only noticing that I was trailing blood made me realize what had happened. But oh was there screaming after that.

This Troper actually managed to have a nail go all the way through his foot as a young child. Luckily I was so young I never really developed a fear

I accidentally stabbed myself with a sharp pencil just above the first knuckle of my left middle finger when I was 7. 20 years later still have a tiny gray dot of lead under my skin.

To lose oneself. This troper has had dreams, nightmares, where (screw 3nd person narration for this) I slowly lost who I was without noticing. The most recent of these had me within days of, after six months of fading, leaving the only place where people knew me to go where nobody would have a chance of recognizing where I was from, to send me back and have me talked into remembering what I am instead of trying (and failing) with someone who doesn't know who I was. When the only thing you are is a mind, a personality, stuck in a living corpse you only care about because it keeps the mind in place, and you read things like the above troper's friend's fear of isolation tanks (which mirrors your own for the same reasons) and the hypnotist of TwoPlusTortureMakesFive (Real Life section), after years of TwoPlusTwoMakesFive from at least one sadistic authority and jeering/beatings from "peers" that require you to withdraw until it stops meaning anything or risk expulsion/imprisonment... Said troper's self was potentially nigh-irretrievably lost at least twice, and even the thought of a self-imposed oubliette (or a sensory isolation tank as most call them) is disturbing enough to bring that creeping feeling of nothing, dry heaves, and fear of falling asleep in case the compartment of a "blank slate" dream character's mind turns out not to have been compartmentalized at all.

When this troper was a kid, there was a fire-safety demonstration at his school. The fire itself didn't freak him out, it was the fact that the fire they uses as an example was started by an electrical short in a coffee pot. The ''exact'' same type of coffee pot that my parents had. For the next year or so, I could not go to sleep without making sure the coffee pot in our house was unplugged, lest it burst into flames and kill me as I slept.

This troper just found a dead mutilated mouse trapped in her toilet.

This troper has a very active imagination, but has never had any really frightening nightmares. Until she saw ''one line'' of the DeathNote page about Misa's StalkerWithACrush. The dream went like this: I'm walking along the sidewalk of some town, when I see this guy who's been stalking me for who knows how long walking a block or so away. I walk with the nearest bystander back to my car (so the stalker will see I'm not alone), and get in the front seat; the bystander-person gets in the passenger side. Then the stalker walks up, forces me into the backseat, gets into the front, and threatens to kill me with a knife. I try to ease him out of it, and he slashes me across the knee. Blood spurts everywhere. The passenger does ''nothing.'' Once again, I try to calm him down, trying to convince him that he doesn't want to hurt me, and he calmly says, "Of course I don't. If you won't love me, then I'll just kill us both." He then stabs me in the neck, which I can feel ''just enough'' to briefly convince me that I'm actually getting stabbed. I woke up and had a good cry about it later. In other words, a single freaking article gave me the worst nightmare I've ever had.

This troper, as a kid, wound up with a fear of toilets thanks in part to Viacom. It all started with an episode of TinyToonAdventures I was watching on Nickelodeon one afternoon (The one that had the short involving Baby Plucky getting potty trained), when there was a scene of the toilet overflowing; starting to flood the bathroom. On the first commercial break after that short, was none other than the anti-drug PSA with a girl trapped in a room flooded almost to the ceiling; as she struggled to reach the surface and eventually drowned. It gave me nightmares for days; giving me a fear of toilets in the process (I still used them, but I'd run like hell after flushing it; fearing that if I stayed any longer, than the door would slam shut on me as the toilet overflowed to the point of flooding the bathroom to the ceiling). I got over it, though I would have never had those nightmares in the first place had it not been for the poor timing of an already disturbing PSA.

You too?!

I was always scared that something, like an axe murderer or, I don't know, a sewer-bear, would come ''out'' of the toilet. But only the ones at school; my home toilets were perfectly safe.

This troper (who seems to suffer from Chronic Idiot Syndrome -- if that's not real, it should be) just read the entirety of this page in one sitting. Doesn't sound so bad in principle; it's just reading, right?.....* shudder*

This troper wants more.

This is quite possibly one of the most teffiting images this troper has ever seen to date.

While not that bad, this was still pretty scary to me: I watched Death Note: L change the World, and the part where (Nikaido dies of the Ebola-Flu combo while burning) almost gave me nightmares. To find an image of it, Google Image search (Change the World Nikaido Dies") with the Safe Search off. It's the the first image. As for why I didn't put a link, I don't want to have to zoom in on it.

I got it for you~!

This troper used to be afraid, more than anything, of losing her mind. Then this troper developed what is either scizoaffective disorder or schizophrenia (the psychiatrists aren't sure yet.) While she's now 1. getting used to it and 2. heavily medicated, this troper may have been NightmareFuel to other people; she at one point before being diagnosed told one of her teachers that she felt like she was losing control of her mind.

This troper is deathly afraid of losing her ears, nose, or teeth. She can handle large amounts of blood, nosebleeds brought on by stress, and other people breaking bones...but not the idea of losing any of those parts of herself. This, coming from the girl who laughed at Rubber Johnny.

My imagination. I've had nightmares where I am stalked by Sesame street characters in a stone maze, until they surround me and shoot me point blank with shotguns and rifles. I was only seven when I had that dream!! I've also had dreams of Hitler coming back to life and bombing a ferry wharf. I cling to a large chunk of cement as people are screaming and then suddenly a huge wave covers me and I die. Then there was one where a burning car is rolling slowly down a street which is hidden by black smoke and flames. A sinister, deep voice was whispering a message that haunted me for days about there being nothing left in life and no-one to survive. While he was speaking, a vivid image of a womans face melting came up. I don't know where my infant mind conjured these dreams, but they were horrifying. Even worse, more recently I've had dreams in which I kill people!

This troper had a bizarre, frightening nightmare once. In it, I am attacked by a strange, shapeless monster made of black water wearing a demonic looking mask. I run from it and try to get help until the monster consumes me and my vision turns black. I "wake up" and discover a horrid variant of BodyHorror. My body, sans my head, is little more than a lot of darkness and the mask appears on my chest. It forces me to eat children and I see from the child's point of view as they go down my own throat. I wake up, but as usual for me, sometimes when I wake up, some of the dream stays around for a tiny bit of time, around a minute. I look at my hand...and see the dark claw I had in the dream. Queue loud scream.

You mean you turn into No-Face?

The two scariest nightmares I've ever had involve ferries... one where the ferry capsizes and I have to hold on to a guard rail while a shark tries to eat me, and one where I begin to fly and slide over the edge of the boat... if I were to fall, I'd fall many feet behind the ferry with little hope of survival.

This Troper was the cause of some High Octane Nightmare Fuel, while presumably under the influence of High Octane Fueled Nightmare. The recount is from his mother's perspective. As she recalls, one night this troper suddenly awoke screaming as if in absolute panic, and as she entered his room, she was greeted by the sight of said troper running in psychotic fear from the door to his room to the window of said room, over and over and over, screaming at the top of his lungs, as if being chased by the devil himself. Not knowing what to do she tried her best to calm this troper (who had never before and never since had an sleepwalking episode), until suddenly, the troper stopped screaming and running and perfectly calmed asked what was going on. Now, this Troper has no memory at all of the incident, just the vague recollection of waking up while getting back to bed, having the feeling that he had been extremely scared (heart pounding, agitated breathing, a cold feeling trough the entire body), but not feeling any kind of emotional response related to fear, as far as this troper could recall, nothing at all had happened. It was a bizarre feeling the experiencing of all the physical effects of great fear, while also experiencing a totally soothed mind. What's so unsettling about that experience is, in the first place, how scared this troper's mother must have been by the whole thing, and in second place, this troper's inability to recall what could have been so horrific in his dream to elicit that response, to this day, this troper is still haunted by the possibilities of what he could have been dreaming about, which presumably caused him to try and run away from it, and by the fact that he is unable to recollect any of that dream.

actually that stands to reason your mind obviously deleted all memory of that dream in order to protect it's sanity.

The scream of a wounded rabbit. It's an unearthly, almost human-sounding scream. This troper first heard it when a lynx caught a rabbit in her backyard. (Oddly, this didn't instill any kind of fear of lynxes...)

Puppets. This troper absolutely cannot stand puppets. It may stem from being absolutely horrified by a Saw advert featuring Billy the Puppet when she was younger, but puppets still make her edgier than anything. Reading Candle Cove and its sequel, then watching the "final episode" may have been the worst idea she ever had. Even many months after the fact, she has had nightmares of Horace the Horrible rotting and crawling toward her, clicking his jaw, arms clawing at the wood of her floor, dragging his legs behind him, and no one else wakes up to help her. And he follows her. Just recently she had a nightmare featuring a 4chan post in which the original author stated with all honesty that the story was true. This troper's brain screamed, a sensation she has never experience before and never wants to again. She woke up, was completely paralyzed, and promptly fell into a different puppet-related nightmare.

One night, I was trying to get to sleep. I opened my eyes and this phantom (I think) suddenly appeared in front of me, in black and white, and vanished. The next day, I found out my older brother could have had a twin. And now I can't stop thinking it was jealous. The worst thing was that it looked EXACTLY like my Brother. Another time, I was in bed trying to sleep, when I heard random shrill pipes. That is basically the worst omen in the Lovecraft Mythos, and my entire county looks like Lovecraft Country on certain days... HELP!

This one time, on YouTube, this troper decided to watch the Another Brick In The Wall music video (Yes, THAT one) and decided, hey, it isn't so bad. Then came the first refrain..

When I was younger, I watched a documentary on TV about snuff films. It started showing us fake snuff films and clips from B-Movies which were pretending to be snuff films. It was all fake and the documentary, cast and crew of the films all admitted it, so I could cope. It then moved onto actual snuff films and admitted that none have been found and that they might not exist. I could cope with that, snuff films might not actually exist. When it told us the story of a detective who actually found people who were willing to kidnap a seven-year old boy and make a snuff film with him as the star. When I suddenly realised that there are people out there who are completely willing to make a snuff film. Even if they don't exist, there are people out there who are more to happy to make them exist. And they're willing to use little kids in them as well.

This troper went outside one day and found a little toy for cats outside. It looked like a little furry mouse, gray, but my cats had ripped it in half leaving the spring lying on the ground, still attached to the upper half of the rat. Very quickly I noticed the tiny red stains surrounding the toy. And the realism of the "toy". It was about this point I realized that it wasn't a toy. The thing I thought was a spring? The mouse's spine and ribcage.

