Getting The Most Out Of Scream Time

Vent those inner anxieties by pairing screams to a perfect screaming place.

There’s a difference in places like there’s a difference in screams. Trust me. When you’ve got your victim in the right place, the scream they make will reward you — in a good way! I know great screams when I hear them — and I’ve tried many places to get the perfect one from every victim.

Oh, did you come here thinking this was a story about releasing your own frustrations in a safe, therapeutic way? (How selfish of you!) You’re half right. Some of us use other people to make the sound while we provide them with the anxieties to make it.

The trunk of my car used to be my favourite spot to hear a scream — but I was young and dumb — frankly, I’d never tried anywhere else. (How was I to know?) And I wasn’t such an aural connoisseur back then. The business of concealing the attack was way more important. I’d stuff a thick sock in their mouth right away. Duct tape maintained the silence so I never knew what I was missing.

One day, I took someone under a bridge. I hadn’t planned the encounter — and it was a real struggle getting the victim back to the car. My sock, tape and trunk felt like they were a million miles away. The bitch screamed many times and then I was surprised by what I heard. There were echoes. That sound aroused me in ways too devious to describe — totally surprising. It had a lot to do with the bridge. Those large concrete surfaces produced a sound bounce that elongated the scream. It was absolutely beautiful and I couldn’t get the sensation out of my mind. It got me thinking: Are there better places to hear a blood-curdling scream than the trunk of my car or under a random bridge?

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

  1. The desert. Obvious right? There’s no one to hear a scream. Its isolation allows them to run free. Enjoy way more scream time! Save duct tape and socks too. (Unfortunately, no exquisite echoes either. Boo-hoo.) Just take a shovel. Done!
  2. Two inches underwater. It’s a bubbly scream, not as loud but it has a very interesting effect. It’d be for those who’d like to be more creative with their kills.
  3. Upside down. The pitch changes. Yes, it does! Go figure! (Hint: Record a scream right side up and then compare it to the upside-down version. Yep, that’s a whole tone or two higher! Weird eh?)
  4. In an empty bucket. Pop a large bucket over the victim’s head and then listen to how the scream drops. That’s because the victim’s ears get the sound first and it’s bloody painful. Alternatively, if they keep screaming at the top of their lungs, watch their body flinch at the pain they cause themselves. It’s a wonderfully masochistic type of scream.
  5. A Cathedral. Oh my God, this is it. This is where it all happens — so stirring. It’s the most heavenly way to experience screams. It just rings and rings forever. Imagine a demon raping an angel — that’s the sound you’d get. Forget about finding a bridge. Go straight to Church and wallow in the surround sound of a scream delivered in a Holy Cathedral.

Now, I can’t guarantee you’ll get the same results as I do, but what I offer here are foundation stones on which to build ideas. You can mix it up by using two or more of my suggestions in one scenario. For instance: Take a victim to a Cathedral-sized cave and hold their head under two inches of water. Bubbly screams with some echo overlays is what I predict. (I haven’t done it myself (yet) by I can imagine the rewards would be worthy of testing.)

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 automatically by way of a small motor, you can sit back and listen to the ever-changing pitch as they go 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?

Anything you like.

Happy hunting.


Five women’s bodies are discovered after the nights of thunderstorms. Their spouses are suspected of the crimes, but it becomes clear that someone else is responsible. There’s no blood and few clues. A storm photographer who specializes in taking pictures of lightning may be the only witness.


Breaking Up Could Be The Best Thing I’ll Ever Do

A fairy-tale is coming to an end. I can feel it. I say I love you, but something’s wrong. If I had to describe it accurately, parts of this relationship has become like a horror story. I mean, we’ve worked on fixing the problems — tried so very hard to make things right, but it hurts too much to keep doing it. I ache from aching. Losing you is wrong, but life should be easier to live than this. I’m losing my mind while hanging on to whatever fragments are left of this marriage.

Maybe Breaking Up Is Better

It’s not working. We aren’t working. You feel it too, don’t you? It can’t just be me. There’s something we haven’t tried. Breaking up. I’ve thought about it a few times. We should give it a go. I think we should try it one time. What do you think? Would you like to try it too?

