I was scared of the Hansel and Gretel Witch when I was a kid, but then Bugs Bunny took care of her. The Wicked Witch of the West was the source of my first existential moment, but she never out and out terrified me. Oddly enough, Witchiepoo on H.R. Pufnstuf did. Her castle wasn’t believable and her bumbling servants were irritating, but there was still something unsettling about her. Or maybe I was just jacked up on too much sugar. And then there was Samantha on Bewitched. After that, witches just lost their wickedness.