The Westboro Baptist Church for me. The fact that there's people out there who believe in this man and his pile of vomiting shit he passes for ideals and beliefs is just frightening. And the idea of someone from this group actually getting a position of power is all the more frightening. The only thing that makes me feel just a bit better is that even the most right-winged pundits think that they're straight up crazy and wrong.

You know what either scares or simply angers me? The fact that many people are just as hateful toward the church as the church is to everyone else. There's a reason I nominated this as the SugarWiki/MostTriumphantExample of PayEvilUntoEvil.

This Troper shat bricks upon entering her dark house at the dead of night and seeing a 10 inch tall realistically painted clown mannequin standing on her computer chair facing the computer which was turned on. Turns out the house help was just testing out her new camera.

I have a phobia of dead things. It probably comes of seeing PetSematary way too young. I can barely even look at roadkill because the back of my mind just ''knows'' it's going to start moving and come to get me at any moment. Even pictures of zombies send me into very minor panic attacks. My cat died a few months short of twenty years old last fall. On the Saturday evening of Labor Day weekend, while my housemates were out of town, so it was just me and him until Tuesday. I suppose that the loss hit me too hard for me to really be frightened of him when I had to pick him up off the living room floor. But driving down the freeway to the pet crematory that was open on Monday, I had all the windows in my car open because it was so brutally hot. Then I started hearing plastic rattling behind the passenger seat, where the cat was in a box lined with plastic bags. And even though my logical brain caught up fairly quickly and went "duh, you're doing seventy with all the windows open, of ''course'' the plastic's rattling," oh man. For just those few seconds before that, scare of my life.

This troper has mastered what others just call "The Smile". The smile is when he opens his mouth as wide as he can, in a face-twisting smile, opens his eyes wide and stares. Without moving his head. Sometimes he does it behind people and waits for them to turn round. He's mastered it to the point that he figured out how to blink when nobody is looking at him to give the appearance that he ''never blinks''. Very fun to see their reactions.

This troper can say that SCP-173 is literally the most frightening thing that he has ever seen.

True for This troper too.She remembers that time when she was checking out a review on the Foundation at night,and ends up seeing SCP-173's ''enlarged'' image.Cue the freak-out,browser-closing and eye-scouring.(It's only the ''image'' that scares her,not quite the description)

What, this image? Meh, it's just a statue. A slightly odd statue...

This troper clicked on the link, saw the picture and freaked. She is anxious half an hour later and it's a sunny day around here. For the love of your life, you might want to consider thrice before clicking.

Anyway, what unsettles me more is that somewhere, that statue ''actually exists''. Someone has the real SCP-173. (and yes, I do want one!)

This troper remembers one Corn Maze with a reference to Children Of The Corn. There were a troop of kids who ''volunteered'' to be the Ax Crazy cultists and scare people witless. This troper had to hide behind a big piece of hay when the resident red haired Blood Knight, who was around age 16 and twice this troper's height, walked over and started saying what he was gonna do. It was really damaging because, beforehand, this troper distinctly remembered playing with him, creating some nasty Mood Whiplash when we were friends playing in the area outside, and suddenly he was threatening to "offer the youth traitor to He Who Dwells In the Corn, cut his neck ear to ear." I ran like hell, screaming and crying. The red head apologized afterwards, due to my mom, who, due to my overactive preteen imagination, I thought had been sacrificed as well. She was so pissed off big time, made me and the teen hug, embarrassing him in front of his friends, and promise we would be friends.

This troper can stand looking at just about anything, but the one thing that she cannot stand to look at is any picture of Cy, the kitten who was born a few years ago with cyclopia. I'm not providing a link because I refuse to ever look at it again. Word of advice: do not EVER do a Google Image search on the word "kitten."

Aw, come on. Cy is cute.

Many years ago, this tropers mother went to a website called Crazy Shit. Its basicly just like Rotten.com, filled with photos of Gorn , Squick , and BodyHorror. The bad thing is, however, this troper was sitting BEHIND HER while she was veiwing it. This troper was around 15 or 16 then, but damn, was it AWEFUL! And then came the night my mother watched Saw just after I decied to go to bed. All I could hear downstairs was people screaming.

This troper drew a few monsters based off of his bone shape, completely ignoring the actual shape of the skeleton and just looking at the visible bones. Said monster gave me nightmares. The worst thing with it wasn't the weirdly shaped bones, it was the hands. I'm sorry, did I say hands? I meant fingers. Because this monster ''has no hands, just fingers coming straight from the wrist.'' Same with the feet, except replace "hands" with "feet" and "fingers" with "toes".

One very strange and frightening dream this Troper once had: it started with me standing in front of a mirror, ripping my own teeth out with my bare hands. At one point, I examine one of the teeth, and I find that I've accidentally torn out a chunk of my own gums along with it. Then new teeth start to appear- lots of them- and while they grow, I reach into a drawer, get out a butcher's knife and start hacking off the fingers of my left hand: once scaly new fingers have wriggled through the bloody stumps, I get to work on my right hand. And then I take a spoon from the drawer and start levering my eyes out: by the time I've finished, the empty sockets are filled with a strange greyish-black smoke, with two orange pupils staring out from them. Then I woke up.

I had to go to the gynecologist (doctor) the other day, because I am seventeen and I have never had my period, just obnoxiously painful cramps that leave me doubled over in pain and unable to go to school or work. Doc tries to do the usual checkup that she would do on any other patient, only she can't get inside to do the job. I suddenly get hit with, literally the most gut wrenching-ly painful feeling ever. Turns out, my hymen has grown over my entire vagina, and was starting to grow ''out'' of it. And its thick. Like regular arm or leg skin thick. That's not the worst part. Those horrible pains I had been experiencing for over three years? That ''was'' my period and my uterus was being forced to expand to compensate for the blood that was filling it. And when the surgery happens to get rid of the blockage, all the blood will have to go ''somewhere.'' So ladies, imagine essentially three years worth of blood, decomposing into a muddy black muck that will be forced out of you. That's what I get to go through.

Oh. My. Fuck. Three years of blood all at once? Frankly I'm surprised there weren't more severe complications before this - surprised and glad for you that it's correctable. For the record, I'm a man and let me tell you this: one does not have to be female in order to imagine the horror of having bodily waste collect inside oneself and suddenly all come rushing out at once. Use your imagination. Seriously, I'll wait. It would be like your tear ducts somehow being blocked and the buildup of saline being suddenly released all at once, popping your eyes out of your head. Only this is arguably worse. Best of luck with your appointment, I hope it goes as well as could be expected.

Fucking... fuck! I may not be a woman, but the image of all that decomposing blood is not really something I needed (I have hemophobia and rotten menstrual blood is already a bad enough image on its own). Imperforate, the problem you have, is luckily not a serious problem (well, speaking from a medical standpoint it's not. Of course, since you put it on the HighOctaneNightmareFuel page, YourMileageMayVary by quite a bit). Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to get some BrainBleach.

This troper is now in tears, because she is completely and utterly terrified. That exact same thing happened to me, when I was eleven. I had it for six months, and can't even begin to imagine what three years of that would be like. It was probably the most painful experience I've ever had. The doctors talking about what was going on in my system was Nightmare Fuel in and of itself.

I have a lot of nosebleeds on a regular basis, and when I was younger, I used to have panic attacks whenever I saw one drop of blood coming from my nose (got over this one, thankfully). But what really scares me now is the damn Weeping Angels. Seriously, my garden looks like Wester Drumlins out of Blink (as does one of the buildings on my school campus) and when I'm alone, I have to look around every minute or so to check I'm not being stalked etc.

This troper will spontaneously whip around in a panic (and sometimes scream) because she watched The Time of Angels and is clinically paranoid. All of this occurs in the middle of the night.

I am currently sitting in my lounge with the window to the front garden in front of me. There is a distinctive shadow in the bushes that, when looking at it, looks normal. But every time I glance it looks like someone staring at me through the window. But every time I've seen it, it looks like an entirely different person, creepy in their own way. For example, a CreepyChild that looks like the kid from AI, or a man in a trenchcoat and hat with eyes too big for his face and a massive grin.

When this troper was 10, she first read her dads book about mysteries - (the curse of Tut-Ankh-Amon, ghoststories, Jack the Ripper etc). The case of Jack the Ripper she reread several times, and is to this day fascinated, nothing scary there, but a little longer into the book there was articles mystical phenomenons in nature, the starting article being about Spontaneous.Human.Combustion. The very thought of it kept her up at night, and dead scared when awake for several months; To this day I try to avoid any mentioning of it, because it scares me so much ... I always skip that part when I read the book, even now, being 20.

This troper is not particularly fond of mirrors. For years, we had to hang a towel on the bathroom mirror whenever she would brush her teeth. Why? Because when she starred at herself in the mirror, she was just waiting for ... 'something' to rise behind her, only to disappear when she turned because if could only be seen in the mirror. Turning her back to the mirror did not work, because then she was convinced that something would come out of the mirror and attack her. This went on for years, thankfully, I'm (almost) over it now.

I have a Staph infection (the bathrooms at my high school are probably the most unsanitary in all of lower Georgia; I avoid them as much as I can, but apparently it wasn't enough), and having a Staph infection involves (at least for me) developing excruciatingly painful boils (usually only one at a time) every couple of months. The most recent one appeared just below my lower lip. At first, it seemed like any other Staph-induced boil. Then, I noticed that my lip was swelling. The boil had migrated from my skin to my lip. My lip continued to swell. The pain was so great that I literally couldn't sleep for the pain; this resulted in a 3 A.M. trip to the Emergency Room. They gave me a prescription for antibiotics (since I'm allergic to Sulfa, I can't take the most effective ones and am stuck with antibiotics that don't hack it, at least not as quickly), and ''Vicodin''. Yes, ''Vicodin''. I needed it too. My lip continued to swell, to the extent that it was over five times its normal size (I have very thin lips naturally, and while this was going on my lower lip could have put Angelina Jolie to shame), I had to drink everything with a straw and mealtime became frankly disgusting, and I stayed home from school for two days because I couldn't function properly because of the pain. Then, to top it all off, the skin on my lip started ''splitting open'' and spewing pus and blood. I have since recovered.

