I still flinch when I hear those creaky mansion doors from the original Resident Evil on PlayStation 1. That game ruined me as a kid.
It wasn't even the zombies at first — it was the sound design. Those echoey footsteps, sudden silences, and that damn piano room music? Pure psychological warfare. But the worst moment? Dogs crashing through the window in the hallway. I dropped the controller, screamed, turned off the console, and didn't touch it for weeks.
And don't even get me started on the limited ammo, those fixed camera angles, and having to choose between saving your bullets or just... dying.