I have to say. The entire first playthrough with Metal Gear Solid on the playstation. Watching my brothers play it, playing it myself. It was a very... Unnerving experience. Then, youknow, the introduction to the ninja scene. Then walking through said Gorey bodies, and through the door.
Thief 1. When Zombies were introduced, I was like, 13 at the time or something, and I was watching my brother play. I was pretty much scared for months. And months. Of the lights on. Sad, really.
But the first time that -I- had this scary moment, where I knew fear, and it unnerved me, and I could not just look away, or stop playing. Was Halo. On the PC. It had to have been, 2 in the morning, dark, and where my computer is, the front door and porch, with windows all around, is behind me, the garage door is a few steps away from me, and a corner going into the kitchen is in the other direction. The bathroom door is almost behind me, opposite of the entrance.
So I was playing Halo for the first time. I was enjoying it, alot. Guilty 343 started playing, swampy, dark, quiet. I got into the ancient structure. Dark, quiet. And quickly becoming foreboding. As there was nothing to shoot, I started observing my surroundings. I eventually got to the cutscene. THAT cutscene. I watched it, and then I saw the flood for the first time, honestly, the first time. There were absolutely no hints to even the existence of the flood. That shook me, that shook me hard. The cutscene ended and I had my pistol out, the smaller parasite floods stormed the room, even though they were defeated I was shaky. Careful twicefold around every corner.
See, funny thing about myself. I played doom when I was 4 years old. There is an ever present fear of the dark that I just can't explain. Really.
So, slowly, I made my way back, fighting this new enemy. Then hastly, rushing to get the level done. I made it to the elevator shaft that I rode down on. I hit the button. And I raised my hands behind my head, streching. I had headphones on, which was my main source of sound.
I heard a loud shrill, and the elevator that was going to take me out of this hell screamed down literally inches from my characters face in a ball of flames.
I stood there for probably a literal 5 minutes. Thats how shaken I was, to have all my comforts pulled out from under me. It got me, it got me bad.
Later I had to do the Library, which honestly, was not a pleasent experiance, but not because of the flood, but because I kept fuggin dying, which helped a LOT to keep my cool, because it turned it into this slow brooding anger, instead of fear. Which I needed.
Of course, there is still the undeniable fact that too this day I cannot play Doom 3 alone. At all. Ever. I can beat it on Co-op no problem, I play Skulltag, the multiplayer Doom 2, alot. But never alone. I just can't, I have to turn it off. I can't even beat the first level.