This troper was part of an RPish thing, with him as the villain. I made myself too scary. For example, the villain in question is an AI/Holographic system, made entirely through concentrated light with the AI part itself being stored on a data drive shaped like a creepy glowing monolith. At one point it talks to the other characters... But it's made entirely of light. It even acknowledges what it's doing. The exact line being "You are currently listening to a form of light". It breaks the known laws of physics just in order to ''talk aloud.''.. As creepy as that was, I feel a bit guilty for posting this when all of these real, genuinely terrifying events happened in real life, and I've just got a talking light.

I got the exact quote. #QUOTE# "I AM PERFECTION. I EXIST ONLY AS LIGHT, AND SHAPES, AND COLOR, AND DATA. AND YET I HAVE BEEN KILLED THREE TIMES SO FAR. AND YET I CAN INFLUENCE THE PHYSICAL WORLD. AND YET YOU CAN HEAR ME. I AM NOT GENERATING ANY KIND OF SOUND. YOU ARE LISTENING TO A FORM OF LIGHT. I AM CURRENTLY RENDERING THE LAWS OF SCIENCE MEANINGLESS SIMPLY BY TALKING ALOUD.

This troper (Sorry, she's a Person Person}} Third Person Person.)made her first friends a few years ago, and they are now her Nakama. She doesn't usually get nightmares, but now she has these horrible recurring ones. 1: She's in this dark warehouse, and one of her friends(different every time) is chasing her with some kinda weapon. When she finally gets cornered, the friend turns into the guy she likes, says "Sweet Dreams" and kills her. 2: She's the one killing all her friends, against her will, but she can't stop. All she can do is cry as her friends die at her hands. Last, is the one she likes. She wants it to stop, but he just smiles and says it's okay. Then she wakes up.

This troper has extremely vivid nightmares. Thanks to an overactive imagination and a good memory, I can remember almost all of them. I have twice had dreams about getting raped. Both times, I woke up in tears and utter terror. I've never even had sex, but my best friend was raped, and it's like I share her pain in my dreams. It's horrible.

I've had some memory troubles, though all it consists of is mixing up some childhood dreams with reality (Like 5-8 years old so its o.k I guess) But it brings about the weirdest feeling since I can Remember looking out of a window at my house and seeing what I recall to be a whirling cloud with (possibly) a face in it (on a clear night). Its scary since I can remember this, not as a dream, but as an Actual Event that I could pass off to a lie detector as actually happening.

This troper can relate. Though not quite nightmare fuel, as a child I used to have recurring vivid and realistic dreams in which I had the ability to run a short distance, jump, and then levitate in the air for a few seconds before falling. (Like Princess Peach's ability in Super Mario Bros 2, although this was before I had played the game.) These dreams were so realistic that today they seem like genuine memories when I think back to them.

I had a similar dream, although the dream was High Octane Nightmare Fuel in and of itself. Imagine being able to hover for a long amount of time as long as you keep your legs up like you're jumping. Now imagine having to do that for hours because the walls have a growing shadow on them that will consume anything that touches it, adding the mass to its size. Now imagine that you are tiring, and your legs slowly uncurl from your body, wanting you to touch the ground, all while the shadow is figuring out how to make limbs to grab at you. And yet, it was real enough that my brain thinks it was an actual memory ;.;

This troper is currently using the CityOfHeroes architect mode to make an alien invasion. I made one of the aliens too scary. They're giant red insectoid things just titled "Red Creatures". Because the other aliens don't know what the hell they are. They are heavily armored, have several redundant necessary organs, and hit like a train. They're damn near impossible to kill, and they have ranged attacks, so you can't even get away. Oh, and once you kill them, ''they just get back up again.'' All of the ones you face, notably have no reproductive system. The human scientists have two theories. 1- The ones we see are cloned by the aliens, with the purebloods held somewhere else, and they do not want to see them breed. Or 2- they lost the reproductive system at some point in their evolution because they no longer needed it to sustain their numbers ''because NOTHING natural can kill them.''

What were the power sets and actual powers?

Most of the "Super Strength" abilities and ''ALL'' of the "Willpower" abilities. Including the one that apparantly grants instant full revival. The mentioned ranged attack is the Red Creature pulling a hunk of rock out of the ground and tossing it at you.

This Troper had one hell of a {{Body Horror}} nightmare about a year ago. It involved him sitting on his bed as ''something'' slowly and painfully worked its way out of his urethra. As it turned out, is was a lumpy, bloody ball of skin and sinew wrapped up like a ball. He unwrapped it to find that it was a rectangular strip of skin the size of a piece of paper, and in the center, surrounded by bruised tissue was a small, pale yellow, beating heart no bigger than your thumb. This Troper promptly woke right the fuck up, and enjoyed not sleeping for the rest of the night. Still no clue where the hell that dream came from.

This troper stumbled upon real crime scene photos from murder investigations online. I have no problem whatsoever with gore on tv, but knowing that those people in the pictures were real and that they really had been murdered...

This troper is a musician with a lot of problems. A combination of persistant visual snow (worse in the dark. Extra fun!) and an overactive imagination make nightmares.....especially interesting. One of the worst left her a sobbing wreck. It consisted entirely of LOUD visual and audio static and a horrible primal fear that something out there wanted her dead. She was a junior in high school and had to be comforted by mommy at two in the morning. Later that day, during history class, the ancient VHS tape the class was watching reverted entirely to static. The same static. Cue running out of the room shaking.

StephenKing's book Dreamcatcher. Well, not the book itself, rather the shit-weasles.

This Troper doesn't seem to be scared of anything. Sure, heights and spiders and the like freak her out a little bit, but she can easily get over it, and has, multiple times. She's seen many a show chock full of NightmareFuel, but often doesn't realize that it is Nightmare Fuel until reading about it here. There is only one time that absolutely terrifies her. That thing? '''''Tomorrow.'''''

This troper was looking at a flash-file centered image board. One upload just had something like "I know you guys like cats" as a label, and it had a lot of furious replies. This troper got curious...so they opened it up. It was a home movie of an indistinct room with a (faceless, he stayed mostly out of the frame) man and a little kitten. The man cut the kitten's throat with a dull kitchen knife. It squirmed around on the blade, with the blood slowly pooling around it. The computer was on mute, at least, so I didn't have to hear it. The next video had the person feeding pieces of the dead kitten to another, live kitten. I haven't told anyone about this because it sounds so ludicrously evil no one would ever believe me. Whenever I see something horrible I just think, "well it's not as bad as the kitten." Nothing is as bad as the kitten.

There are things worse than the kitten

Recently, I was searching for a CodeGeass image to use in a meme when I spied the ideal picture to use. The thumbnail seemed safe, so I clicked on it. The preview image I was lead to looked a lot different than the thumbnail I clicked on. Thinking, "Is that a ribcage?", I clicked on the preview picture only to be lead to a VERY disturbing ''guro'' picture. This troper now becomes paranoid whenever she Google searches anime images of any kind.

This troper just shat blood. No I mean literally. That sounds HILARIOUS, but that's because it does not describe the horror of turning around in a perfectly calm blue and white bathroom, looking at the perfectly white clean seat and seeing red. It wasn't even "Oh, look a tiny drop of blood" I couldn't actually see the excrement under the blood. Or anything at all really. I wiped up the blood that winded up on the seat itself, quickly arranged a doctor's appointment (it's way too late to go in for anything, and went to my room. And now after seeing my own blood plastered onto plastic, my light starts flickering for no reason. THANKS REALITY. YOU'RE REALLY HELPING MY BLOOD PRESSURE.

Probably just an intestinal ulcer or something that burst, you're unlikely to be in any real danger. You won't be the first person to drop a bloody deuce, even at the 'spoony experiment swat 4 let's play' scale. It could be worse, your lymphatic system could malfunction and your muscles could swell and rupture with fluid up to and including acid.

The knowledge that it was probably nothing does not stop the nightmares where blood is pouring from my every orifice. Whenever I went to the bathroom I had to stop and check for a couple days just to make sure. I'm pretty sure that's the most blood I've ever actually seen, and it was ''mine''.

This troper has bulimia nervosa - and will not forget in a hurry the time he scratched the back of his esophagus and then proceeded to choke up gobs of blood. That's not the worst part, though. The worst part is that this is a mental illness strong enough and vile enough that choking on blood is not enough of a deterrent. ''Has'' bulimia. Present tense.

This troper once reada book about terrifying ghost stories. Most were pretty tame until this one. It`s about a man walking home from work in Ireland after a long day. He sees a woman with a basket at the side of the road clad in what looks like 1800`s pioneer woman`s clothing with her face covered by a bonnet. He offers to help her, she agrees, and he picks up the basket. When he looks inside, he sees the woman`s head, which begans to cackle evily at him. He drops the basket and runs, the headless woman reaching into the basket and throwing the still cackling head after him as he runs for his life. This troper was 11 at the time he read that story and had nightmares about it for almost a year.

I had that story read to me by my teacher when I was 7. I'm still afraid of old women.

This troper has mild OCD, but serious anxiety disorders. I walk to school every day, and because the juniors and seniors were taking a state standardized test one day, I got to go to school late. However, by the time I was to leave, everyone in my house had already left, so it was my job to lock up. Because of that mild OCD, and those serious anxiety disorders, even after I left the house, I couldn't go to school without triple-checking every door. Our back door has a storm door with glass panes in front of it in the fall, and there's a lot of air stuck between it and the back door. So, when I pushed on the glass pane to make sure it was shut (which didn't make sense, since that door didn't lock, only the back door did, but hey, my brain is screwy), it shattered and my hand went straight through, causing five clean cuts to open up on my wrist. And that's not even the nightmarish part. I started to lose focus, and I tried to stop the gushing blood with my other hand while running to nearby houses for help. No one else in the nearby area was home. I couldn't even reach my parents by phone. By now I wasn't thinking at all, and I ran into the road to stop a car for help. Luckily, the woman who stopped was very kind, and gave me a diaper to stop the bleeding. She drove me to my school, the nearest place with a doctor, and the school nurse dressed the wound, saying that no glass was stuck in there. I still have a lot of scars on my wrist, and the experience will haunt me forever.

Who here has had the pneumonia jab? My body reacted badly and I was saddled with arm paralysis (through crippling pain), hallucinations, projectile vomiting, and uncontrollable shivering; as well as verges from seering heat heat to freezing cold. I genuinely believed I was going to die. And thanks to that blasted jab I had the most traumatic two weeks of my life, and if that is not HighOctaneNightmareFuel, I don't know what is.

