Take off all your clothing, We've only just begun. We have no anesthesia, It's 1841!
The glint of a sharpened scalpel, the roar of a dull, rusty dentist drill, the look of terror on a patient's face when he realizes just what that saw is for. There's something about being helplessly Strapped to an Operating Table
, with the surgeons looming over you cutting you up and anesthesia slowly dulling your mind, that seems to have a certain appeal to horror authors. Expect plenty of hypodermic needles
, oversized bone saws, and of course the good old lobotomy tools.
Psychological horror, involving soothing happy pills and a nice padded room, also fits in this index.
A subtrope of Adult Fear