O_O memories... thankfully not my own.
I was going through my ceramics supplies earlier this week and came across one of the baby snot-suckers that I filched from the bathroom cabinet, and was inexplicably reminded of the one and only time that I got full-body shuddery heebie jeebies from a book: (this will make sense in a minute)
Angela's Ashes (which was an awesome book - despite the ever-increasing tragedy of it all, McCourt has a phenomenal dry humor that had me laughing in places I probably should have been feeling appropriately somber. 9_9 He read the book and its sequel, 'Tis, for the tape story that we listened to on a long drive to California one year, and we were all rolling)
ANYWAY. HEEBIE JEEBIES. RIGHT.
The part where their family just moved back to Ireland, and one of the babies was born with phlegm and gunk blocking its nose and it couldn't breathe and the father
(oh man, I'm shuddering even thinking about it. Like full body horror, honestly) .... picks up the baby and sucks the snot and gobs of mucus out of the baby's nose and spits it into the fire.
x_x
....and it starts breathing and all but bleeeaaughdsadhsawwhg!