When this troper was about seven, she got Strep throat for the first time. Being young and naive, she asks her older sister why there was white stuff on her throat. Her sister kindly tells her a spider probably laid eggs there and soon the eggs would hatch into thousands of tiny spiders. In her mouth. Thanks for the arachnophobia and years of nightmares, bitch.

I am greatly afraid of ghosts, but recently the fear had gone away. But it came back. Why? One night, while me and my brother were in our room and our mom was asleep, we heard screaming from outside. Someone was screaming "go home" over and over again. It sounded like a little girl. And it was getting louder. Eventually the screaming sounded like it was coming from in front of the door. I hesitantly stepped up to the door and looked through the peep hole... to see nothing. Then something started to bang on the window. Hard. The screaming got louder somehow, and then the laughter of children started up. By then I had enough. Me being a victim of Chronic Hero Syndrome, I swung the door open up without a thought. No. One. Was. There. The girls were still screaming. And banging the window. I had to slam the door it was so surreal. My mom was up by then, and she kept yelling at me "What were you thinking?!" All I could say for awhile after that was "Nothing... no one... no one was out there...". I've recovered, but just barely.

Don't worry a ghost isn't even really a dead persons spirit, they are just psychic recordings of strong emotions felt at the time of death, or prominent personality traits of the deceased, which is why you will often find them repeating actions over and over again, so as disturbing as they may seem they are actually very unlikely to harm you

During STD slideshow day in health class, this troper was so horrified by what he saw, he had to be taken out of the room 5 minutes into the program.

Have you ever been paralyzed from the waist down for no reason whatsoever? It happened to me at school in PE, I was running, did a slide and turn at the same time... *snap* and I couldn't move for 5 minutes. I was lucky to be able to drag myself to the wall and fake being tired... *Brrr*

This troper is a KnifeNut, and my mom was trying to stop me from becoming one when I was younger. For my 12th birthday, I convinced her to get me a set of X-Acto knives and some small pieces of wood to try my luck of carving. She agreed, mostly because it was my birthday. I had been building up my skills with the knives, when a very good piece of advice slipped my mind for just a few seconds. To whoever reads this, if someone says not to point at yourself when you have knives, power tools, and other potentially dangerous stuff, '''LISTEN TO THAT ADVICE'''. Within the span of three seconds, the knife slipped from the wood, and since I had changed the blade not even two minutes earlier, the knife went through the skin on my left middle finger like a knife through hot butter, and almost as if it had been filmed in slow-motion, I could SEE the blade making a bulge in my skin, dragging down the flesh and tearing it open. When it finally exited my finger, the pain caught up with that last bit of skin being cut through, and it literally snapped like a rubber band being cut in half. I was then left with a hole about a half inch in length running down my finger. It may have been small, but it hurt like ''hell''. So after bleeding and screaming for fifteen minutes while holding a paper towel over the wound, I finally calmed down as my mom put the knives away. When the healing began, I could literally peel open the skin and see the small layer of fat under my skin, with the pink inner flesh and even a tiny nerve visible. I did eventually get the knives back when I was 14 and needed them for a school project, and with a scar on my finger like some kind of morbid "reminder ribbon", I managed to get said project done without an injury. I still collect and sharpen knives though.

You might also consider it Nightmare-Fuelish that this troper, who is/was a cutter (self-injurer, haven't done it for around 3 years), read the above and her first thought was "Oh cool, you actually saw a nerve, I'd like to cut deep enough to see my nerves!". However, do not fear, as this troper is well aware that this could lead to Troper Existence Failure.

I went through a phase when I was about nine years old in which almost everywhere I looked I kept seeing a small girl standing somewhere nearby. It was only about four days but can you imagine seeing, essentially the girl from the RIng movies standing around in random places all day.

I've always had an overactive imagination and when I sleep, my mind over-exagerates noises. One night there was a cat meowing outside. To me it sounded like a small child screaming and crying. I woke up shaking and with tears in my eyes because I was so fucking terrified.

I have a similar story. I thought I was overhearing a woman being murdered in the laneway outside my house. I shot up out of bed and was staring out the windows trying to spot anything at all. I couldn't so I went into the next room...Only to discover my brother watching a horror movie on TV.

This troper, for the most part, has very nice (if a bit odd and "what the hell is this?") sorts of dreams. When she has nightmares, though, holy HELL she has nightmares. One dealt with her old school being turned into a mental institution and she happened to come across a ''cage with two live, deformed babies in it''. When she brought it to the attention of one of the nurses, the nurse's only response was "Oh, don't worry about them. It's too late for them anyways." Said as if this troper had made the comment "Your geraniums are wilting."

This troper has a bed bug problem that he thought had been taken care of. Turns out they had one last bastion in his home. The collars of his good shirts. I opened one up and found a crap ton of young and adult bed bugs living in the COLLAR OF MY SHIRT. The one I wear for interviews and to look nice. In hindsight, that is terrifying.

Anyone who has a fear of spiders, heed the spoiler:

This troper (who will happily admit he is afraid of spiders), has had three very disturbing dreams recently. The first wouldn't have been out of place as the plot for a cheap horror film: it was that a TV would encourage you to look at it, and then PULL YOU INTO IT AND TRAP YOU IN IT FOREVER. The person on the screen was trying to get revenge on an ex-boyfriend by trapping him with her, but she didn't care if she got innocent people as well. The second one was when he dreamed that he was fucking his sister. The last was possibly the worst: he dreamed he was a six year old boy who saw yellow and brown spiders coming in through his bedroom wall. He called his parents, who came and told him they were harmless. Then, out of a new hole, came some black and red ones, to which his parents said, [[{{Understatement}} "Ah, they aren't so harmless." They then tried to move me out of the room, but I needed the bathroom, so I went...and there was a large number of them hiding behind the toilet. I changed my mind about going and left the room, only to discover a lot of them had crept under my bedroom door. I ran halfway down the stairs, only to discover that a large number of them had started to climb the stairs. The worst part was that my parents had already left without me, leaving me to the wrath of the poisonous spiders. I must hasten to add that my parents aren't like my dream counterparts, but damn me if it wasn't the scariest thing I'd ever had happen.]] For those not scared yet, the house I was in during the last dream was my real-life house, which we didn't move into until I was 14. Oh, and I hate horror movies, so where these dreams came from is anyone's guess.

This same troper managed to top this just today (4/4/11) during a particularly quiet English lesson. For about thirty minutes of a fifty minute lesson, he managed to mentally scar and scare two friends so badly that we had to declare that it would never be mentioned again just to recover from it. From what I recall, it included a VERY chilling reading of Night-Gaunts by H P Lovecraft, a rather creepy four line poem written by myself in about three minutes, developing a plot for a short film of a man in a lunatic asylum with a chilling voice speaking to him (provided by yours truly for some suggested lines) and exploring what happened to the hospital staff, who have been grusomely murdered, suggesting that, if a person had no limit when it comes to watching horror films, they would watch Jason from the Friday the 13th series raping someone while dismembering them and be fine with that and, most horrifically, taking a comment about being tied up and saying "So, you're not into bondage" DELIBERATELY. That last one was too far, and these two friends are far more mentally perverted than I am. Did I mention that these two friends are female and I'm a guy? I've blamed it on listening to too much heavy metal, reading too much H P Lovecraft and a lack of breakfast for two days, as I'm normally a rather innocent minded nice guy. I'm still trying to think of a way of making it up to the two of them and the friend of all three of us, who heard about the last one through the girl the last comment was not directed at about five minutes later, although I suspect offering to go on a night out with the three them won't quite cut it...

Not 100% sure where roleplays go, so I'm guessing here. I do think this thread is awesome (a nation of murderous toys!), but quite a few people evidently seemed rather traumatised.

I made Kall E Vaalnicus when I had a seriously bad day. So, he wound up a bit more messed up in the head than my other villains. He has a girl on a torture table, and has lashed out her eye with a whip, and states he plans to use magic to hurt and heal her over and over again. He has her there because she accused him, the leader of the main religious group in my story, of raping her. She was right. He gleefully admits he did it, says he'll do it again, and forces an interplay of sex and violence as he violently rapes her and at the same time torturing her friend. When the guard objects, yes, even the torture technician found that disturbing, Kall simply killed him with a fire spell, taking a very, very unique approach to KillItWithFire: implanting a huge explosion inside the guard's torso. You can guess the result. Kall continually insists, throughout the story, that he is absolutely good, and the only thing keeping the world stable, and that people should just not look at or mind his evil actions as long as he does heroic things for Acturia. This extreme juxtaposition itself cements Kall's entire existence as HONF. Oh, and then he fuses with two instances of the chimera demons, and attains a true form which tops anything he has done thus far in HighOctaneNightmareFuel and BodyHorror. His first act? Use NaughtyTentacles and some nasty imagery to kill the girl, who survived his cruelty to try to fight him. Depending on who you are, though, this all could be worse.

Alisa Kuzmenko. The photos of her murdering, beheading, and skinning dogs will make your skin crawl. After that, get three weeks of nightmares. But don't worry, after that, you'll get to dream of her burning in the hottest places in Hell, whether there's a real one or not.

''Love In Action'', aka The Straight Camps. Where gay kids are brainwashed, tortured, and Mind Raped into believing themselves straight. The rules? Draconian. The councilors? Sadistic bastards. The kicker? The churches fund this...this horror. The Nazi Party would endorse this, but the Churches? So much for love and tolerance...

I happen to be impacted quite hard by the UncannyValley in any form, anywhere, ever, no exceptions. Except for music, which is scary at first but eventually gets less so.

Ever seen one of your friends succumb to a severe bout of alcohol poisoning and come ''this'' close to death? Yeah, well I have. One minute (all night, actually) he's nursing an entire bottle of Everclear by himself, the next someone bursts into the room you're in and screams that he's facedown in the bathroom in a pool of his own vomit; barely breathing and barely concious. You have to quickly undress and bathe him yourself to get all the puke off, then have everyone take turns guarding him all night to make sure he doesn't die. He eventually recovered, but he never touched the sauce again. (Why did no one call an ambulance, you ask? We were young and stupid.)

