''"Female rapist? THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!"'' That was this Troper right there in in 2009 during a Humanities class. What? It's the same as making the first move a little ''too'' quickly...

This troper's aunt is made of nightmare fuel. She has three different names that she uses for different moods and none of us are really sure which one is real. She talks to everyone like she's reading Mother Goose stories to them. She decorates her house with the heads of game animals (she isn't a hunter.) She gets extremely upset over small issues (table manners, being called 'ant', etc.) Not to mention my uncle was afraid to leave his dog alone with her for fear that she would hurt it. And this is a man who's skilled in several forms of martial arts, and just an all-around badass. My best friend's child-self probably also counts. I've seen her journals/folders from elementary school and most of her stories involve death. The pictures are pretty demented and sometimes straight-up gory.

This troper admits that he often drew pictures like these, most notably a huge cave filled with monstrous bats with human remains on the floor, an ''enormous'' monstrous bat with mangled, bloody human limbs hanging from its mouth (yes, this troper had a bat fixation), and a painting of his brother and sister kicking around his severed head, with the decapitated body in the background, and lots of blood.

My nickname is 'The Serial killer'. It stems from a number of things. For one, I've always drawn graphic artwork since year one at school. I always wrote gory horror stories since year one as well. I've always been a rather morbid person and supposedly I have a 'killer's walk' (I seem to walk rather rigidly sometimes in a manner which some find creepy and others funny.) I also listen to death metal 24/7 and have a terrible knack for using black comedy and DeadBabyComedy.

Anybody who went to school with this troper will remember his infamous Cap Man series of stickman comics. I found some of them a while back, and worried myself.

This troper is currently (April-May of '09) starring in a ten-minute play that has him playing Tony, a man with a fetishistic love of his couch. Belly-down, glasses askew, humping and fervently kissing a couch's cushions has been one of the most fun and liberating experiences of my life.

This troper would probably make a pretty poor babysitter as he has a strong fascination for scary children's stories. He also has a fondness for telling others that some children might be {{Artificial Human}}s posing as normal kids or changelings created to replace children kidnapped by fairies.

This troper had (and still has) a habit of drawing various things, from comics to pictures of dinosaurs and aliens to war-related pictures. Sometimes they get quite freaky.

This troper wrote viciously squick-filled erotic fanfiction at the tender age of 14, eventually quitting before 17. Looking back, there are four and only four words I can say: "God I'm fucked up"

This troper always wondered if it's legal for minors to read erotic fiction they wrote themselves.

That would have been an ''excellent'' question for this one up to a few months ago.

You can take as precedent the fact that the actress who starred in the 60's film version of Romeo and Juliet was [[UrbanLegend not]] allowed to attend the premiere, due to the fact that she was underage and the film featured several brief instances of topless nudity. ''Her own!''

This troper has a fairly dark and twisted mind, but usually keeps it under wraps for the most part (just don't get her angry; her way of stress relief is imagining people's heads exploding). However, there was one time in a Sociology/Psychology/Anthropology class where the class was discussing the pros and cons of having children. Everyone got into groups and drew pictures and captions and that, then presented their ideas to everyone else. So, this troper and her partner (poor guy), went up and listed off things. On the pro side, her partner had put "watching them grow"...on the con side, this troper bluntly (and innocently, really!) "watching them die", marked with a semi-cartoony gravestone. The silence and sudden awkwardness was enough to tell this troper that she'd obviously said something disturbing. After finishing and sitting down, she turned to her partner and asked if she was a morbid person. Answer? "Yeah." Truthfully, it was from watching so many shows and that where parents got depressed and grief-stricken when their children died, with them lamenting how much it hurt to see them die before themselves.

This troper, at the tender age of four, entered Kindergarten. We kept 'journals' which were little blank books to draw a picture in every day and the teacher would label our drawing. Around Thanksgiving I drew a big brown scribble, labeled by the the teacher as 'turkey'. Okay, normal enough, except the drawing for the next day was a gigantic red scribble titled 'turkey blood'. I still have the little book somewhere. It took quite a few explanations before I figured out why other people found it creepy.

Not ThisTroper but ThisTroper's Friend created a 4 year old alter ego named "Joey" who would draw the most disturbing pictures, including one wherein ThisTroper was killed so that "Joey" could wear his "perfect hair". Needless to say, Joey was ThisTroper's personal Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant!

And now another person will make it worse by suggesting that this "Joey" might've been somewhat {{Yandere}}. Feel free to kill me for this.

Back before Columbine, this troper did 'How to blow up Local Mall' as a 'How To' assignment in high school. Probably affected by the opinion that the nature of all the school's assignments were third grade in nature. This troper is lucky he wasn't tossed in the padded room.

Right before that event this Troper was planning to make a Duke Nukem 3D level that featured the layout of his high school and fighting the aliens laying siege to it. That idea got axed for obvious reasons.

