Wow, that is horrible! (Reminds me of the talking cow at Milliways in HGttG -- that creeped me out to no end as well the first time I read it.)
My own visceral horror is a very specific kind of cheerful doctor. (Not if they're cheerful in general, say, about their new car or sunshine, or whatever, just if they're cheerful about the medical procedures they're about to perform. -- I mentioned my basic hatred of medical procedures, right?) There has to be a sense of wrongness there, for it to be horrifying, rather than just annoying and inappropriate. I think it has something to do with inherent sadism shining through, if that makes sense.
I vividly remember little me cowering under the hospital bed (I was in hospital for half my childhood) whenever it was time for another blood taking, while the doctor found it funny and made jokes. I was so fucking creeped out by that guy! Just... this sense of helplessness, of being unable to escape something you hate and fear would be bad enough in itself, but to have someone who obviously enjoys doing this to you? *shudders*
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My own visceral horror is a very specific kind of cheerful doctor. (Not if they're cheerful in general, say, about their new car or sunshine, or whatever, just if they're cheerful about the medical procedures they're about to perform. -- I mentioned my basic hatred of medical procedures, right?) There has to be a sense of wrongness there, for it to be horrifying, rather than just annoying and inappropriate. I think it has something to do with inherent sadism shining through, if that makes sense.
I vividly remember little me cowering under the hospital bed (I was in hospital for half my childhood) whenever it was time for another blood taking, while the doctor found it funny and made jokes. I was so fucking creeped out by that guy! Just... this sense of helplessness, of being unable to escape something you hate and fear would be bad enough in itself, but to have someone who obviously enjoys doing this to you? *shudders*