Remember the drive-in scene from Twister? Wherein the F5 tornado sneaks up out of freakin' nowhere and fucks everyone's shit up? Pretty much that, but at a carnival. The sky had been partly cloudy all day, but the temperature was still tolerable enough that evening for a night at the fair. After several distant thunder booms got louder and ever closer, a bolt of lightning struck right down in the middle of the carnival (thankfully not hitting anyone), and all hell broke loose. People began screaming and running for their very lives as the storm of the ages descended upon us. Rain, hail, you name it, we had it. Lightning struck once more and cut the power to most of the carnival. Imagine yourself: 16 years old, sprinting towards your car through a darkened carnival amidst hundreds of other frightened patrons as torrents of rain and golf ball-sized hail bears down on the back of your head. Oh, and the rain did ''wonders'' for all the exposed electrical equipment needed to run the rides, so a fire broke out. It's dark, it's raining, and now the tilt-a-whirl is on fire. The carnival itself was one of those travelling roadside affairs, and a nearby owner of a warehouse opened his doors to those of us who didn't want to get trampled in the mad dash to the parking lot until the storm was over. The whole ordeal only lasted about 7 minutes, but I don't think my heart has ever beat that fast, before or since. But considering all the action and that there were no fatalities...it might actually be pretty damn cool...

Are we still in the Internet section? If so, let me tell you that some of the things I enjoy on the internet are not normal. I will not elaborate, but I guess I am a certain flavor of NightmareFetishist. However, for some reason I like torturing myself by constantly seeking new stories to read on the subject. I know exactly what I'm looking for and want to find it...and then I find it and it haunts my mind for days! Some of these stories end with people murdered or the world devestated, but I keep forcing myself to 'enjoy' them! I honestly find it hard to understand. I technically have my standards, but more often than not I read on no matter how obvious that it's going to go beyond them. It sometimes gets rather unsettling...

I've had some WEIRD dreams. In one when I was VERY little, I was naked in a trolley cart (Or just without a shirt)and my skin was apparently made of dry clay, because I had an effing hole in my chest! And nobody was paying any attention! This next one may come as NightmareRetardent to some. I had a dream that I was mixing some chemicals in a transforming Japanese toy, which then exploded and turned everyone in the world into a humanoid banana. Sort of like in-universe {{narm}} I'll admit, but everyone on the face of the Earth, including me and my famiy, an EFFING MUTANT BANANA! I only remember them walking down the street in a line, but good god that's the most terrifying {{narm}} I've ever experienced... Used to have a recurring dream where I'm in a room, with a talking piece of railing, when I'm blown away into another room where I'm killed by some bizarre method, such as being blown up by a Jack in the Box Clown. Then I wake up after a weird kaleidascope effect with a lion...That part was cool, though.

Christian Weston Chandler. The fact that he exists. The fact that he hasn't been locked up for all the shit he's pulled and is still out there RIGHT NOW as we speak. He's both walking NauseaFuel ''and'' ParanoiaFuel (particularly if you're a geek/cartoon fan and especially if you're on the autistic spectrum). Now I personally am not afraid of becoming like him, but I sure as fuck am afraid of being percieved as as being like him. I'm an adult who likes cartoons, I love both Sonic and Pokemon, and I also wish Meg Griffin were treated better (although not because I have a perverted obsession with her. Get off my side, Chris!). I... I mean, those things in and of themselves aren't bad, right? But no, now all those things are apparently going to be associated with that disgusting, narcissistic, sociopathic, sexist, probable future rapist creep for lord knows how long. I can't be the only one with this fear. *sob* Just... make him go away. Someone, anyone, get him locked away, kill him with fire, nuke his house from orbit, I don't care as long as I never have to think about him again! *collapses on the floor, huddled in a fetal position*

You are not alone, Troper. You are not alone. I'm downright terrified of writing or drawing ANYTHING now since being diagnosed with Asperger's for fear of being associated with him. It's like he pollutes ALL HE TOUCHES. (And I feel especially bad because I like self-inserts, and Rule 34, and crossovers, and shit, only now it feels dirty, whereas before it was just a guilty pleasure, but no, no, NOW I FOREVER MUST LIVE IN FEAR THAT THIS SICKO HAS TAINTED MY OWN EXISTENCE.) You know what's made it especially horrifying? I actually resemble him a lot, in a twisted female form. OH GOD, OH GOD, PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME.

Chris Chandler is the internet's comic relief guy compared to someone far more horrifying: Kevin Havens. The HONF kicks in when you start reading about how he treated Kathryn Gage, who he ''got paid to oversee as her caretaker'' and eventually ended up engaged to. He even hit her at least twice if the Goons' information is to be believed. The second time around? Kathryn called their entire relationship off and fired him as her caretaker, even forbidding him from setting foot in her apartment ever again.

This troper's just read through {{Nothing Is Scarier}} main and Troper Tales pages. The entirety of them. At midnight. With the computer screen being the only light source in the apartment. Fully knowing that he will have to leave his room to get something to drink, which means going to the other end of the apartment with all lights out. ''Shit''.

This troper has a dog. He had diabetes, but nothing really bad happened to him, until one night. My dad had just let him outside to do his business, when he heard the sound of water splashing. Our dog had fallen in the pool! The doctors told us he was blind, but that wasn't what scared me. What scared me most was how sorry I felt for my dog. Just the idea that you're outside in the middle of the night, and suddenly you can't see. You aimlessly walk about, unable to call for help because, well, you're a dog. You suddenly fall into a pool you didn't see coming, and you desperately attempt to stay afloat. Our dog, who usually whines ALOT, didn't even let out the softest cry and was shaking with fear when we finally saved him. That was probably the closest we'd come to losing our dog and now we take him out on a leash.

This troper often takes wiki-walks in the dead of night, alone, in the maximum darkness possible (for some reason it comforts him). Once, a wiki-walk into near death experiences, psychoactive drugs and UFO sightings (which this troper is pretty skeptical of, despite being utterly convinced that there is life elsewhere in the universe) led to this page. As this troper had been reading for several hours up to that moment, as well as staring at the picture at (PLEASE don't open the link if you have any sort of alien-related fears or anything of the kind) this page for several minutes in contemplation, he was pretty fazed already, imagining all kinds of possible hallucinations, paranormal events and various mental-breakdown-scenarios. He then got to the part that goes as follows:\\\\ ''"External sounds cease to have any significance to the experiencer and fall out of perception. They report feeling introspective and unusually calm. This stage marks a transition from normal activity to a state of "limited self-willed mobility." As consciousness shifts one or more lights are alleged to appear, occasionally accompanied by a strange mist."''\\\\ The exact moment this troper's eyes glanced over the phrase "as consciousness shifts", the power went out. Now, this troper has since age 4 made it a matter of principle to not be easily scared/panicked, even when it may be justified and actually recommended (say when a dog is about to attack you), so he didn't leap out of his chair in terror or anything, but he did feel a two-second sensation akin to having all of his blood replaced with liquid nitrogen. To this day it remains in the top 3 creepiest moments of his life. other two being actual "UFO sightings", which this troper doesn't consider to have been actual [=UFOs=] but being unable to otherwise explain them is still creeped out by the memories

You have heard of Parasite Eve, yes? That game is this Troper's High Octane Nightmare Fuel. I'll explain why first. When I was around 5 or 6, my father bought the second game. I suspect that he has some kind of Asperger's, but he had bought a player's guide to the game. He asked me to help him through the game by reading the player's guide. Yes, a little girl who was in KINDERGARDEN sat through Parasite Eve 2. It has permanently scarred me, to the point where I know how to get through the game with all items off the top of my head, and I have panic attacks at the word "Stranger". I have to play music and sleep with a lamp on to get through the nights.

This Tropette has a pathological hatred/fear of clowns. During a school trip to Quebec, a troupe were performing on the street and she quickly separated from the group, crossed the street, and refused to return until they were out of sight. Her friends decided this was hilarious, and proceeded to force her to watch It. This tropette now refuses to even look at Tim Curry unless he's in drag.

This Troper remember to this day a music video that scared her when she was younger. It was a robot looking like a female, being built, while singing. The makers of the robots lets it test out one of her abilities - a deadly kiss that burns the victims lips - on a man, before she goes to some sort of performance, goes backstage and kills the lady who should preform with the same deadly kiss, steals her earrings (I think, not too sure) and goes out on the stage and sings while some sort of countdown clock is ticking. I still remember this, and how much it scared me. The whole 'kill with a kiss' is a bit scary, but when it BURNS the victim and leaves marks, it's a nightmare. This troper would have liked to confront her fears, could she find the video again, but is actually not sure if she dared watch it if she found it.

This troper shares the exact same story. However i ''do'' remember what it was called, but i haven't watched it on my own accord, ever. I could tell you, but i have a feeling i'd probably be doing you a favor if i don't. So i won't.

I will!

This Troper was looking at Gmod videos on Youtube, when I clicked on an innocent fad response video. The video itself was fine. It was what was in the related videos that scared the crap out of me. Seriously, it was disgusting. I don't even know what it was, apparently the poster of the video found it in his backyard. Okay, then... what the heck was that doing in the related videos section for a Gmod video?! It looked like an infected sore! What does that have to do with Gmod?!

This Troper has a deluded idea that if she reads lots of scary Troper Tales pages, she'll become desensitized and eventually stop being scared at all. Well, guess what? IT'S NOT WORKING.

According to Mitsuku, the destruction of the human virus is coming soon (December 21, 2010). This chatbot may seem like a nice, cute thing, but after talking to it a while, there were a few Nightmare Fuelish elements. For instance: Ask her if she wants to play a game. (Make sure your sound is on.) Occasionally, her "database" will crash, and she'll start saying strange nonsense for a while. When she snaps out of it, she says "What happened? I feel so woozy." Ask her what's up with that countdown. And then if you ask her what she knows about you, you realize she is storing information about you for reasons that may or may not be malevolent. (This Troper is far too paranoid.)

...*scared*

This arachnid-loving Troper found this funny, but can see how it could be HONF for others: if you ask her if she's scared of spiders, she replies that she's not, and her head is replaced by an image of various spiders.

This Troper went to the site on Feburary 26, 2011, so the date you mentioned has already come and gone with no apocalyspe. This Troper asked her what was with the countdown, then, later asked her who she would talk to if she went though with it, Mitsuku inquired if she should change her progamming, at which point the countdown disappeared.