This troper's mother works as an art teacher for children with emotional difficulties. You can bet she got a ''lot'' of these after 9/11.

This troper once acted as one. The class was to divide into groups and draw pictures/list the good and bad things about having kids. On the positive side, she had "watching them grow up"...while on the other side, she had watching them die. She thought it was innocent enough, however, the teacher, the class, and her partner didn't seem to think so.

This troper is prone to freaking people out with random, extremely out of place, macabre observations. I also appearently have a creepy laugh and am prone to staring at people.

A kid this troper met once talked casually about how he wanted to go back in time, kill Da Vinci and take credit for the Mona Lisa. He was going to do the same thing for Hamlet, Star Wars, and moon rockets.

This troper drew bloody massacres when she was a child, often adding the red fountains of blood with glee, which disturbed her mother quite a bit. She also had a morbid fascination about dead people, drawing elaborate funeral rituals for her characters. It's only gotten worse as she grew older. (Exploding heads are fun to draw!)

This troper has disturbed several people with his looks and laugh. In every photo he has ever taken, people have claimed he looks like a serial killer because he refused to smile. After a horrible Thanksgiving break, someone made the mistake of asking him how it went. He proceeded to laugh like a psycho. He was begged to never laugh like that again by 6 fellow students.

This troper drew Sally and Zero from ''TheNightmareBeforeChristmas'' all over her name card in the third(?) grade. Seeing all those stitched-up body parts freaked ''myself'' out; fortunately no one seemed to notice. In high school I doodled a very Gothic cover for ''The Scarlet Letter'' which deeply unnerved one (presumably very Christian) after school tutor; he nervously asked me to put it away. These days I unnerve my roommate with a rather evil laugh.

When this troper was seven years old, she won a contest to design an anti-smoking poster and have it made into a real one. Her design showed a giant cigarette standing in the doorway of a family house, with someone taking its hat and coat and the caption "Would you invite a serial killer into your house?" The judges loved it and she got second prize, but her family found the poster so creepy they refused to put it up in the house or show anyone else.

This troper loves monsters. He often likes to make up monsters and draw pictures of them. Most of which come out extremely twisted and disturbing- almost Tim Burton-esque.

Hazuki mostly keeps to herself, but has been known to creep out onlookers and family with her grasp of just how badly the world's political, economic, and human rights institutions are fucked up. This doesn't make her this trope so much as it makes damn near everyone else in the country ignorant. On the other hand, she has *also* scared the Hell out of onlookers with her habit of going from calm to coldly, incredibly angry without a layover in berserker territory first...and then there's her habit of talking about how so-and-so are going to Hell, describing some of what she would do to them if she were the Devil, and so on. This is not helped by her being six feet tall, constantly moody, and unapproachable. Has been compared to "a chapstick dyke Alucard [of Hellsing fame] in jeans and a t-shirt" on occasion.

It's nice to see some intelligent people in the world. Also, I second the descriptions and the sudden mood change.

This bi female troper finds you extremely attractive.

I have once scared someone on a fourm just by saying, "good night, and may the angels protect you from the evil within while you sleep" in a fancy text. He said it scared him because he was an atheist. So an atheist scared an atheist with text that sounded religious. Also, I can't really draw at all, but if I could, I bet I would've scared a lot of people, I always had weird things in mind that I wanted to draw.

Is it wrong that I just sniggered at the idea of an atheist being afraid there were no angels to protect him?

This troper's favorite thing about New York City is the hunchbacked, hook-nosed old man who busks in the subway banging out bizarre music on a keyboard and commanding a virtual army of scary little dolls that move in time with the music. He is ''straight'' out of a Victorian children's story and inspires, in this troper, a reaction akin to Zim's cry of "THE MADNEEEESSSS".

People seem to find this troper's stare creepy.I wonder why?

After being angered by a classmate, this troper drew a cute cartoony picture depicting herself beating said classmate's face into a desk, complete with a puddle of blood and the classmate's teeth being knocked out. She could honestly not see why others found it disturbing. To make things stranger, this was drawn when she was a high school senior, and really should have been old enough to know better.

When This Troper was little, she spent a lot of time drawing. A large portion of those drawing depicted dragons, snakes, and wolves trapping and/or devouring bunnies and mice. But mostly bunnies. She also had a creepy fascination with the digestive system, and would draw all these cross section type things of dragons and other large predators. When seeing a trailer for The Ring, and the bit about drawings, her mom commented, "She should see some of your stuff." She also has some art of enslaved, crying animals carrying heavy loads tacked up on my wall. Fun.

This Troper's mum is an Attendant in that she'll mention horrible things along with more fun ones. For example, after a graduation a few years ago, some got drunk and one almost drowned in the pool. Mom suggested that Troper's brother shouldn't drink too much so he fell into the pool, with a big smile on her face. This Troper only laughed at that because she didn't know about the drowning incident. Funnily enough, the Troper herself thinks that she should be the Attendant of her class - she was pretty upset at hearing from another classmate that one of the other girls would be more likely to murder somebody than Troper, when it's the other way around... but on the other hand it should be High Octane Attendant as she knows about it herself - sometimes she ends up hitting herself or dragging in her hair as self-punishment for imagining her murdering her best friends. Granted, there's always BerserkerTears, but still...

