Doctor Who occupies a place of esteem among my childhood fears. Maybe it was the disconcertingly otherworldly departure of setting invoked by the opener moog music, and the imagery of a vaguely psychedelic, viscous, and somehow entirely fleshy wormhole in time that set the tone. Certainly adults stalking other adults, one side menacingly dressed as monsters, the other side, the side whom we were to identity with, stalked at an excruciating pace, oppressed by mystery, would prove too much for my youthfully impressionable, untutored imagination.
This gentleman has been collecting Doctor Who props which he has graciously posted albums of online. To my mind, a museum of horrors.