Once, yes, but bear in mind this was years ago when I was around 5 - 10 years old.
Back then, my dad had a copy of Resident Evil on the PC, which he smartly banned me from playing. This didn't stop me from trying, though. So come certain midnights, when mum was asleep and dad was working around 8pm - 4am, I'd sneak downstairs to play Resi Evil. Or attempt to.
See, I was a little ***** when it came to anything remotely scary. Fuck, I don't know how, but the opening animated sequence between Bugs and Daffy in Gremlins (or was it someone else...) not only gave me the creeps enough to turn it off, but was probably the catalyst for my childhood nightmares (which I didn't have up until that point), so fuck knows what I'd have done had I continued watching...
So, I'd play as Jill, get past the part where Barry and Jill have to search for Wesker (without looking for the first zombie myself), get to that damned dog hallway when you're suddenly alone...at which point, my "Oh shit!" alarm went off and I reset the game. Every single time.
Same thing happened when I tried with Chris, only the time that elapsed between controlling Chris and "Fuck, restart!" was a lot quicker. And yet every time I could, I'd sneak down trying not to wake anyone up and play it. And every time, I would enjoy the small amount of progress I'd make.
Of course now, I can tell that dog hallway to go shove a red hot poker up its ass so I can get to the more challenging foes.