Nightmare Fuel / Monk

  • "Mr. Monk Bumps His Head":
    • Monk quietly giving his summation while thickly swarmed with bees, apparently having ignored the sheriff's warning that the bees can smell fear.
    • Not to mention the fact that Cora Little pretty much abducted Monk and was totally fine lying to him about them being married for the rest of their lives.
  • "Mr. Monk and the Three Julies":
    • Natalie's Adult Fear when she hears on the police radio that "Julie Teeger" has been killed. She asks for Monk on clarification on the police code before stealing the car to get to the murder site. This happens not once, but twice. She's shocked but relieved on seeing that the other two Julies are not her daughter.
    • Monk discovers Matthew Teeger's deceased mother's stuffed body in an upstairs room, in a chair gently rocking in the wind. It's a shoutout to Psycho. Monk then demands an emergency therapy session late at night to cope with the horror.
  • "Mr. Monk and the Magician":
    • Imagine being Monk, tied to a chair in a basement, and this magician will kill you and incinerate you in a furnace, and erase you completely from existence.
  • "Mr. Monk Buys a House":
    • Imagine being Monk and Natalie being held hostage by "Honest" Jake Phillips.
  • "Mr. Monk Goes to the Dentist"
  • "Mr. Monk's 100th Case"
    • When they play the tape of the 911 call for the murder of Cassandre Rank, you might feel chills running through your spine. Then there is the series of rapid black-and-white photos zooming in on the body of victim #2, Barbara McFarland.
    • Also, it's less tear-jerker and more shivering watching the segment about Trudy's death.
    James Novak: Then, in a flash...[a photo of Trudy turns into a negative of itself] she was gone. [photos of downtown San Francisco during the holiday season are shown, as well as a photo of Trudy with a balloon] Two weeks before Christmas, 1997, Trudy Monk was downtown running some errands. [an image of a parking garage appears] She returned to her car at a parking garage on Somerset Avenue. [a loud explosion plays as a flash of light turns the image into a negative]
    Newscaster: Our top story tonight, the wife of a highly decorated San Francisco detective was killed this morning, the victim of an apparent car bombing. Trudy Monk, a 35 year old freelance journalist, died a short time later at St. Jude's Hospital. Her husband, Adrian Monk, was by her side. The police are pursuing several leads, but have made no arrests.
    [Crime scene photos of the charred and mangled remains of Trudy's car are displayed]
    James Novak: The case is still open. It has been Adrian Monk's obsession for eleven years. [photos of Trudy mixed with photos flash across the screen, culminating in a photo of the car in flames accompanied with the sound of an explosion]
  • "Mr. Monk and the Blackout"
    • There's the murder of Alby Drake. Imagine being chained to a tree, and a bulldozer turns on, and then begins ramming the tree. You try to unchain yourself, but you drop the key. You then realize the man in the bulldozer is Winston Brenner, your former best friend. You then hug the tree you're tied to in desperation, and when the tree finally snaps, you fall dozens of feet high into a building, and when the tree hits it it explodes. And then you're crushed, and being burned alive while chained to a tree, immobilized until you finally die.
  • "Mr. Monk and the Girl Who Cried Wolf"
    • Sharona's "hallucinations," with her constantly encounter by a man covered in blood who has been stabbed. While it turns out to be faked to make her doubt her sanity, it's still freaky to watch.
  • One rather horrifying aspect behind a number of the victims of the weeknote  is that they are completely innocent people. They were going about their everyday lives when they were killed unexpectedly because they had something the killer wanted, or because he was trying to hide something, or because they knew too much, or because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Some victims also happened to be killed by people they trusted, such as friends or family.