One-sided mirror conversations are brilliant. Every word makes perfect sense. The mirror never argues. It listens and reflects empathy. That kind of support can’t be bought. But what happens when that mirror becomes a flesh and blood person? Those questions will affect someone, and I won’t know the reaction to them. I mean, I’ve never done this before. No one ever says how to break up or divorce now, do they? Sure, some think about it, jokes are sometimes passed between friends, but few of them are ever said or taken seriously. The truth is, once we’ve made a commitment to marry, it’s a one-way direction. We’re supposed to remain together forever.

Should the words, die trying, be included somewhere too?

Reaching the relationship Utopia known as, ’til death do us part, is easier said than done. Making it work every day for a lifetime is a whole different game of hearts. What if it doesn’t go the right way, and the journey has more than a few bumps along the way? What happens when it keeps on happening?

It’s no one’s fault. It’s everyone’s fault. Silence or bickering. Those are the options to those caught in this loop.

Is breaking up allowed?

It’s not romantic. There’s no romance here. It’s tragic. That’s what it is. Sad and disappointing. It’s like death. Something in us will die and it’ll never come back. So, the choice is that or accept ongoing torture. It is a fool who chooses this, but I’ve been foolish. I’ve accepted something I didn’t like and have allowed it each day. This is enabling. I let a bad habit take form in my life, and I don’t want any part of it anymore.

Yes, breaking up is allowed. Death is fine too. Let the relationship die. Kill and bury it. There’s nothing left to see here. It’s dead. Leave. Start walking. We can’t change the past, but we can leave and walk away from it today. Things won’t be the same again. It’s true.

That’s also the goddam point!

Break-ups happen. They really do. They’re a natural part of life. If we’re to believe that existence’s rainbow is made up of a kaleidoscope of colours, we must be prepared to accept the darkest ones too. They’ll visit us from time to time. Break up is one of those horrible colours, but it’s just that, a colour.

So walk away. Lift your head. Prettier colours will return again. We should be allowed to embrace The End without guilt, and then look forward to seeing the golds and yellows when the future finally arrives.

SEETHINGS is about long-term love. It’s about two proud people who have loved well but became love-martyrs to sustain an endless ending. She is an educator. He is a photographer. They are being counselled by radio identity Tony Brindell. He’s trying to unravel their mess, but inadvertently uncovers some darker secrets.

Someone is about to be tortured. Someone will die for all the pain.

Enjoy your SEETHINGS journey. Like love, it has the potential to torment — but it certainly won’t disappoint.

– Michael (Author)

Five Random Victims
Summer Thunderstorms
Charm Bracelet
Author: M.Forman

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language, and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.

Love Gone Wrong Podcast

A Syndrome Far More Debilitating Than Social Isolation

Pandemics can have us thinking that there’s no way out of the gloom. Another viral strain equals more debates, mandates and lockdowns. Isolation is the worst of all. It erodes mental health in so many ways. Is life without human contact really that bad?

Consider Usher’s Syndrome for a moment. What if someone took away your eyes, ears and mouth? The resulting affect is an isolation like no other — a real condition, one without light, sound or speech.

How isolating would this condition be? What crazy things would happen to the brain if it didn’t get to experience the necessary external stimulation to develop awareness about the world in which it lives? Forget about not being able to have a drink with friends, what about not knowing if it’s day or night outside?

You’re fortunate.

If you’re able to read this post, you probably don’t have Usher’s Syndrome. You can’t catch it from someone else. Michelle Fedgaard (not her real name), was born with this rare genetic condition and, as you’d expect, the syndrome caused significant ‘mental’ issues to develop. It took years for anyone to notice the changes. The symptoms burst to the surface one night after some erratic behaviour — and then it took more years to make sense of what’d really happened to her over her young life. After all, how could any of us know what’s going on inside another’s mind? It’s hard enough to get the truth out of someone who has all their senses and intellectual faculties. Breaking into one that has only known silence and isolation would be something quite different.

Imaginary friends. They were what kept her company.

