This is the first year that I ever experienced horror playing a video game. I've already experienced tension, addiction, frustration, and exhilaration. But fear? Why would I be scared of cartoonish sprites?
I only know about Doom because my older brother brought a copied floppy home from high school and installed it on our computer. Yeah, I'm the kid brother, but he still enjoys having me around, and he's a great gateway to books, movies and games I might not otherwise discover on my own. So when I went down to our basement that one day to see what he was up to, he was more than eager to put me in the pilot's seat and show me this amazing, awesome new game.
Of course, my brother is also a jerk, and as soon as he showed me the basic controls, he went upstairs.
He left me alone. In the basement.