The best bits of horror are the ones that don’t come and go in a flash. It’s easy to look at most slasher films and yawn because the idea of a guy in hockey mask killing teenagers after they have sex is not only trite, it’s over too soon. Real terror is the stuff that sticks with you and running some kid through with a knife takes more or less about the same amount of time it just took the same kid to have sex with the hot cheerleader (or football player, whatever floats your goat) a few minutes of on-screen time ago.
At least they went out doing what they loved.
Even something like “The Thing” – a classic horror movie if there ever was one – derives its best scares not from the weirdly shifting alien creature, but from the growing sense of unease and paranoia that permeates the movie like rancid popcorn butter on your fingertips and the roof of your mouth. You’ll likely get over the head sprouting spider legs, but the gnawing worry that everyone around you is a thing will hang out with you in your house for a few days, drinking cheap beer on your couch.
Sure, you could say there’s a creeping horror that some knife-wielding maniac is going to kill you after you have sex, but if you’re really worried about that after nookie time, you’re doing it wrong. Besides, after you’ve dealt with a few knife-wielding maniacs you realize they’re just regular Joes looking for a swift kick in the balls.
Now, I get it, horror is different for everyone. Some people get squeamish about blood, others don’t like needles, still others – like me – have a thing about teeth. For my money, any horror movie involving root canals is gonna haunt my dreams for weeks. In fact, it doesn’t even have to be a horror movie. That scene in “Marathon Man” where the Nazis are giving Dustin Hoffman an impromptu root canal without anesthesia still freaks me the heck out.
But the best horror stories are the ones that actually happened. They don’t have to involve witches or devils or Nazis with dentistry fetishes. The most terrifying thing I ever heard of happened on a soccer field in bright daylight.
This is a story that a buddy of mine in Kenpo told me. Apparently one of the guys he knew was a field doc for a soccer team and was working when one of the players got the ever-loving snot smashed out him. He got hit so hard it dislocated his hip joint – just popped that sucker right out of the socket. That’s scary, sure, but it’s apparently not an uncommon injury in soccer. When you get your hip popped out, you writhe around on the ground until someone pushes your leg back into socket and you move on. I gather it hurts, but it’s not the worst thing in the world. Not as bad as, say, having Nazis fuck with your teeth, but still not fun.
So, this player gets his thigh bone pushed out of socket and the medics rush over, check things out, and do what they need to do to get it back where it belongs. A few tweaks, a mighty shove, and the leg bone pops right back into the socket.
The player immediately starts screaming bloody murder and rolling around in obvious agony like someone just crushed his teeth in a vise or he just got some wicked paper cuts on his nipples. The docs, needless to say, were perplexed. They felt around and it seemed like the leg went right back where it should have.
The human body is a cool thing, but it also doesn’t take kindly to getting slammed around. The player had gotten hit so hard that it not only dislocated his hip, but it shifted one of his testicles. That testicle wound up in the empty hip socket just before the docs slammed the dude’s leg back into place.
Yes. This actually happened. Enjoy your next soccer game.
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Right? My buddy was telling us that and everyone went white at the end.
So what’s the
After story? Did they have to dislocate the leg again?
I don’t know. We were all too skeeved out to ask. I’d imagine they had to yank the leg back out, extract the interloper, and put the leg back in. Which would be a giant bag of suck.
Yeeeeeeeowwwwwch! I actually felt a little uncomfortable hitting “like” on this post.
An old acquaintance of ours ended up with a “contused testicle” once after a particularly vicious fight with his then-girlfriend—I guess she caught him cheating and kicked him pretty hard. No surprise to anyone that they didn’t end up married like they’d planned.
Wow, she didn’t mess around, did she? Usually you see a slap or maybe a punch, not a hospital trip.
They were pretty dysfunctional as a general rule, even before that. They once asked me and my husband how it was that we never fought in front of anyone. We were like, “uhh . . . we don’t argue that often and we don’t actually fight physically.” They were astounded and probably thought we were lying.
As soon as a relationship moves into the physical fighting level, it’s probably time to hang it up.
Good Lord. Scarier than any horror movie I’ve ever seen
One never knows what they’ll find when they search the phrase “crushed testicles”
I’m sure you came across all kinds of interesting and terrifying things with that search phrase. 🙂
I genuinely believe that John Carpenter’s “The Thing” is one of the scariest horrors ever made. There are parts of it that downright make my skin crawl.
Even all these years on, that movie still freaks me out. Even beyond the obvious horror, the sense of paranoia is overwhelming.