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"Every now and then
The country goes a little wrong
Every now and then
A madman's bound to come along"
—"Ballad of Booth", Assassins

(when asked where her costume is) This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else.
Wednesdayl, The Addams Family, possibly naming the trope

"Sorry I'm late. Work was murder."
Norman Osborn, Spider-Man

Charlie: Don't look at me like that, neighbor. It's just me, Charlie.
Barton: I hear it's Mundt. "Madman Mundt".
"Charlie": Jesus, people can be cruel. If it's not my build, it's my personality.

I bet that son of a bitch looked like a hard-working family man. That was all an act.
Jeane, No More Heroes

And worst of all, he could be any one of us! He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even be
BLU Spy, talking about his RED counterpart, Team Fortress 2

Camouflage is nature's craftiest trick.

One thing about being a cabbie, you always know a nice quiet spot for a murder. I'm surprised more of us don't branch out.
Jefferson Hope, Sherlock ("A Study in Pink")

A clean-cut guy in a suit; no one looks too close.
Jim Brass, CSI ("identity Crisis")

I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm so deeply puzzled. I've done terrible things, I've killed three people. Really, I don't consider myself a terrible man—no more than others....I'm sure it comes as no great surprise to you when I say that there are little corners in everyone which were better off left alone; sicknesses, weaknesses, which should never be exposed. But that's your stock in trade, isn't it? a man's weakness? And I was never really fully aware of mine. Until you brought them out.
Peter Cable, Klute

Carver: Everyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances.
Ellie: No. Most people have a moral compass.
Carver: Compasses break.

Mills: We're not just going to pick up two more dead bodies, are we, John? That wouldn't be shocking enough. You've got newspapers to think about, yeah?
John Doe: Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore; You have to hit them with a sledgehammer. Then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Mills: But the question is: what makes you so special that people should listen?
John Doe: I'm not special. I've never been exceptional. This is, though. What I'm doing. My work.

Polly: The girl we met? But she didn't look like [a werewolf]!
Vimes: Well, they don't, usually. Right up until the moment when they do, if you see what I mean.

Sad to say, it's all too often pretty hard to pick a Drone out from a crowd of modern office workers. Some would even consider the Weaver-bound the ideal modern citizen...
Werewolf: The Apocalypse - Book Of The Weaver

Your genuinely dangerous individuals — they almost never look crazy. They don't have any weird tattoos, they don't have any weird stitches on their face, funny-shaped heads. They are NOT predictable.

As far as looks go, Richard Drakh is average in almost every way. He's neither short nor tall, neither thin nor fat, not particularly handsome or ugly or plain. His hair is medium brown, his eyes don't draw attention and he wears an understated suit that doesn't look especially cheap or expensive. Put him on a London train, and he'd disappear without a ripple. In the stories, the greatest Dark mages are always terrifying to look at, tall or striking and monstrous or all three at once. Richard was none of those things - in fact, Vihaela looked the part of a Dark master mage far more than he did. Yet it was Vihaela who obeyed Richard, not the other way around, and Richard struck far more fear into me than she ever could.

A small man took power in the Old Country, a small man who might have seemed most unassuming if you met him casually in a cafe. He, like us, was easy to underestimate. When we saw him for the first time, we feared him, not knowing why. We counseled our brethren among the clans to keep well away from this man and his circle, for their hands dripped with blood yet to be shed, and their eyes were lit with a madness that we could not rein in. And when the tanks rolled forth and the slaughter trains began to run, we cried out in terror, afraid that his fever, a fever with the power of a demigod, would catch us all alight.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Malkavian (Revised)

And what do you think they would look like? Like mad Fuhrers with forelocks and shoe-polish moustaches, heil-ing all over the place? Like red devils or demons, or the dragon that floats on its stinking reptile wings? [...] I think most of them would look like ordinary accountants. Little mind-men with graphs and flow-charts and electronic calculators, all ready to start maximizing the kill ratios so that next time they could perhaps kill twenty or thirty million instead of only six. And some of them might look like Todd Bowden.
Weiskopf on the perpetrators of a hypothetical second Holocaust, Apt Pupil

The captain of the pirate train did not wear a greatcoat in which lived polecats & weasels. He did not have a beard woven with smouldering twists of gunpowder to surround himself with a stench & demonic aura. He did not cock a tricorn hat or have handprints in blood on his shirt. He did not dangle a necklace of bones & flesh-scraps. All these were things of which Sham had heard, ways in which railsea pirates spread the terror on which they relied.
This man wore large glasses. He had what Sham would, had circumstances been otherwise, have said was a kind face.

Real Life

I'm nobody. I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine, and a straight razor if you get too close to me.
Charles Manson in 1989

If they wanted real horror in previous films, this past version of Freddy is the most effective. There's something about Englund in normal, almost twee suburban clothes talking softly to a little girl that is far more chilling than the rubber prosthetic and Christmas sweater. Ironic that the scariest version of Kruger appears alongside the silliest and most affable version, but there it is.

Some people in the world you just don't fuck with. Unfortunately you can't always tell who those people are until it's too late and such was the case with Marvin Heemeyer. He lived in a little town in Colorado with a population of about 500. He was a welder and owned a muffler repair shop and, presumably for a while, he was a totally non-sinister individual who never even considered doing anything crazy like building a massive, nearly indestructible machine of terror. For a while.

Apparently, the guy who recently murdered nine innocent people at Umpqua Community College in Oregon had the audacity to leave behind lots of written complaints at the site of his killing spree. They were mostly about not having a girlfriend, and about feeling that everybody else was crazy...this is basically the opening of Richard III by William Shakespeare.

What is remarkable, even chilling, is that the face behind the demonic image is that of ordinary people; ordinary people that form a human arsenal of living bombs secretly awaiting their turn.
Dan Setton, Suicide Bombers: Secrets of the Shaheed (1997)


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