It was a scream that startled the neighbours. I'd been fumbling around a blackened basement looking for the power switch when something grabbed my ankle. It didn't have any legs. And it was trying to eat me.
If you played last year's ridiculously scary The Evil Within, you know the kind of scream I'm talking about. Ear-piercing, followed by nervous giggling. If you're nodding in agreement, then congratulations are in order: you survived one of the most horrifying games in living memory.
The only question is, why would you dare go back? After bloody battles with brutal butchers, tentacle-faced zombies and something called a "Boxhead", the only proper thing to do is go outside, smell the roses and never, ever play that game again.
And yet, there's something addictive about The Evil Within's oppressive atmosphere, its skin-crawling horror, that sense of dread you get when you venture into a new room, wondering what insanity you'll find next. You can't look ... but you must.
