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Rezso Seress:
A Hungarian composer from the 1930's. He wrote a piece called, "Gloomy Sunday," which some of you may have heard before.
After this pianist played the song for his girlfriend, she immediatley commited suicide by poisoning herself. As the fame of this song rose, so did the death averages. Hundreds of people. Stories include a man who requested Gloomy Sunday at a concert, only to go home immediatley afterwards and shoot himself in the head, a woman who played the song loudly in her apartment and the neighbors found her hanging from a noose in the room, and many more. Eventually, the composer himself jumped out a window to his death. The theory is that whover hears this song will commit suicide.
Personally, I think that "theory" is a big load of bullshit. Do you believe it? Try listening to the song. It is depressing, I must say. Also let me warn you that its actually kind of beautiful. If you feel a strange urge to listen to it again, its not the demon posessing you. =DD

Here it is: [starts at 1:22]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHFSrp9amNo

And here are the lyrics:
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thought of ever returning you.
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is Sunday; with shadows I spend it all.
My heart and I have decided to end it all.
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go.
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.