It’s a cliche, but I was thinking about “there’s nothing scarier than the unknown.” I find this to be literally true, although I haven’t asked whether its the case for people with, e.g. arachnophobia or similar.

In thinking about it though, “the unknown” isn’t exactly what I’m afraid of. Rather, the unknown is simply a placeholder for existing or imaginary fears. And since its a placeholder, it becomes dynamic and mutable based on whomever is experiencing it. This is handy in games, movies, etc.

What brought this up initially was my playing through Dead Island 2’s DLC content, Haus. The base game has plenty of jump scares – sometimes frustratingly unintentional, when zombies materialize from thin air – but Haus leaned into the whole creepy psychological nightmare house schtick. Which is fine, whatever. But I had a moment, in a particularly creepy room, where I thought “Oh, I bet they’re going to do X!” In this case, X is an overly-elaborate amalgamation of scenes from Silent Hill, Dead Space, and similar, that I won’t be getting into; solve for your own damn X.

Thing is, the devs couldn’t do it. The language of action necessary to do X wasn’t in the game. This isn’t Dead Space where an air duct could burst open and a giant tentacle kill you instantly if you fail the Quick Time Event. There are just… zombies, who attack you in predictable ways. Do the zombies crawl out of small sewer grates and other unexpected places? Sure. But zombies are zombies in Dead Island 2. I can panic when a Burster appears in close proximity, but that is a known hazard.

When you don’t know what the game can do, that’s when it’s scariest.

I’m reminded of when I first played Valheim, so long ago. The game was Early Access (still is), made by a small group of people (still is), and they were trying different things. For example, I don’t know of any other survival game in which chopping down trees requires my complete attention, lest I be crushed.

So, there I was, setting sail for the first time in search of… whatever. Vaguely, I knew about the existence of Serpents from Reddit posts, but not necessarily what they looked like, what their attack patterns were, or whether you could see them coming, outrun them, etc. And after a while of sailing, I started to think maybe they weren’t in the game at all.

Somehow, that actually made the situation worse. I started feeling uneasy any time I came across darker water, or other anomalous phenomenon (real or imagined). Wouldn’t it be just the worst if you were sailing along, oblivious, and then a dark shadow beneath your boat yawned, teeth the size of spears sprouting from the waves, while you and your boat disappear in an agonizing instant? Just me?

Anyway, as you can imagine, it was fun times when I encountered my first Leviathan and it sunk beneath the waves after my incessant barnacle trimming. This is it, I’m going to be eaten! It wasn’t. But for that first moment, it could have been, and Valheim got me.

Then lost me when I searched seven mountain ranges for a single goddamn silver node. Not bitter.