This is one of my favorite gaming stories, but it’s not really mine.
My brother Bradley and I were home from college, and we had rented the Gamecube remake of Resident Evil. Our friend Wesley was staying overnight at our house. They were planted in front of the TV, Bradley was “driving” the game, Wes sitting next to him eating popcorn, while I was on my computer a few feet away watching them.
Naturally all three of us were getting pretty creeped out by the game what with all the zombies attacking you and whatnot. As Bradley navigated the spooky mansion, we had been victim to several “jump moments” – though since I was paying less attention, I was much less creeped out.
I remember Bradley opened a door and entered a moonlit hallway, then paused for a while, looking around. He started walking down the hallway…
“Wait,” broke in Wesley.
“What?”
“Look. Look at the wall.”
As I said, the hallway was lit with moonlight from a large window. And on the opposite wall from that window, you could just make out a shadow. A shadow that could only be cast by a human body splayed across the window.
“Dude… as soon as you walk past, that thing is going to jump out and attack you.”
“Yup. Good eye. We’re ready for it this time.”
Bradley then proceeded to tilt the analog stick tilted at exactly .001 degrees, just enough for his character to creep down the hallway at exactly the speed of a glacier. I had become engrossed in their attempt to pre-empt this jump moment, and all three of us were tense and ready for it…
As Bradley crept closer and closer to the shadow…
And then was right under it…
And nothing happened.
He walked back past the window.
And again. He started running back and forth.
Nothing.
“Huh.”
“Maybe you’re just not triggering it.”
“No, man, I’m trying everything.”
“Well… who knows. Let’s go on.”
They passed through the hallway, presumably to solve some puzzle that involved combining items in unintuitive ways.
These puzzles eventually led them to retrace their steps… back to the hallway.
“Oh man. Don’t forget!”
“Oh yeah.”
“I bet it will happen this time.”
Creeeeeeep forward… ever so slowly…
“Nope. Nothing.”
“Huh. Maybe it’s just a dead body hanging across the window.”
“Whatever… where did you say I should use that key?”
Later they passed through that hallway without incident again. And again. And again. Nothing ever happened.
Meanwhile they were becoming deeply involved in that puzzle. “Wait, do you have to put that key in there? Oh dude, you got a hairpin, maybe you can pick that lock! We need to go back over there.”
Run back, run forth. Pick the lock. “Oh we need to go back.” Run back. “Ooh now we can open that cabinet.” Run forth.
About the 6th time Bradley ran through that hallway, he took it at full tilt, his guard completely down.
And that’s when two zombies crashed through the window right on top of him.
In my memory, Brad and Wes’ girl-like shrieks created a pitch-perfect harmony. They didn’t sleep very well that night.