When I was around eight or nine, there was a time that DS scared me, more for its overall effect than any particular scene or characters. There was a day in third grade that it snowed heavily, and we got out of school early, and I went to stay with a friend. We watched DS that afternoon, and that night, mental images of a menacing Barnabas Collins haunted me horribly, and I couldn't go to sleep. That day was the episode when Nathan Forbes shot Barnabas with a bolt from a crossbow but missed Barnabas's heart. That may be my fondest memory of DS ever.