I don’t really like horror. That is, unless it’s happening in a video game like Resident Evil 2.

I haven’t watched much horror in my life for the simple fact that I don’t particularly enjoy being scared. I don’t like watching characters that I’m supposed to root for go through harrowing, terrifying scenarios. On top of that, I’m not really a fan of gore.

But put me in control of the situation and I’m all in.

My first experience with a horror game was Resident Evil 4 in 2005, a few years after I saw my first spooky movie, The Sixth Sense. I’m not sure what compelled me to play Resident Evil 4, considering seeing The Sixth Sense haunted me for a very long time, but I did, and I loved it.

Something about being in direct control of the character in the scenario is intensely appealing to me. It’s almost like going through a haunted house (something that I also do not like) in that I get to move at my own pace through something scary without the threat of actual danger. In a game, I get to choose what I look at. I get to choose how quickly I move. But there’s an added layer between myself and the spookiness.

Even with that disconnect, I’m able to lose myself in the experience.