I watched it in the early 80s as a kid in England and still remember the shock of seeing the skeletons in all the other phone boxes and realising the poor bloke was doomed.
What's more scary is that like Deferenz I am a fellow casualty from watching Salem's Lot as a kid (in West Sussex too. So similar was his post to my experiences that I had to do a double check that his post wasn't one I'd written at some point in the past). Even as a 38 ish year old I still can't have the curtains open in the bedroom at night. As a kid I could scare myself sh!#less just by leaving the curtains open and waiting for a pasty faced mate with suspiciously pointy teeth to float up to my window and start scratching on it and saying "Hey Justin, open the window, let me in"
What's more scary is that like Deferenz I am a fellow casualty from watching Salem's Lot as a kid (in West Sussex too. So similar was his post to my experiences that I had to do a double check that his post wasn't one I'd written at some point in the past). Even as a 38 ish year old I still can't have the curtains open in the bedroom at night. As a kid I could scare myself sh!#less just by leaving the curtains open and waiting for a pasty faced mate with suspiciously pointy teeth to float up to my window and start scratching on it and saying "Hey Justin, open the window, let me in"