This troper was kind of accidently an attendant. She didn't intend to freak people out, but she was a very literal minded and unfortunately world-wise child. So when asked in second grade to draw a picture of what could happen if a person didn't wear a seatbelt, she drew a very realistic picture of a car crash, with flames from the ruptured gas tank, blood, body parts, someone wedged halfway out the windshield, etc. The next year, when asked to draw a tornado, she drew a tornado devastating a landscape, complete with sucking up unfortunate people and animals who had been in the house. Hey, if you don't want to see what it really looks like, don't ask for it!

This troper likes doodle stuff. Mostly his drwaings tend to be completely harmless, with just abstract shapes, stick figures, or if he has more time in his hands cartoony dinosaurs, aliens or demons. But occasionally he does some pretty creepy stuff, ranging from nuclear explosions and meteor impacts to people that are not quite human (often missing eyes or just having empty eyesockets) with creepy expressions, and various Lovecraft-inspired things (often Nyrlathotep on one of his many forms).

This troper was the only person in his literature class to attempt to justify The Lottery. "They're trying to stone her to death." "Yes, but there must be a reason." Apparently, I smiled when I said that, and it was quite creepy.

This troper has drawn, among other things, a cross between a fox and a rabbit feasting on the flesh of a freshly killed deer-like animal (not very detailed, thank goodness), a face with the locations of the eyes and the mouth switched (ending with two mouths and one large eye), and an otherwise very attractive boy with no eyes. Not empty sockets. Just flesh.

This troper, who tends to act cheerful and empty-headed in public, then disturbs people by drawing unusual things. For example, a giant Rube Goldberg-style machine ending with a line of people walking into the mouth of an immensely fat man with several rows of teeth, a headless, winged saxophonist carrying a stopsign, an aztec-esque sketch of people bowing down to something gigantic, tentacled, and shadowy, and me with a USB flash drive stuck in the side of my head.

This troper has started creeping ''himself'' out with his own artwork - very few other people get to see his notebooks, but they've started including stuff like a classical doctor teaching his students about the anatomy of the torso using a ''screaming patient with his skin peeled back and tacked into place''.

This troper loves her anatomy lesson sketches <3 I may be the only person I know of who not only really digs anatomical venus figures, rather than being creeped out by them, but would also totally spring for owning one.

Once, in her younger years, this troper decided to tell her little sister a bedtime story. It involved the morbid death of a character from a TV show they watched back then. When she got to the part where he was stuck behind a truck filled with boulders, she started..."And out popped..." Her sister finished happily with "His ribs?" Griffin, shocked, said, "No! Boulders from the truck!" She then described in detail how he was crushed and how his friends dug him out, finally finding his crushed hand...she's mellowed a little now.

Just the other day, this troper decided to draw a collage of creatures who live in a dimension ruled by nightmare fuel. Among the creepier inhabitants are a spider with an extra pair of fangs on top of its head, a sort of elongated frog that looks like it has various spikes and bone shards protruding violently from its skin, and what looks like a cross between a starfish and a harlequin fetus. Needless to say, when this troper's girlfriend saw this page, she suggested I make another one populated entirely by cute animals. So he did...and then began devising ways that these new animals could be even more dangerous than anything on the other page.

This Troper (who edits so much he should probably get his own page) has always been like this. A good deal of the creatures he has drawn look most like skinned dogs. Highlights of my career include drawing another kids house on fire back in third grade (that got me suspended :) ), several tentacled plague-beasts, a murderous axe-wielding bride ''a la'' Haunted Mansion and a bloodstained little girl with a knife in one hand and a teddy bear in the other.

This troper (who can't draw at ''all'') has a speech issue of some sort where, instead of saying the word she means, she'll say the word she was thinking of before she spoke. This has resulted is sentances such as "Can you please hand me the knife...I mean the hairbrush." It dosen't help that she's a complete KnifeNut. She also has yet to learn that "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" and "Getting Away With Murder" are probably not the best songs to sing public.

And her little sister seems to be turning into one of these. In between her stories about fluffy bunnies and kittens she'll tell stories about people falling to their deaths or getting eaten alive.

This Troper, when she was in second grade, made lunch place mats for the kindergarten class. It was Halloween. She didn't know why, but her teacher decided that, after seeing her pictures, she should hand off the lunch mats to someone else to make. She grew up and continued making evil pictures that made her classmates pale and her art teacher ask the school councilor to talk to her.

This Troper, at the age of 9, freaked out many, many people in a supermarket by hiding behind a rack of clothes and, when asked why I was there, proceded to tell them (in great detail) how I was hiding from the family of the people I'd murded. Combined with my extremily spooky stare&grin, and my ability to hid in the tiniest gap when security or staff tried to look for me, I've made quite a few people scream.

