Eight letter nightmares at three am

So the scariest thing I ever saw on TV - this, by the way, is by way of an exorcism - was something when I was a kid. Not that I mean to suggest to you I've ever been an immature goat, except figuratively (figures), it's just a phrase. Or a phase. Something like that, anyway. You know what I median.

Anyway, yeah. TV. Television. The scariest thing. I don't remember the programme, really, or the context, or even the linear progression of narrative or the intriguing juxtaposition of thematic elements or even - beyond "doodoodledoo-DOO-DO-DO-DOOO" - the sparks and coruscations of the music, incidental, titular or otherwise.

do-do-dooo.

Just an image. Images. Static and snow (imagine travellers on a mountain path, lost in a snowstorm, emerging into a greyscale world of antique broadcasts, meaning subservient AT LAST to image: all our old friends come again, singing the familiar old songs, hands cupped and mouths pursed to catch the old phrases, the old rope).

...

Mmm. Maybe in the morning. You know. When there's not-dark.