User:Tizzycamelia

Never have I made a wiki profile, as I've never much felt the need to actually post anything on a wiki. However, after reading only a few extremely disappointing 'creepypastas' that clearly held no thought to any authenticity or forethought to even make the story slightly believable to those who are indeed, interested in things such as this and are superstitious, easily frightened and simply wishing to torment themselves (which I will admit, I am part of all three categories)...I've found myself compelled to participate and to find and unearth stories and recounts and share them here.

I do hope, to anyone who should read this, understands that I have been interested in the goings-on of terror and horror since I was small, being the easily-frightened person I am, I wished to appropriately find sources of fright in an attempt to desensitize myself to them. Still, I believe I may have induced one of the many mental disorders or illnesses prevalent in my family due to my stubborn views on the subject. Aside from possible schizophrenia and slight symptoms of the ever neurotic rapid-cycling bipolar disorder that seems somewhat rampant through the women of my line, I'm slightly disturbed by my 'giggling-crying' fits.

But, my personal habits, suspicions and probable mental instability aside, I'd like to think I'm a polite, courteous person- hence the somewhat formal introduction I've written. It is my goal to become a dainty, elegant person and in order to do so, I must find an outlet for my more perverse enjoyments- horror and terror and racing thoughts and hearts that thrill and terrify me. Things odd and frightening and stuck in recorded history fascinate me to an almost disgusting degree. Really, it only fuels my fear and imposed isolation, but I just can't bring myself to stop reading and watching.

But I'm sure there are many others in the same position of constant fascination. What other reason is there to continuously search out things that try to tell of their dread than the possibility of being horrified? Perhaps the panic of a racing heart is a hobby nowadays, with the apathy of people and the disconnect to the world and people around them. Though what would I know, when I tend to lock myself away as much as any other older teen with little secrets like this?

I'm sorry, I get off track so easily. I write with trepidation and excitement that I may get to more stories and fulfill the antsy feeling that I get when confronted with my little ambiguous pleasure.