I was once asked to let my teeth show when I smiled for a photo. Apparently, my expression was scary enough that I was immediately asked by the exact same person to never do it again. It was a group photo for choir, too, so it's not like it was one of my friends cracking a joke, either.

This Troper's older brothers had down pictures of monsters when they were little, and thus got me into it. Now, the monsters weren't too creepy, no (they usually looked like cheesy-looking worms, birds, or even circles with a face and horns). The problem was they were attacking stick figures. The even '''bigger''' problem was that there was sure to be people burning, bleeding, and—my favorite back then—some guy with his head stuck on one horn and his body stuck on another, still screaming for help. ''Shudder...'' Sometimes I wonder if I had a messed up childhood... Good thing was, they were always drawn with pencil...

A childhood bout of schizophrenia is seriously the only way this pacifist vegetarian troper can explain her (otherwise comfortable and normal) childhood being dominated by an obsession with torture, oppression, and death. The most iconic example was a drawing of a machine designed to torture people to death in horrific ways with industrial efficiency - beaten, cut, scalded, dismembered, skinned, suffocated, and burned alive. ''[pause]'' Well, see ya.

While very mild compared to some of the people on here, in elementary school this troper would often talk about an imaginary character named Bob the Happy Gerbil. After a while, he got bored of that, and started talking about Bob the Unhappy Gerbilcube. Bob was unhappy because he was a cube. Bob was a cube because he fell into a trash compactor.

More like FetishFuel station attendant, but that doesn't have a Troper Tales page. Yet. Apparently I draw girls with more cleavage than I intend to show.

The kid I babysit loves Disney princess,Batman, and kittens. But in her spare time, she sings about the devil and murder in the most adorable voice ever. And she is only three.

This troper still hasn't got the hang of what creeps people out and what doesn't. She is still learning to hold civil conversations with normal people after a 3 year period (between the ages of 11 and 15) spent either silent or yelling at people. She fears only deep water, and has no squick response to anything except incest. She keeps forgetting other people do when she brings up topics of conversation. Coupled with her fangs - she basically, for all intents and purposes, looks like a vampire when she smiles - this leads to a lot of "no, really, can you stop doing that?".

This troper has a ten year old brother who is adorable, even when he goes on about horrific murders and BodyHorror as well as demons and insects. The worst thing is that he also is very loud so you cannot shut him out and have to listen to him go on about all the stuff. This troper is very, very happy that she is very hard to terrify.

Most of A Random Serf's college friends agree that he is Nightmare Fuel (literally, in at least one instance). His creature doodles and Spore creations come off as scary even when he is going for cute, and his rubberface (particularly any smile that shows teeth) and certain adopted voices do not help matters.

This troper had a day sitter before and after school that he didn't get along with. The year after he left, he was persuaded by his English teacher to enter a Halloween short story contest, with the winning entries published by the school newspaper. Not confident he would win (he felt there were MUCH better writers in his class at the time,) he crafted a story about being led by aliens to the sitter's house, where he was ambushed and eventually killed the lead alien, revealing it to be said sitter. The story included accurate descriptions of her car, her house including her exact address, and a bastardized version of her name. It won. Oops.

This troper drew a picture of a demon, she draws it alot, but for some reason this paticular picture gave her younger brother nightmares for ''months''. She's not a paticularly good artist when it comes to animals (the demon is a scarlet dog/wolf thing with a white face, black eyes and no mouth btw) the aforsaid demon had it's face pressed up against a window in which a family could be seen... in the demon's eyes you could see what it was thinking... which happened to be it murdering the family. Lovely.

As children, my brother and I created a little universe with our Legos. The protagonist was a rich merchant/necromancer that sold his hands to the devil in return for immense dark powers, which he then used to create twelve rather nightmarish skeleton guards. He also has a penchant for living in some of the most menacing-looking fortresses that can be made by a 7-11 year-old. Of course, after having seen our early drawings of hideous mutants and various malicious entities with similarly evil magic powers and weapons, it's no surprise that the Legos turned out how they did. It's also not surprising that in middle school I took a heavy interest in toxic plants, demonology, and cryptozoology. All of these previous interests manifest in some way in a book I am now writing at age 19, a central character of which is identical to that evil little Lego man from years ago (except he has hands).

This troper really doesn't realize she's doing anything out of the ordinary. Really! She doesn't see anything creepy about licking pudding off of butcher knives. Other people do.

This Troper knows a thirteen-year-old girl obsessed with Sonic and Pokemon who is immature to the point of stupidity, thought a thesaurus was a kind of dinosaur, and tried to bite through a rock. She loves writing stories about Sonic characters that can transform into Pokemon, or Pokemon OCs in Warriors-style clans... and in one of those stories, has lately been cheerfully going on about two new characters who are the product of date-rape (one of the characters was unconscious when they, well, mated) between a forty-year-old female and her ''eleven-year-old nephew''. MASSIVE squick for This Troper and her [saner] friends.