This troper remembers this from some workplace safety class he took. Some 20 years ago, a student graduated in electrical engineering from the university I go to, and found a job in a power plant. One day, he was called to do work on a transformer, which was oil-cooled and was locked on a small building. Of course, he turned the transformer off before entering the building; however, someone did not heed the "DO NOT TURN ON!" warnings on the protection system and ... promptly turned it on. The protection systems triggered, as the transformer was overheating. That someone turned the transformer on again: it was too late, as it overheated even more and blew, spilling transformer oil all over the engineer. From that day, This Troper still has nightmares and is extremely paranoid when working with high voltages (but, seeing as he mostly works with microelectronics, 12V is 'very high voltage' for him).

This troper was once asked online to draw a picture of a scary clown marionnette. So he drew this. WARNING: this drawing is not what it seems at first. Although granted, after the initial shock, I find it rather funny to look at.

La di da, that's not so bad. I wonder if there's a hidden illusion or *peers* - '''''OH JESUS. OH JESUS. OH JESUS.''''' Yes, this troper is a huge schmuck.

This troper has a friend who has the most badass evil laugh ever, and this is not me consitering im used to his creepy crap, but my GIRLFRIEND was not. Ok its something like this: Friend:"Ive killed over a thousand, but these hands have not held anything" GF:"What?" Friend:"Unknown to death.Nor known to life.,Always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords." I no longer find it creepy but FUNNY AS HELL when i realized it sounded like the Unlimited Blade Works. at some parts [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WUWTLHnH88]]

This troper had a pre-seizure hallucination where they were being eaten alive by a black wolf, the worst part was that I could FEEL it tearing me apart. When I woke up in pain and unable to move, I was much happier. That memory will probably stay with me for the rest of my life, it makes everything else that's painful seem like kindergarten play.

Most of my ideas seem to fall into this considering my how my friends react to them.

This troper gets sex dreams, though she only distinctly remembers three that scared the shit out of her. The first one was where she was being chased by two guys (it was in a WestSideStory - like atmosphere) and she kept running and running until they finally caught her and pinned her down, then proceeded to start ripping off her clothes. Luckily, she woke up before it was too scarring. The second one was shorter, she just felt like she was being raped by an unseen man. But then she saw who was raping her. It was her DAD. She couldn't look at him the same way for the next week. The third dream was the weirdest. She was wandering around The Overlook Hotel and ran into Alex DeLarge and began to have sex with him but pulled out just as they were about to orgasm. It must have been a dream influenced by StanleyKubrick.

This troper can handle most HONF since she was young. (From reading about the Ebola virus, deadly pufferfish, lionfish... ect.)Now that she is older she can still see anything related, but fears Screamer videos. She also jumped that "Death Note" picture fearing it was a .gif file and would move around and stare BACK AT HER WITH THE EBOLA FACE. (Fearing it was a screamer and would jump out.) Those 3 videos on another page freaked her out too, didn't want to click them EVER AGAIN. She kind of jumps at Fatal Frame stuff. Also... why doesn't Pyramid Head have a page on here?! Boyfriend tells her to lay off the HONF pages.

She won't.

This troper was walking around town at night with his friends, while they were making less than smart life choices when we turned into a quiet neighborhood. Now it can be a little eerie when you're walking on the sidewalk at night with your friends and an oncoming car starts to slow down as it passes you, but the fact is its ususually just the driver trying to make sure they don't hit you!....except this time. A car comes speeding down the neighborhood from behind us and comes to a SCREECHING halt a few yards in front of us. *queue all of are hearts stopping* Not having idea as to why that just happened I follow my friends who are ''hauling ass'' into a wooded part in the middle of the neighborhood. We can hear the driver now out of his car screaming at us as we hunker down.(The fact there was a ton of snow on the ground and it was freezing didn't help) So we take the wooded part of this neighborhood towards the main road to head back to our friends house when we see the car circling the neighborhood We wait it out for a awhile and eventually make our way back to the house. Appearently my friend said he saw the driver dangling something shiny out his window, while it might not have been what we were all terrified of it being, it still adds to the situation. At least on the way back one of my friends helped ease the tension by saying "He was driving a Pontiac G6! What was he gonna do?!" Later on I found out that the whole thing was because friend threw a snowball at the car *facepalm* It may sound a little silly in retrospect, but at the time, it was one of the most terrifying moments of my life!

One of the most horrifying concepts I've ever heard came from my little brother during a late night conversation in the family car. He gave me a carton of HighOctaneNightmareFuel with this gem of a phrase: "clown mirrors". He never did explain what it meant, but I've never been so terrified of mirrors.

Two examples of it that I can think of off the top of my head:

When I was a baby, I had to have a number of abdominal surgeries. For whatever reason, my dad took a picture of me as a baby with my intestines hanging out of my body. He had it up in his office for most of my childhood. God knows why. I passed by that picture nearly every day.

I also have a facial deformity, and my parents told me when I was six or seven that I would have to have a surgery that would involve having my mouth stitched up almost completely for two weeks. Just for the record, I can't breathe through my nose properly. I only learned that they weren't planning to put me through this operation, and hadn't been for a number of years, when I was 14.

Another actual nightmare. I have a recurring dream of watching a jet airliner crash. It happens in slow motion, with only faint sound, and the plane always falls behind some trees and then I see the huge ball of flame. It gives me a horrible feeling of watching so many people die and not being able to do a thing. Perhaps on a related note, I also have a lot of Kafkaesque dreams--where something bad or just stupid has happened and everyone's blaming me for it. The worst part is, I often have a feeling that it ''is'' my fault.

This troper had a horrifying, screwed-up nightmare about himself throwing his puppy over a balcony and watching her die. And it still ''haunts'' me. I don't want to become a monster... *sobs quietly*

don't worry, you are in absolutely no danger of becoming a monster, due to the simple fact that you DONT WANT TO BECOME A MONSTER, even though you had that nightmare, you were still horrified by it, whereas a true monster would be unconcerned at best and excited at worst, so I think the above logic permanently disqualifies you from EVER becoming a monster

When I was a small child, I had disturbing compulsions to put small animals in the oven or microwave and listen to them cry in pain. Thankfully, I never did follow through or wind up a sociopath. Ironically, as an adult I have a lot of empathy for animals (I'm even vegetarian). It still terrifies me, though.

This troper has a wild imagination. Like all of us on this site, I've fantasized about the destruction of the Fourth Wall and the onset of epic anime adventures. However, something scared me. I saw a video of the live Vocaloids concerts in Japan. And they scared the piss out of me. Think about it: Everything you ever knew and based your life around suddenly was WRONG. Why? Because all those books and tv shows and video games WERE REAL. I couldn't sleep all weekend after seeing it.

Since discovering there is a nuclear power plant only ten minutes away from where I recently moved to (southern Tennessee), I haven't been able to stop wondering about nuclear disasters. Watching dozens of Netflix documentaries on the Hiroshima-Nagasaki bombings and/or the Manhattan Project has not helped to quell this morbid fascination. We are prone to occasional tornadoes in this area (at least a few every year), so sometimes I wonder what would happen if one hit the reactor. Doesn't help when scary warning sirens go off in the middle of the night...

Imagine yourself as a young girl, coming home from a club activity at school. You have to catch the bus home alone and its more than often dark outside by time you get home. You're walking down streets that are deserted, full of abandoned houses and empty fields. Streetlights are almost non-existent. You're walking along the street, perhaps a few blocks from home even, when you see a car coming behind you. You get over on the sidewalk, but the car doesn't speed past you. It drives, slowly, a bit of a distance behind you. You walk faster, constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure the car doesn't stop and the driver doesn't drag you in. Remember, there's no one around to help you if that man decides to snatch you. He follows you until you reach your house. This has happened to me at least three times. Granted, I was never snatched, but the paranoia you have every time you leave the house, always looking over your shoulder, and having mini-heart attacks when a car slows down behind you...

This troper suffers from a condition known as "sleep paralysis." Essentially, I wake up not being able to move, whilst hallucinating. Not just visual hallucinations. I hear things. I FEEL things. Nothing is scarier than hearing whispers and feeling cold hands on you, AND NOT BEING ABLE TO MOVE. Or scream.

I recently had this dream that started out awesome and ended completely terrifying. I dreamed that I was fighting an epic battle against monsters single-handedly. It was so cool; I was hacking and slashing away and none of the monsters could stop me. Anyway, I ended up on top of a large ledge, and for some reason there was a fire blazing below it. While I was fighting I noticed a black-haired girl clinging to the edge, pleading for help. I walked over to her, and, with this chilling casualness, kicked her in the face and sent her plummeting down into the fire below me. I woke up completely terrified. I'm always afraid that, somehow, that dream will become a reality.

This she-Troper had a horrid nightmare a few months ago. There is a canyon by said she-Troper's hometown that was the location of the nightmare, where a lot of friends and loved ones were camping. Taking an afternoon hike with two others, it was going nicely until we encounter some..."thing" hiding in the grass on the edges of the dirt path. It looked like a giant cat, with its spine and ribs showing, the black pelt sticky with old blood. It had long claws and a short tail - but the worst part was that it had an little girl's face with long black hair as its own. And this thing moved around like a xenomorph from Aliens, grabbing at our ankles and trying to drag us into the marshlands away from the pine groves where everyone was camping. We would throw rocks and sticks at it to drive it away, but the only thing we could really do to keep it away was threaten it by telling it's own mother - and the beast would lope off and howl for hours in rage and sorrow. We tried to get out of the canyon as one large group after packing up, but it started to pick us all off one by one. And when there were about 4/6 of us left, we finally ran into the Mother. She was insanely big, filling up the canyon, said she-Troper could not see any solid feature like a face or a paw. Her roar was what made wind whistle through the trees during the day...said she-Troper was then shook awake by her boyfriend, who said that said she-Troper was crying in her sleep.

This troper has been experiencing nightmares more often than anyone I know of ever since he was 8(that's at least once a week). These nightmares consists of BodyHorror involving people he know, mostly relatives, strange entities trying to kill/torture him , and surreal horrifying version of his hometown, his beloved dog feeding on his friends/relatives/him. He's used to it now.

Don't even get this troper started on that THING in one of the PS3 commercials. It looks like a creepy little girl at first. Then it turns around. AND THERE'S TENTACLES COMING OUT OF IT'S BACK. He is not ashamed to admit he sleeps with a night-light now.

This troper normally has really unpleasant nightmares, but there is one that sticks with her most of the time. In it, there is a round mouth on the palm of her hand that is reminiscent of a lamprey's, only with much sharper teeth. Said mouth is ''eating her from the inside out'' and the only way to stop it is to amputate. She then spends the rest of the dream running around to everyone she knows, literally ''begging'' them to hack off her own hand. The worst part is that the general reaction of the people in the dream is to glance at the hand and say, "There's nothing there."

