That bloody, bandaged spook of Jeremiah scared the you-know-what out of me when I watched it plodding along mummy-like back in 1967. When it would appear, I would cover my eyes (the way I did when I was younger when the face of the Wicked Witch of the West filled not only her enormous crystal ball shrieking "Auntie Em! Auntie Em!" but the whole TV screen). And I would here my mom screaming from the kitchen (knowing, as mothers knew, that something scary was happening on DS, even though she was no where near the living room): "Turn that spooky crap off!"
Gerard