This Troper loves to draw realistically, and does many art projects in her English class. By the end of the year, there were three complete "works": one was a character book of the dead in RomeoAndJuliet, another illustrated the punishment of Penelope's suitors, and the last was of the travelings of a certain piece of body horror.

This troper likes drawing, and was one of those brats who would get done with her schoolwork obscenely early and then loll around at her desk, looking bored or drawing. She decided one day that this time could be better spent by practicing drawing things more realistically. Somehow, this turned into drawing ''horrific injuries'' more realistically. The fact that I made no attempt to hide the drawings coupled with the few times a day that I would pause, poke at my arm for a few moments to see just how far the radius would protrude if it were to be catastrophically splintered made for a few strange looks from the surrounding classmates (and one talk with my amazing physics teacher that pretty much amounted to, "So there's a guy with half of his face burned off on the back of this test you turned in. ...You're not gonna set the school on fire, are you? ...Are you sure? Okay, go back to your seat.")

In retrospect, I must have been quite the nightmare fuel station attendant as a small girl. I had what can only be described as a fetish for being eaten alive, and often drew vivid, colorful crayon pictures of topless monsters with too many arms eating small animals. I had a fascination for classical paintings of hell and executions, and hummed and talked to myself at a near constant rate. When I played, the stories I told myself were often about orphans escaping horrible, gruesome fates, and then dying anyway. I was a CreepyChild, full out.

In school, I had this substitute teacher. Former marine. Real tough guy, liked to tell the class stories. Well he told us this one thing, about Nuclear Weapons. He said that Russia had three nuclear warheads for every state in the United States, and then proceeded to tell us exactly where they would probably strike. One kid asked "Would that hit us?" to which he responded, "Oh yes, here in (My Town) we'd be killed instantly". He thought this was a delightful anecdote.

Similarly, at Space Camp, this troper's team had a StepfordSmiler officer from Air Force Space Command come in to talk to us about the military's activities in space. At one point, he mentioned that he knew the Range Safety Officer at Cape Canaveral, and proceeded to very cheerfully detail how his friend's job is to push a button blowing up the space shuttle should anything go wrong shortly after launch. Still smiling, he says "And with Challenger, my friend unfortunately had to blow them into SMALLER pieces." NightmareFuel.

This troper's little brother had a hard time a few nights ago, and needed somebody to sleep in the bottom bunk of his bunk bed (why he has one, I really don't know). I crawl into the bunk and start having a little slideshow of... things, when all of a sudden, I get a chill. I open my eyes, and, out of the top of my eye, is a floating head. HilarityEnsues.

This troper has improved a bit, but has trouble realizing that sometimes what she finds interesting, funny, or even cute will creep other people out. Suddenly talking about the medical application of maggots or the idea of anthropomorphic parasitic wasps that target catgirls, linking ''ChoppingBlock'', ''ContemplatingReiko'' or GrotesqueCute pictures with little or no warning, spontaneously singing songs like "Old Macdonald had a farm ee-ei-ee-ei-oh/and on that farm he sold children into slavery to demons, ee-ei-ee-ei-oh"... yeah. She's more than once tried to make an EnfantTerrible or CreepyChild TabletopGame character without realizing that such a character or what they went through to ''get'' them like that might be a bit much for other players or the GM.

This troper draws peculiar pictures in her copybook when listening to boring university lectures. Things like decaying but shambling corpses in tattered Nazi uniforms, knives with blood dripping from them, bat-winged demons... oh, and Cthulhu. She likes drawing Cthulhu. The other half of her drawings is pure MushroomSamba level wackiness. She thinks all of this is extremely funny.

This troper is considered one at his school, due to his habit of making extremely specific, graphic, and totally empty and playful I swear to God, death threats when he gets P.O'd. And he has the most intimidating glare ever.

This troper, who is usually extremely happy, laid back, optimistic, and hippie-ish has a tendency to freak out her sister. People seem to think just because I usually wear a peace sign necklace, that I can't be a nightmare fetishist. I seem to forget that not everyone wants to hear about the Tailypo story and/or things written on the wall in blood. Since my parents would ban me from ever getting on the computer again if I said a word about it to them, I usually don't bring up nightmare fuel. But sometimes I forget that even though my sister likes TV tropes, she doesn't think that nightmare fuel is a good thing.

Lady Celebrian}} This troper ENJOYS freaking people out. I once bit myself to see what human tastes like and often brag about that to other people, who then get these stunned, disbelieving looks on their face. I tend to throw random gory statements into the middle of conversations and I like hissing, growling, or roaring at people (who in turn back away QUICK). I also enjoy making vampire noises at people and talking about eating souls.

'Vampire noises'?