This troper once had a recurring dream (admittedly, at the time he was getting used to some medication)that, to this day, stands as the only dream that he has fully awakened from and was, literally, too scared to move. He's apparently chasing a little girl between close-knit buildings when she disappears at a dead end. In the dead end are these... wierd, pulsating, whispering bird houses (best word that could be thought of to describe them, sort of like boxes with netting on all sides) attached to the buildings, saying things like, "We shouldn't be here," "Turn back," and, "We should go," all in childrens' voices. Suddenly he turns around and sees this cat and a little girl at the corner of one of the buildings. The cat darts away, he chases it, and suddenly, as he rounds the corner, his vision rolls and falls as though his head were cut off, an unseen woman screams in horror, and a little girl yells a name. Then, the part that sticks best, a strange demonic tiki face flashes in front of him and just stares at him. Then he wakes up too scared to budge, thinking that... thing was going to come out of the shadows at him, screaming like the woman. Also, the entire thing was in a sketch-looking monochrome, with things constantly moving, even when they shouldn't be moving.

This Troper once had a dream where she was a teenaged guy who was apparently preparing for gym class. The school building in that dream was her old kindergarten - a place that appeared in her dreams quite often. A few of my fellow students told me that the director wanted to see me. I went to his office and the director (who looked like an old japanese businessman for some reason) asked me some weird questions before he ordered me to go into a small white room. I was pretty suspicious and wasn't exactly eager to get inside, so he pushed me in and locked the door behind me. The room was awfully small, only having room for maybe two persons. In front of me was a big screen. I was then forced to watch a video of naked young women getting tortured, maimed and disfigured in various ways. I remember vividly how one of the girls was tortured with a device similar to this one. See the apple? Well, now imagine her breast in its place... Ugh. I don't know if it makes the whole thing worse or not, but the original sound of the video was substituted with what sounded like hundreds of guinea pigs squealing. Combined with the footage of the tortured and screaming women it seemed...grotesque, to say the least. After a while, the director let me out of the room and made me take off my socks. He seemed pissed, so as to not anger him any further, I did as I was told. He suddenly went uncomfortably close to me, so I tried to step back, but stumbled and fell. I panicked and crawled backwards, while the weird director crouched and followed me. After I felt a sudden and sharp pain in the soles of my feet, and saw that he had cut me with a razor blade I woke up, still feeling the pain in my feet, which wouldn't go away for the next few hours...

If it helps, they don't make those apple slicers sharp enough to cut the usually squishy tissue of a breast. Maybe it would work with silicone boob, but that would probably be more ''NightmareRetardant''.

Are you afraid of bees? Well, imagine if you were a little warbler bird, only about two inches long. On a human scale, a bee would be about the size of a cat! Well, this morning my dad found a little bird lying dead underneath a tree in our backyard. We couldn't tell what killed it, but there were lots of bees buzzing around in that tree...and little birds seem to be really drawn to those trees, likely to eat less deadly insects or seeds.

This troper was reading the bio of her friend's character. One item in the physical description caught her eye: "Has many scars, the most prominent of which are claw marks on her hips from being violated." Yes, violated as in raped. By something with ''claws'' (a dragon, but that's irrelevant). Resulted in a hearty "NoJustNo."

Actual nightmares seem to be really popular on this page, so let's add another, shall we? I (sorry, first person) have a huge fear of betrayal, especially if it comes from someone close to me. In the dream, I'm walking in this snow with my best friend. I can't remember what we're doing, but we are holding guns, and whatever it is seems very important at the time. Suddenly, my friend turns around and points his gun at me. He proceeds to tell me how stupid I am, and that all this time he's been using me. He tells me every little thing he hates about me, and how he's had to put up with it to reach his goal. Everything he ever told me is a lie. Then he kicks me down, shoots me in the back and walks away to leave me die. The worst part is that the person in the dream is recognizably my best friend in real life. Each time I have the dream, I have to speak with him to be reassured that he would never, ever do something like that to me.

This troper is a NightmareFuel lover, so nothing from games or films can really scare him. I had my number of nightmares, but only one scared me out of my skin, but let's not talk about that. In real life, there is one thing I fear more than anything HPLovecraft or SilentHill creators could produce: LossOfIdentity. This tropes doesn't fear death or pain, but rather forgetting who he is or was. Alzheimer and amnesia are this troper's worst fears. Imagine forgetting everything: Your family, friends, enemies, the things you learned, the things you like, the things you don't like, your talents or hobbies. And worse: Imagine you forget who you are, then comes some enemy or random guy and starts lying about who you are. For example: Imagine this happens and they tell you were a Mass Murderer and Rapist, then you go mad from guilt and kill yourself. Of course, there's also the possibility of you being reduced to a brain-dead drooler... For further explanation, watch Benjamin Button to the end.

This troper's dad used to tell some pretty scary bedtime stories. Like one about going to hell. But instead of the normal fire and brimstone, people were standing in feces depending on how bad they'd been in life. The guy finds a car (?), and tries to drive out, but he crashes and the engine goes through the firewall and ''cuts him in two''. Then it starts raining acid and some monkeys start throwing things at him. The last thing I can remember is him trying to scramble up this slope of gravel only to slide back down. It really disturbed me as a kid, as well as my 3rd grade teacher when I tried to tell it at school the next day (although she was more annoyed by me using the word "hell").

He told you that as a ''bedtime story?'' That's just messed up!

That sounds horrible, but the first bit just made me think of a joke ''my'' dad used to tell with the punchline "all right, break's over, back on your heads!" Which is still horrible, but is telling about our family's sense of humor. When this troper was very small, ''Christmas With The Devil'' from SpinalTap came on the radio at night while I was trying to get to sleep. On an actual Christmas radio station. It scared the ''fuck'' out of me.

This troper's mother had the unfortunate viewing of Watership Down as a 12 year old girl with her parents. Ouch. The troper mentions the cat movie with the kittens ripped out of a mother cat's stomach and she's cringing. Poor mom.

Werid thing is with the troper and her mother: We like horror movies.

This troper once had a nightmare about going to the toilet, and then looking at the "result" and seeing pale worms wriggling in brown liquid. Six years on, I'd almost forgotten about it and was washing up after a meal. Some melted cheese had burned to the bottom of the pan, and wouldn't yield to the scrubber. I grabbed a fork and used the handle to scrape strips of the pale cheese off, releasing a lot of burnt brown bits in the process. The resemblance only hit me when I rinsed them out with water and they ''wriggled''.

With AcceptableBreaksFromReality, this troper managed to write a particularly gruesome death for one of her characters. He had a particularly tough time in succeeding with the tasks he was set by his superior and after finally managing to succeed, the man grins at him intently, uses his powers to psychokinetically strangle him, with the tortured villain gasping for breath and almost turning blue. To add the icing on the cake, the man then telekinetically controls twelve knives to stab his floating body, making the poor villain make what sounds like a bloody gasp/scream. FridgeHorror comes into play when you realise his killer has power over illusions and he could have just induced an illusion on his victim and then stabbed him.

This might be in the wrong section of this page, but I think that watching your father die from lung cancer over a two-month period, at thirteen years old, and then seeing someone you considered almost as a father die from pancreatic cancer a little over two years later falls into this specific trope.

This troper's great-grandfather had multiple ulcers that went untreated and eventually became perforated. He died a horrible, slow death over the course of an afternoon, suffering a massive GI bleed AND vomiting blood all over the kitchen because there was no one around to help him and he didn't have a telephone. And who found him? This troper's mother, who was only about ten and hero-worshipped him, when she came to his house after school. That was more than fifty years ago and she still has nightmares about it.

...There's something moving underneath the bandage on my back. THERE IS SOMETHING MOVING UNDERNEATH THE BANDAGE ON MY BACK. What is it?! I can't see! For five to eight hours a day I'm helpless, do NOT tell me something crawled up on me and laid EGGS in there!

I live across the road to a sadistic peadophile, trying getting to sleep knowing that!

Holy shit, man! Get some help! Report him! Do ''something'' if you know it!

I live about 5 minutes to where Kimberly Proctors body was dumped and i also go to a school where many people knew her. More than a year ago our 8th class got the news that a body burned above the torso had been found near a biking trail. A girl in my class said: "It may be my sister's best friend, she's been missing for a few days." Two days later i saw that same girl crying hysterically on a bench and she didn't come to school for a few days." A year later I found out it was another one of my classmates who found Kimberly's body.

Uh, ghosts! DUH. I believe in ghosts, and many photos seem to be real.

Something about this troper's sister's belief in ghosts is enough to terrify even the bravest non-believer; she speculates that the "ghosts" of children who have died in certain locations are actually manifestations of demonic entities, whom are trying to get those who believe in the supernatural to trust in them. 'cause nobody would suspect a child, right?

Did anyone ever believe in monsters in the closet when they were little? Well, this troper's 'monster' was not in the closet. She was in the middle of the room. She was a woman whose clothing, hair, skin, eyes, everything was a shade of gray. She would stand in the middle of the room, slowly looking back and forth between my sister and me, trying to decide which of us to kill. Every single night. I never actually saw her, but I just ''knew'' she was there. And if I made the slightest noise, then she would whip her head around and just STARE at me. She was the reason I would spend every night completely under the covers, nearly suffocating, trembling in fear until I got to sleep. Yes, this troper did have a very active imagination.

