This is a guest Piece by Chris King who you can find on Twitter @PingPongCall

This is a difficult one for me to really express appropriately because at that time in my life, I wasn’t familiar with the genre of horror in video games. Horror, to me, was something associated with film and Stephen King Novels. I think the scariest game I had played up to that point in my life had been Jurassic Park: Rampage Edition for the Sega Genesis. It was a fun kind of scary though. Imagining myself as Dr. Allen Grant, placed on this island full of giant lizards that could murder me in a myriad of ways.

Jurassic park did not age well.

Then I spent the night over my cousin’s house and we had made the usual plans, stay up all night and play video games, drink soda, and generally be fools. Then I noticed a game I had never heard of before, in a strange looking case for a PlayStation game. It was long, thick, and had some rather gnarly cover art. It looked like something out of a comic book page. I had to play it. My cousin told me it was a game about zombies. I thought that sounded very cool as a child who enjoyed games of all sorts. I was warned that the game was scary but I always thought my cousin was a bit of a baby anyway. Turns out he was right. Resident Evil was the first game I had ever played that truly disturbed me. When I say disturbed, I’m truly putting that lightly. This game shook me to the very core of my adolescence. That’s not to say that I hadn’t been truly scared before, because believe me, I saw Puppet Master when I was six and I still hate dolls of any kind because of it.

that cover art

No, this was a different kind of fear. To this day, I still have trouble explaining what I felt that night. The closest I could come to describing it was the with the word “altering”. That’s exactly what the opening of that game did to me, it altered how I saw videogames from that point forward. It had removed me from the realm of childish innocence where you were a cartoon mascot and thrust me into a new world where video games could be more than just something you did for enjoyment. They could be something you do to raise your heart rate, feel terror while in the comfort of your own home, and most importantly, it had shown me that games weren’t simply for children.

I can recall my first steps in the mansion as if they were happening this very moment. The chilling atmosphere, the creaking of the rickety doors, and the feeling of dread that loomed over you always. I wouldn’t call this game an experience so much as it was an experiment on your psyche.  This kind of thinking had been toyed with in the past but they were never able to quite hit their mark. Yes, that is specifically a call out to the Sega CD. I’m not going to mention the game, but I’m sure we all know which one I’m talking about. It tried and failed to force emotional turmoil. This is where Resident Evil would shine.

Who can forget how many bullets those first zombies took to take down?

No matter which character you chose to traverse the halls of this dreaded mansion with, you could never truly feel safe. The first few zombies you come across aren’t so much a threat as they were a shock. Considering the amount of ammunition, you had to pump into them to put them down. No, the true terror in this game comes later.  Hunters, Crimson Heads, and to a lesser extent the dogs. Now, I know the dogs had two shining moments in this game, but the window and patio scenes were simply jump scares that never affected beyond the first time it happened.

Now as I said, this game did alter my view on games but in truth it did something more than that. This was the first time a game had forced me to quit playing and go back to other games. I was not capable of dealing with the Crimson Heads at that time. The first time I heard that stomping coming down the hallway I felt a strange mixture of fear, confusion, and instant fear. One slash to the back and I was down. That was the end for me. Fast forward to the era of the GameCube and I was around fourteen. Resident Evil had been remastered and I simply couldn’t resist. I should also note at this point, this was the first time I had completed a Resident Evil at this point. I was never scared but I certainly had an incredible amount of adrenaline rushing through me throughout the entire game. By the time, I had reached the Tyrant at the end and found out that this entire thing was a plan devised by our leader, Wesker, I was equal parts excited and infuriated. Overall this was one of my favorite experiences as a child and undoubtedly one that shaped the way I appreciate games as an artistic medium to this day.

The Game Cube remaster brought new graphics, but the same scares!

Final Word: Play the game. If for some reason, you haven’t at whatever point in your life, you owe it to yourself to play both the original on PS1 and the remake on GameCube. The remake is also available on PS4 and 3. However, I find it best to stick to the classics consoles for that authentic feel.

P.S If you’re under the age of eight, play  this game alone, in a dark room.