Hissing, mostly

I'm a GM and horror is my favorite genre. I consider it a wasted session if the players don't say "O.k. you can stop now" and turn on the overhead lights (we play by lamplight).

This troper played fairy funerals in her garden. It was only this year that I accidentally dug them up. Little holes in the ground lined with flower petals and sticks to keep the roof up, with a tiny painted stick of wood wrapped in leaves for the corpse... with a face, and hair, and usually a dress and a hat. They had mourners. And grave goods. Other fairies would kill themselves on top of their graves. This was the same year I buried a stuffed animal in the snow inside another stuffed animal. And now, as a (young) adult, I have decidedly odd interests (why the hell would I be here if I didn't?) and sometimes have a tendency to creep people out by being oblivious to where "normal" conversation topics end. The utility of wire ties from the point of view of a serial killer? Probably not a regular peer conversation topic.

This troper doesn't know whether he's this or CloudCuckooLander, but can be prone to imagining his peaceful LandDownUnder surroundings turned into SceneryGorn complete with invading enemies, bandits and who knows what else - maybe it's something to do with his anger problems. Doesn't help matters that many of his favourite games (KKND, Fallout 3) are set AfterTheEnd (maybe one of his Asperger Syndrome fixations is AfterTheEnd type stuff...)

As a replacement for scary stories at my campout, I pretended to go batshit insane. While making as many cultural references as I could (none of which were gotten by anyone, which made it scarier). I permanently mentally scarred at least three people.

this troper doodles creatures that include stitches, claws, fangs, tentacles, stalk-eyes, spikes, and scythe limbs. His most doodled images are an Evil, detailed "pacman", and "roots". And when he gets serious, people laugh because they think i'm being silly about the detailed torture i have planned for them as i usually am.

This troper loves sunshine and fluffy little kittens, knits scarves, goes out to lunch with Grandma at least once a week, and cries at the end of Disney movies. This very same troper also spends a disturbing amount of time writing stories about things like spiders hollowing out a guy's head while he's still fully conscious, or about zombies eating everything in sight. When this troper draws, she draws eldritch abomination-type critters. It unnerves her friends mightily.

This troper had tendancies towards this as a kid, he was also artistic and a great storyteller. One time he re-enacted the 9/11 attacks in Microsoft Flight Simulator. Another example is a comic series he wrote in which an AuthorAvatar got bored and managed to end up tracking down and ''hanging out'' with the devil and the grim reaper. (the hanging out with supernatural entities due to boredom would later be stolen by Nagaru Tanigawa. I have witnesses to prove I came up with it first!) It was well recived among friends but unnerved adults due to things like ideologically sensetive material (Satan and the residents of hell were portrayed as the ''good guys'') and the fact that most of the cast was based off real people and the fight scenes (due to the devil and reaper being hunted by angels) usually ended with the destruction of a real life location and many civilain casualties often including the death or painful, possible crippling injury of at least one character based off a real person in a graphic, bloody way. (and it was all depicted too lightheartedly for a story in which death is permanent) It wasn't really a bad comic but it was just a bit too creepy for someone my age to be drawing and writing.

This troper's third grade assignment: Write a diary written by someone suffering the colonial winters. My character was severely clinically depressed with issues with her parents and a bad family and livelihood, and eventually died of freezing ''halfway through her diary entry''. The hero/heroine in any of this troper's third-grade works usually ended up dying somehow - at the end of a whimsical poem about a bee who learned to carry the mail (don't ask), the bee died of exhaustion...

This troper had a LARP-like thing going on from 9 to about 12. The other kids were half-angels, nature spirits, mages, etc. This troper was a necromancer that caused rot as his primary ability rather than raising the dead. Between that and his loudly and consistently playing LargeHam , UpToEleven NightmareFuel villains in the middle of the playground, he got a strange reputation...

Let's see... This troper does several things that has convinced the whole level that he is mentally disturbed in more ways than one.

Firstly, he's a tinkerer, and has built rudimentary pen guns. Combine that with the fact that quite a lot of people have a rudimentary knowledge of pressure points (Don't ask why) and an overestimation of how much power a pen gun has. Add in this troper's love for shooting himself just to keep himself awake, and we've got rumours flying around about this troper.

{{Cloudcuckoolander}} + CorruptTheCutie. For example, this troper started talking to a friend on the way home that he had corrupted. Somehow, this troper started talking about why he exclaimed "I'm watching animal porn!" whenever asked what he was doing. Suddenly, this troper started wondering whether elephants could engage in auto-fellatio. Followed by an imagined example of how elephants would sound like during orgasm. A few moments later, this troper mentioned how a man died of internal bleeding after receiving anal sex from a horse. Then he asked out loud to his friend what would happen if someone got anal sex from an elephant. To quote himself, "Just imagine feeling pulsating flesh where your currently squished internal organs once were. How long would you survive anyway? And would you be in pain or pleasure once you died? Or would it be both?" This troper got punched before he could wonder about how elephants have sex.

