The flying monkeys (Wizard of Oz) and the floating vampire kid at the window (Salem's Lot) both gave me the creeps. When I was a kid, I used to hide behind the sofa during the credits of Doctor Who; the monsters didn't scare me but I couldn't cope with Jon Pertwee's face streaming towards me from the depths of space. The ones that really did it for me as a little kid - waking up screaming, the whole business - were the Blue Meanies from The Yellow Submarine. For me, they're still the very essence of that nightmare quality that chills the blood.