Yes. This makes perfect sense.

If you can’t have real friends in a real world, why not imagine some in an imaginary one and have a life with them instead? Michelle’s mind grew an entirely alternate universe filled with people and things to keep it enriched with variety-filled content. It nourished her mind with story lines that entertained and delighted but, like life, make-believe didn’t lead to happy-ever-afters all the time. This world also included an element of conflict. Friends argued. Some split. The rest took sides and a war was waged between the principal characters. It wasn’t until she was in her mid-twenties did her hidden battle come to light. A psychotic episode opened a window. That’s when clinicians leaned in and peered inside it.

One day, in front of a shocked friend (of this world), Michelle had inexplicable spasms. This friend called an ambulance. The hospital staff exposed Michelle’s other reality. With experienced translators at hand (specialised in touch-based sign language), she was able to reveal her inner thoughts and feelings to psychiatrists. She said that she was being hunted by evil angels who were determined to kill her. It was a complex story, one with so many players and levels that it was hard to keep track of it all. But her fear and anxiety towards the impending violence were extremely real. She knew what was going to happen to her. The psychiatrists were astonished at the sophisticated other world that’d been created inside her mind. They were perplexed as to how to undo what decades of psychological isolation had created.

In my novel, I’ve incorporated a more detailed account of this real-life story of unique isolation. It was included to draw parallels between someone who feels a sense of isolation without any known barriers and the real isolation felt by those who are confined by tangible walls. The text begins with prisoners who are ordered into solitary confinement but soon switches over to intimate relationships, those people who feel that they are trapped by an overbearing or cold partner.

Marriages can feel confining if the circumstances are right. A husband who tells his wife what to eat, who she can see and what she can wear in public — a wife who constantly checks her husband’s phone log and demands to know his every movement when they’re not together — represent some of these situations. Over time, couples find themselves deeply immersed in uncomfortable relationship scenarios. They are the very same ones they’d tell their closest friends to avoid if they had the chance to do it.

Love promises to set us free but not everyone finds Utopia. Some of us began our journey okay but now we barely manage to make it through the day without wanting to break down. A small crumb of hope is all we have to keep us going.

The question posed in my novel is: How much emotional, psychological or sexual confinement is enough to push someone over the edge? When is it the point of no return? Can change happen and fix a broken heart?

From afar, the answers are easy. When the subject of the discussion does not include us, the solutions to stop the push are many. Communication, counseling, separation, divorce — words that float off our tongues without trouble. But if the discussion includes our name and situation, those words stay stuck in our throats. We’re not so quick to judge. We stop. We wait. We hope. Another day goes by. Another month ticks on. A whole year passes and we’re no closer to a resolution. Our problem grows. We remain silent and alone… and it’s totally isolating.

Social isolation and a worldwide pandemic do not come close to the prolonged isolation that some people experience every day when living with their spouse. Spare a thought for them dear reader for they are the ones who know true isolation. They won’t take to the streets or post vitriol on social media to complain or blame someone else for it. Most just accept their lot in life, quietly cry into their pillow and then get on with things tomorrow.

Or, perhaps, this post that connects with you intimately. Something in it rings true. If that’s the case, then take a long look inside the book. It’s free (for the time being). You’ll probably find the niggling conflict between the central couple uncomfortably familiar. Most likely, you’ll recognise the silent coldness between Samantha and Mitchell and resonate with it. They’re desperately trying to keep things together, but the more they try to fix it, the worse it gets. They have the best of intentions at heart, but nothing they do works. Something or someone is about to break.

The breakage forms part of the twist towards the end. It’s a dark, dangerous and sexy story. There will be secret affairs, lies and deception. A marriage in a ten-year emotional lock-down will be shaken to its core.

It kinda makes a stint in fourteen-day self-isolation in familiar, safe surroundings look appealing.

Michael Forman (author)

Five women’s bodies are discovered after the nights of thunderstorms. Their spouses are suspected of the crimes, but it becomes clear that someone else is responsible. There’s no blood and few clues. A storm photographer who specializes in taking pictures of lightning may be the only witness.