This troper's mother is a very, very covert NightmareFuelStationAttendant. The family knows just how fucked up her thoughts can be, such as how do you make a guy cry? filleting of the balls and discussions about diseases and such lines as 'wouldn't it be horrible if...' But most people think of her as the sweetest woman around.

ThisTroper had a phase of drawing pictures with recurring motives of stickmen falling to death, melting suns/moons, crying houses... you get the point, right? And there was that suicide-themed forum avatar...

Ahhh... The stories this Troper could tell. Well, I'll settle with the fact that noone hangs out with this troper for fear that they'll make her laugh. And the troper's best friend admitted to BileFascination of her thought process, and was considering interviewing her for the school newspaper. This troper, being GenreSavvy, decided to opt for {{Missed moment of awesome}}, just because she still has something of a soul left.

This Troper is the official CloudCuckooLander NightmareFuelStationAttendant bassist of her band. Who can sing backwards.

This troper manages to simultaniously amuse and seriously disturb his friends through a combination of "misunderstanding" the way the real world works and coming up with explanations for things that make no sense at all, some of which quite nightmarish. Also my "stalker smile". Which is my favorite facial expression, with the possible expression of "angryfaec >:["

This Troper has become increasingly more aware of her jokes and other light-hearted fun-having could come off as very disturbing to others (such as happily declaring that she has discovered that men look cute when wearing suits or being flat-out masochistic when making fun of herself). She blames the Decepticons.

This Troper reads a lot of random facts in both books and on the internet, so many times a topic will remind her of a fact she learned, and she'll voice it. Stares of horror often ensue.

Somehow This Troper loved a psycho laugh, and tried to use it herself. It worked, creeps her friends and then her classmates begged her to stop laughing like that. She don't know why, but she just can't. Oh, also she loves to made up creepypastas and drawings that is full of {{Gorn}}, and creeps out one of her best friend. One example is a story that she made, once upon a time there's a girl who has a really itchy eye...

For the love of god, please stop. I know what's the ending would be...

This Troper is a {{Yangire}}, NightmareFetishist, has a PsychoticSmirk and is LaughingMad. I am a writer and artist, and one idea that I had for my first story was that a character rips out her uncle's eye and something that I kept was that a robot tears said character's father's brain out and places it on his head. If I become angered, I invision the hated object in my head as being torn apart violently. That's the thing I find most unsettling about myself, I don't explode with anger, I think of blood and death and fantasize about killing. I don't do it in real life, though, I'm not completely insane.

...are you my long lost twin?

This troper was once this by accident. Friend: "Have you ever smelled burning hair or flesh?" Her: "Once." (Friend gets panicked look) Her: "Don't worry, it was my own." (Accident involving a candle when she was younger.)

This Troper has two of this. Apparantly, once when I was a kid, I was asked to do a drawing assignment. When I handed the paper in, it showed me as the killer of a demoinc creature that killed off everybodies freedom. That monster was the teacher. Also, I can't remember the event at all. Whats worse is that I've often drew me killing various demonized people in brutal and overly vicscious ways. It gets worse once I began writing. At one point, I wrote the exact way I would kill someone, complete with explicit mutterings of what I would say and how I would look at them. Before that, I would often shout out various forms of torture, usually involving the other teams intestines, during PE games. Also, I've commented to myself how demoinc and sadistic I am, at one point laughing at the thought of a woman attempting to sing while having her entrails stuffed into her mouth by a demonic personification of a superhero. Also, I was introduced to manga and anime by my freind showing the series Higurashi: More specifically, the one with the little girl ramming her head into a knife. You know who and what I'm talking about.

When I was a baby my mom used to sing Look at the Coffin because it was the least disturbing song she knew, until she learned some actual lullabies. And there's the drawing monsters and designing Grimtooth-style traps for {{RPG}}s (I had a reason, though, because I had created my own very basic RPG, but there's something wrong with it being a 10 year old's stick figure rendering)... and that's not even mentioning the designing Mooks for games, which include a monster-thing with a furry body, empty angry eyes, and either 4 or 6 tentacles depending on the version. The eyes are either red or black. And there's a ton of Sonic-y badniks... never mind what Sazuki the Cat (from my original fiction) gets up to sometimes (being one of these)... and my thinking that lizards and bats are cute (well, they are! Just look at a bat's adorably huge ears!)... and the oddities of my standard playlist, which has everything from Nickelback to Utada Hikaru to Three Days Grace to Powerman 5000...

Hello. I'm one of 'em. I put people off because I talk to myself (No-one else to talk to, sadly). Also, I draw really weird {{hentai}}, since I can't draw hands or feet. it took me several years to teach myself how to draw faces, so they used to be TheBlank.

Me. The first story I made was about a ghost girl based in Casper. It started this way: "Once upon a time that she lived with her mother and her father, but one day, some wrongdoers came and separated that family. The father was killed overseas, the mother in the hiding place of the wrongdoers, the girl in the Manor and the dog in another continent (End)" I was eight, by the way. And the story gets worse.

