I didn’t play Layers of Fear as intended. I lost count of the number of times that I would be bent over, rifling through a pair of drawers or rummaging through a cupboard when – DUNG! – the audio would clatter through my headphones, and I’d turn around to see what I missed. I’m sure it would have had an unsettling effect, had I seen it, but I was too busy searching for rat drawings, ‘whispering’ items, and any number of letters and journals that would fill out the story and perhaps net me some Gamerscore. As it turned out, it would even lead to a better ending, but I didn’t know that at the time.