This passage gets me right in the squicks, every single time:
“God forgive me,” Ben whispered.
He raised the hammer and brought it down.
The hammer struck the top of the stake squarely, and the gelatinous tremor that vibrated up the length of ash would haunt him forever in his dreams. Her eyes flew open, wide and blue, as if from the very force of the blow. Blood gushed upward from he stake’s point of entry in a bright and astonishing flood, splashing his hands, his shirt, his cheeks. In an instant, the cellar was filled with it’s hot, coppery odor.
– Stephen King, ‘Salem’s Lot
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