Making The Most Of Scream Time

It’s okay to vent once in a while. In fact, it’s highly recommended. Keeping things bottled up indefinitely has a negative effect on our mental and physical health.

But I’m not here to talk about you and how you scream. That’s a waste of time.

I’m talking about how to make others scream.

Mentioning victims comes next. We can’t say much more about it until we talk about them.

This is about the screams strangers make while we work our special magic on them. Their screams offer a calming effect of their own. Nothing pacifies a tortured soul more than hearing others’ pain.

It’s like welcoming them to the club.

That’s why I want to promote a healthy, creative exploration of good screaming so that people like you and me can make the most of the time we have with our screamy guests. It’s not easy to get a victim alone in a place where their screams can’t be heard by others. So when we do finally get that opportunity, we want to make the best use of their time and ours.

And there’s the other thing to consider. Screams eventually do run out. Our screamers get exhausted, pass out, or flat-out die. That’s disappointing.

We shouldn’t be wasting a good thing when we’ve got it, or run short of screams as soon as the fun starts. The last thing we want is for it to end prematurely and spoil our good time.

We have to think smarter.

We have to choose our victims carefully. And we need to plan what we do when we get them alone. There are benefits in planning ahead and controlling the workspace you choose to take your beloved guest to.

You see, there’s a difference in screams when you do.

Trust me. When you’ve got the right victim in the right place, the scream they make will reward you in ways you’ve never dreamed!

I know great screams when I hear them — and I’ve experimented much to perfect them. It’s about creative pairing and ingenuity. That is, choosing the right victims with the right place for their ultimate scream performance.

Let me take you back to something that might be familiar to you — the trunk of a car.

The trunk of mine, the place of the first scream I heard — but I was young and dumb — frankly, I’d never tried anywhere else to know the difference.

I wasn’t such an aural connoisseur back then. Youthful ignorance kept my mind closed to the possibilities. I was more concerned about concealing the attack and not getting caught. I’d carry a thick sock with me so I never heard most of the sounds they made. I never knew what I was missing while tormenting them!

A certain circumstance offered me a new perspective!

One night, I took someone under a bridge. It crossed a river that was miles from anywhere. I hadn’t planned to take a leak — a spontaneous decision — that’s so unlike me — anyway, it was a struggle getting her back to the car. My sock, gaffa tape and trunk felt like they were a million miles away. The bitch screamed and howled all the way, thumping her shoes and feet against the gravel. I thought I’d made a foolish mistake. The sound she made swirled around the high concrete structure with ease. I was sure the traffic above would hear something of it, but it didn’t.

Cars are like sound bubbles. Drivers keep their own noise to themselves while the outside world stays outside. No one heard. No one knew.

I was surprised by what I felt while I dragged her, and she screamed. There were strange echoes all around me — strange feelings too. That echoing sound aroused me — it stimulated, enticed. The more she screamed, the more I wanted to hear it. It was the bridge that did it. Its sound dynamics expanded the fear.

Those large concrete surfaces produced a resonant bounce that lengthened her desperation. It reached right into my soul and kissed it deeply.

I don’t care too much about why it happened. All I know is that it felt absolutely wonderful. Weeks later, I couldn’t get the sensation out of my mind. It lifted my spirits. I was more productive at work. My wife and I made better love. It was, though the stars in my life were suddenly aligned.

It got me thinking: Are there better places to hear a blood-curdling scream than under a bridge?

After thirty years of experience, I feel it’s time to share my top five favourite screamy places.

1. The desert. Obvious right? Isolation saves us. It’s great for first-timers or those dipping their toes into the lifestyle. You can take your time and wear your victim down. That aside, the open atmosphere leaves the sound of a scream nice and dry. It’s raw and pure, just as nature intended!
2. Two inches underwater. It’s a bubbly kind of scream, not as loud as others, but the effect is compelling. It’s for those water bunnies who’d like to be more creative and don’t mind getting wet when doing it.
3. The inverted-victim-scream. The pitch changes. Yes, it does! Go figure! Why does that happen? I don’t know, but you’re very welcome to use this creative idea.
4. The empty bucket helmet. Pop a large bucket over the victim’s head. Let them scream into it. Listen to how the volume drops. That’s because the victim’s ears are the first ones to get the sound. It’s bloody painful. Watch their body flinch at the pain it gives itself. It’s a wonderfully masochistic method.
5. A Cathedral. Oh my God, this is it, my friends. Here is heaven — so stirring and majestic. It’s the most ethereal way to experience screams. It just rings on forever. Imagine a demon twisting off an Angel’s arm and then shoving it up an orifice. Forget about bridge scenarios. Go straight to Church for other worldly experiences.

Now, I can’t guarantee you’ll get the same results I do, but what I offer here are foundational ideas to build yours on. You can mix it up by using two or more of my suggestions in one scenario.

For instance: Take a victim to a Cathedral and hold their head under two inches of holy water. Bubbly screams from the baptismal font with added echo overlays is my prediction. (I haven’t done it myself, but I can imagine what the rewards would be. Delicious.)

What about inverting the victim on a vertical turntable in the middle of Nowhere Desert and then fixing a bucket to its head? If the turntable rotates via a small motor, you can sit back and listen to the ever-changing pitch as it goes from right-side up to upside down and back again. You can have fun finding ways to keep them screaming while figuring out what causes the pitch to change.

What keeps them screaming, you ask?

A promise to let them live.

Happy hunting.

-M