This troper apparently, was labeled by another troper as one of these. The following conversation has happened several times.

Friend: Neil Gaiman is pretty good although Neverwhere gave me the creeps.

Me: I didn't find Neverwhere creepy... But Gaiman is good. Have you read the Sandman series?

Friend: No, is it scary?

Me: I'm a lousy indicator but if you are able to watch autopsies being conducted while eating breakfast, then no.

My Otaku GF who's New Years resolution was "Be less Violent".

{{Annebeeche}}: When I was in second grade, we did a short prompt around Halloween saying what we would catch in our webs if we were spiders. I assume the teacher predicted innocent answers like pizza or pokemon cards, but I said something like "I would catch Hercules [the disney character] and eat his muscles for dinner." D:

This troper gets very, very turned on by bondage that started when she was little and watching Daphne get tied up on Scooby-Doo. So when her mom found out she had assembled her Barbie dolls in various positions of bondage with twist ties she was a little freaked out. Now this troper has learned to keep her bondage fetish a little more hidden.

Holy shit I'm not the only one! :D

That is... really hot.

This troper's best friend Garrett fits this trope to a T. He won't stop talking about the illuminati and witchcraft and stuff.

I realized I may have had moments of this when I was little. I started to really like drawing in first or second grade. In third grade I became obsessed with DannyPhantom, and this was before I even knew I was drawing fanart or thinking up fan fiction. One of my drawings was a DannyPhantom comic that had Danny make friends with a depressed teen and felt bad for him, so Danny gave him ghost powers. Then the kid commited suicide using his new ghost powers. Danny gets really depressed. Then the kid comes back from the ghost zone and Danny has to battle him. Danny gets really wrapped up in his guilt and depression. The end. I wrote it when I was nine! No one ever saw it. And then there was the drawing from first grade with a mountain on fire. But the most recent is my main story I've been writing. In it the main character gets tortured and his parents killed by the evil organization when he was eight. Apparently that is creepy for a thirtee-year-old to come up with.

This troper sometimes forget how different her thoughts are from others. She, uh, had fantasies, involving... things 6 year olds shouldn't think up. Ever. It got worse when she got older. Now she's on medication and finds gruesome death funnier than gruesome sex, which in this case is an improvement.

This troper got her 8th grade English teacher "concerned" when she turned in a story about a person getting slowly tortured and abused by a psychopath. At the time she had no idea why the story was fucked up. Now, it's common knowledge among her friends about her strange fixation on death, gore, and of the like; gotten to the point where her friend wrote in her yearbook: "Serial killer or not, love ya anyway!"

This troper tends to draw pictures of torturing a character. It's always the same character and it's always gruesome, and she does it over and over and over and over and over....

This Troper and her friend love to sing, but we sound ''really, really creepy'' when we sing together. Particularly since we favor songs such as ''Passage'' by ViennaTeng.

This Troper's friend is this. She has a really creepy giggle, laughs at things when the rest of us are crying and screaming in fear, and shrugs most things off when the rest of us are spooked. It's worse when she talks in our sleep. ''She spoke in a computeresque voice and threatened to "eliminate" our friend!''

This tropette is the most moe, innocent little thing... laughing at herself being shocked at the gunshots at the end of a play which will not be named due to the spoilers involved, but her older sibling thought she was laughing at the fact that they died. However, she has known to be rather cheerful when Saints Row 2 gave her a minigun to play with. She would most definitely consider herself a Yandere.

This Troper is considered one by his high school friends. Funny thing is, most of the times I freak them out, I don't even know what caused that...

This Troper has managed to creep her friends out. Mainly with a kinda deep EvilLaugh, or a SlasherSmile where she runs her tongue over a pointed canine tooth. She does this fairly often. ForTheLulz.

And this one time, she was on a tour of a funeral home. When the group reached the room with the coffins/caskets, this Troper suggested using one as a bed. Her friends were freaked out by the idea, and one of them kept eyeing her warily.

She also used to draw stick-figure pictures, usually featuring a character called Bunny murdering the stick figure. Much red pencil was used. It was a great form of stress relief, though.

This troper is mostly known by the nickname Ghost in college, cause i have the habit of desapering and appearing in one place withouth people noticing me, once i was on the living room, when one of my roomates passed by then whe she saw me she jumped, there several ocassions in which im behind someone quietly and then that person gets spooked the moment i start to talk. I might have been the cause of Paranoia fuel to my friends.

This Troper is planning a fan fiction that contains a father and daughter relationship where the daughter eats his limbs regularly for nourishment and the father regenerates them with ease and is so used to it that he instructs his daughter to "Eat the bones, Myrrh. They're high in calcium." This Troper envisioned the scene that was mentioned to be an unusual but sweet waking up scene. The classmates in Biology class that he showed it off to however...