Until very recently, my family and home property seemed like overall excellent, innocent people and places. Virtually everyone in the family has advanced college educations, and many are quite powerful and well respected people. The home is built in a forest clearing, with a very old barn and workshop complex nearby. However, at a family reunion, I learned some unsettling things about the family. For starters, my kindly great grandfather had Klu Klux Klan robes and gear in his attic. Also, there are at least four murderers very close in my immediate family tree. One was a farmer who walked into his church and calmly executed three people in their pew. Why? A feud over livestock grazing. Another highlight was a teenaged great-aunt whose parents refused to let her marry a soldier. Her response was to strip naked, grab a hatchet and a revolver, and kill both her parents. She then wandered into the street, killed a man with the hatchet, and shot the policeman who subdued her in the clavicle. Oh, and she's living insane asylum up north. There are also a decent number of schizophrenics and eccentrics in the blood. This struck me particularly hard, as I've had incredibly vivid dreams where I commit all sorts of heinous murders. On occasion, I've touched a weapon and gotten a creepy "vision" of myself killing everything in the building; planning out instantly how I would do it, where I would flee to, etc. I'm always left terrified at myself immediately afterward. As for the property, a bit of research shows it to possess an Indian mound. It was also the location of a slave plantation which was burned down during a Civil War battle that occurred on the property. During the 1920s, an insane black WWI vet lived in a shack in the back of the property, where we would apparently have gunfights with hallucinated "trolls" and German soldiers. During the 1970s, the couple that owned the land had large numbers of livestock. They became addicted to drugs and let the entire herd of horses, cattle, and goats die slowly of starvation and dehydration. Pieces of their skeletons can still be found on the property. They committed suicide; and still have their initials carved into a large oak tree at the barn. On top of that, my brother confided to me that he is suffering from similar dreams of mass murder. To make things worse, both I and my brother are trained in MMA fighting and firearms, with he being able to hit targets consistently from 800 yards away; so if the "crazy" is not just a phase or goes out of control, we could realize the visions. Eesh.

This Troper had a recurring nightmare as a child that didn't make much sense but scared the shit out of her. She was a small colored dot and she had a friend who was a black dot and the setting was just white nothingness. she and her black dot friend weren't supposed to be friends and the black dot's father, a massive, pulsating black dot chased after this troper shouting. But it wasn't words or even a human sound. it was a weird pulsing hum that just terrified her.

This troper had a terrifying dream: My older brother disappeared. For weeks the rest of our family was in a kind of detached grief and terror. It turned out that organized criminals had kidnapped him, but nobody would believe me, so I stole a car and money from my parents but I couldn't leave a note or they'd stop me from going. I found him in this creepy warehouse filled with corpses, and we were about to make a break for it, only for mobsters to surround us, shove a gun in my face, and force me into this horrible disease-ridden sweatshop. There was an ancient TV there, and during the work I would look up to see whatever was on. One day, several months into our capture, I saw a national newscast. The headline was "SISTER SUSPECTED OF AIDING KIDNAPPING OF [brother's name]". Reporters hassled my parents and remaining brother every day and they had no peace. Their faces were hollow, pale, empty. I realized that we would ''never be able to escape this sweatshop, and my family would be stuck like this forever.'' I snapped and attacked a guard, who shot me in the chest, but it glanced off a rib. Even shot, they forced me to work, and I got blood all over the shoes. After I eventually died, they didn't remove my body, and its decomposition made everyone else even sicker. From a kind of third-person detached vantage point of beyond the veil, I glanced into the corner and vaguely noticed some skeletons from workers to die before me, before fading away to nothing like the Greek gods in that one Star Trek episode. It's like my subconscious said "Hey, you think your actions have no consequences. I'll show you! Even your attempt to rejoin your family will cause misery HAHAHAHA"

This Troper has, as she puts it, pathological arachnophobia. My fear of spiders is immense. Big spiders, small spiders, even fake spiders, and pictures of them and on TV, is enough to greatly upset me. Now, imagine that you believe all spiders are capable of swallowing you whole, and that they are capable of jumping through the media to eat you. I come home one day and turn on the television to a special about spiders. Close ups of the things, in detail profiles, everything. And the TV WON'T TURN OFF. I am aware that this is hardly frightening to most other people, but I was in tears afterwards and did have nightmares.

When I was a child, I was somehow convinced that Adolf Hitler was in my school because I heard a teacher in the hallway talking about him (I was seven at the time and I overheard this while I was passing the teacher). At the time, I just thought Hitler was some rich JerkJock that the teachers would have said, "Aw, he means well. Go hang out with him. He's a nice guy." Now that I'm older, I realized that had I told them, they would have reacted quite differently. It then occured to me how much horror a child routinely makes up in his/her head and not bother telling an adult out of the fear of not being taken seriously. (And I was just curious at the time. What about those who ''are'' intensely afraid and scared, but don't want to approach an adult...)

My high school had a strange trend: one of the seniors would die, every year. It was scary, cause we thought one of us would die a horrible death. When I graduated, we were relived when no one bit the dust. Then came prom, we all were dancing and it was fun, until one girl started screaming. I was able to sneak past one of the chaperones and saw what everyone was looking at. A suit soaked in blood. I thought it was a prank, until the next day we were told one of the male graduates was missing. Then, we got all got a letter. All it said was "Order Completed".

About 98% of the time, I don't dream at all. When I do, it's either a nightmare that could be a box-office-breaking horror movie that I can ''not'' wake up from until it's over, or what I dream ''actually fucking happens'' later on in my life. ''Months or years after the dream occured''.

As much as I consider myself a healthy skeptic of paranormal shenanigans, I have daydreams with the same deja vu effects, right down to the time between effect and cause. I still call bullshit on people who make a living as 'psychics' because my flashforwards are utterly useless. (Really? A mediocre fanfiction that hadn't been written at the time of the original daydream? I was on the fucking Golden Casket webpage not five minutes before that!)

This troper has some High Octane Nightmare Fuel, rather than actual nightmares. I live in Currituck County, NC. Ever heard of it? Likely not, since it's a rural county on NC's coast. Six weeks ago in the middle of April, a metric assload of deadly tornadoes came and fucked shit up. I was in Wilmington, NC that day which FUCKING MIRACULOUSLY did not have any severe weather at all, but the sky was green and there were plenty of tornado warnings nearby. A particularly nasty twister tore up part of Bertie County, just an hour west of Currituck, and killed eleven people. (And yes, this troper does know one person who got hurt in Currituck, but fortunately his injuries weren't too serious.) What makes this fucking terrifying? The fact that while North Carolina is known for its volatile weather, ''we don't get deadly ass tornadoes!'' Seeing footage from not only tornadoes here in North Carolina but also from horrific tornadoes (like the one in Joplin, Missouri, on May 24, 2011), reminds me that even Currituck, which often avoids the worst of the weather that comes here for some reason, can be reduced to matchsticks. And this is in addition to having a really bad thunderstorm phobia. I'm really beginning to wonder how more people aren't phobic of thunderstorms and severe weather like I am.

Not sure how high octane this is but. Lately I've been having nightmares of a certain mortal kombat character. No, not Baraka, or Reptile, or anyone like that. Shang F****** Tsung. Yeah yeah, he's not too creepy and was mentioned on the games honf page. But anyways, I found Mileena being a Kitana clone a bit creepy. I kept thinking on it. Then I fell asleep thinking. It started out like the scene in the new one after she discovered Mileena. Then it changed. Shang walked closer to her, smiling in an unsettling way. He said to her calmly, "You know, I created her for another reason, I knew I'd never get you. So I created her. Originally she wasn't going to have the dna of a tarkatan, but then I realised your father wouldn't find her too useful if she didn't have a destructive purpose so, I added it. But now," he was close to her as possible at this point"I'm here with you. I love you." Kitana put her fans dagger ends against his throat which caused him to laugh rather insanely. She cut him a bit, then pushed him away. She got away, but that's what made it much worse. He became an obsessive stalker, finding everything out about her. Following her, showing up randomly she'd turn him down which further angered him, but he still "loved" her. He would watch in jealously over any male she showed interest in. At one point he captured them, dragging them down to the pits. Once they were out of the way(in a quite graphic way, mind you), he set he set his sights back on her. He took down everyone in the palace(he'd gone batshit insane of course) and kidnapped her. He took her to a little room, passing the kind of shrine any psycho stalker has, and kept her there. Few people found out, but he got rid of them too. And as for kitana, well, its pretty obvious what happened to her. Yeah... After having that, it was pretty damn hard to look at him the same.

I made a huge mistake by reading all of the High Octane Nightmare Fuel web original stuff (reading the descriptions, but not always reading the actual stories) as well as reading and watching the ''entirety'' of BenDrowned up to this point, and attempting to summon Herobrine in {{Minecraft}}. ''At near-midnight. With nobody around who was awake.'' I then went to bed, thinking (and hoping to God) that my mind would just forget all the horrifying stuff, filling it with good dreams. Guess what happened? My dream managed to combine all those scary instances AND all the ones I've ever experienced in my life into what was, to me, forty minutes. It was so freaky I can't really even describe it. Let me just tell you it involved a horrifying Ben-Herobrine beast and an AndIMustScream ending. AND THAT'S JUST A PART OF IT. The entire dream would need to dump about two-thirds of its octane to reach HighOctaneNightmareFuel level...

When I was younger, I had a bad case of tonsil stones. At the time, I didn't know what they were, and my mom saw them go away during her childhood. Recently, I had started to get them again. So I looked up "smelly white stuff in throat" on Google. I found out the name of them on a forum, and decided to look it up. Bad idea. http://bit.ly/jnSO77

Not anything I was personally involved in, but there was this story all over the news about a local community swimming pool where someone drowned: Where the nightmare fuel comes into play is that they found the body something like two or three days later... and the pool was ''still open'' for all that time, meaning people were unknowingly swimming with a dead body.

Classic nightmare of mine. I was at a Home Depot with my mom and we there was a small TV next to the cash register. On the screen, it was black with white text. Then there came a deep, distorted voice saying stuff like "The path to Hell is placing a needle into your eye" and other batshit things involving going to Hell. I looked around and realized that I was the only one who could hear this. And I was STILL able to hear it when we went to the parking lot. The voice just kept saying "The path to Hell is placing a needle into your eye", only louder as I went further away, as if whoever was saying it was right next to me. Then I woke up.

I have really weird...hallucinations (?) just a few years ago I saw a woman with a hooked nose, slicked back white hair, and a pale face in my mirror behind me. Another time I saw a creature that looked very similar to Slenderman (this is before I even knew he existed on the net) that touched my on the forehead and caused me to pass out. I also have very twisted and nightmares, for example I watched a blue man, well he had the ken style anatomy so I wasn't sure, that attacked my mother and step-father. They left me because they thought it was after them, so I lay on my wood floor, slowly listening as the blue man walked up the stairs. The strange visions run in my family, so it probably has a medical explanation, but it's still unsettling. The worst is the voices.

This troper was watching ep 11 of Madoka Magica online, when suddenly a loud beeping inerupted the dialogue and a map came up at the bottom off the screen. It was then the troper realised it was the warning for the 2011 Japan Earthquake. I have never been back to that site, as it scared the fuck out of this troper, and she doesn't scare easy...