1926: In My Restless Dreams, I See That Town

I adore the Silent Hill series. Like most people, my absolute favourite is Silent Hill 2 — I still vividly recall my friends coming to visit me at university with a copy in tow, and me beating it in an evening as they gradually got drunk and passed out in my lounge surrounded by takeaway trays — but I’ve also enjoyed the other installments in the series, even when they erred a bit on the side of “culty” rather than the intense, bewildering, horrifying and upsetting psychological drama that was Silent Hill 2.

I was keen to check out P.T. then, since I’m now the proud owner of a PlayStation 4. P.T. was originally released under something of an air of mystery and it wasn’t until people cleared it that their suspicions were confirmed and it was revealed to be a teaser for an upcoming “next-gen” Silent Hill game, developed as a collaboration between the dream team of Hideo Kojima and Guillermo del Toro.

I was especially keen to check out P.T. right now, because owing to Kojima’s apparent departure from series publisher Konami and the seeming cancellation of Silent Hills — there are still some people who believe this might be an elaborate troll by Kojima, mind — it had been suggested that P.T. would no longer be available on the PlayStation Store after today, meaning that anyone who was interested to check it out would no longer be able to do so if they hadn’t already downloaded a copy. If, indeed, Konami has cancelled Silent Hills — and, sadly, it looks as if that is the case — then there’s no sense from a business perspective for having a teaser demo available, even if said teaser demo is both baffling and creative.

P.T. doesn’t tell you anything. You wake up in a room with a cockroach scuttling away from you. You exit the room and find yourself in a house that has seen better days; it looks like the apparently absent residents have had some fairly major issues with drinking, drugs and violence — something which appears to be confirmed by the radio broadcast you hear shortly after entering the house, which speaks of the horrific murder of a whole family.

You wander through the house, eventually coming to an open door that seems to lead down to a cellar. Upon passing through it, you come to another door, only to find yourself back in the hallway you just left. From there, things start to get more and more weird as they go along — I shan’t spoil the specifics, but suffice to say there’s evidence of Metal Gear Solid-era Kojima mindfuckery at play here; the game appears to crash and reset at one point, for example, only to then continue on its way if you persevere rather than closing it in disgust, and the final puzzle requires you to wait for the clock to strike midnight, walk exactly ten paces forward, stop, wait for scary noises and then utter the name “Jarith” into your PlayStation microphone. (Yes, really, that is the actual solution; I just did it.)

While the “puzzles” throughout P.T. — if you can call them that — are brain-fryingly obtuse, even by adventure game standards (my eternal respect to the dudes who figured out the solution to that last puzzle), the experience as a whole is spectacularly terrifying, recreating a type of experience I hadn’t realised I’d been missing for quite some time.

There aren’t many modern games that are genuinely scary, you see. I’m talking a combination of lurking horror and occasional jump scares; Silent Hill has always been particularly good at the former, while the latter has usually been the territory of Resident Evil (which isn’t what it used to be, but let’s not jump down that rabbit-hole just yet). P.T. provides both, and it wasn’t until I played it through this evening that I realised it’s been quite a long time since a modern game made me feel genuinely uneasy, made me jump or made me actually cry out in surprise. (Yes, I did all of those things. I am a wuss.)

As a result, not only am I sad that we’re seemingly not going to get a new Silent Hill game, I’m also sad that an increasingly rare example of proper horror gaming has been canned.

I’m glad I had the chance to experience P.T., though; it’s quite something.