Scream Play
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We are Scream Play… where you scream and we Play! Our team of creative artists brings horror content daily!
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New Audio Drama Up! Come check us out. We make Horror content with our cast of creatives and drop them every Friday 3pm CDT. #horror
New Audio Drama Up! Come check us out. We make Horror content with our cast of creatives and drop them every Friday 3pm CDT. #horror
That’s Isn't Me! He's Stealing My Life And My Girlfriend!
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February 7, 2025 at 9:08 PM
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New Audio Drama Up! Come check us out. We make Horror content with our cast of creatives and drop them every Friday 3pm CDT. #horror
New Audio Drama Up! Come check us out. We make Horror content with our cast of creatives and drop them every Friday 3pm CDT. #horror
Years drag on, my eyes stay wide,
Sleep has left, but death won’t bide.
Shadows crawl along the walls,
Whispered voices, endless calls.
Bones grow brittle, flesh decays,
Mind unravels, time betrays.
Eyelids torn but never close—
Endless waking, nightmare grows. #horror
Sleep has left, but death won’t bide.
Shadows crawl along the walls,
Whispered voices, endless calls.
Bones grow brittle, flesh decays,
Mind unravels, time betrays.
Eyelids torn but never close—
Endless waking, nightmare grows. #horror
February 6, 2025 at 1:03 PM
Years drag on, my eyes stay wide,
Sleep has left, but death won’t bide.
Shadows crawl along the walls,
Whispered voices, endless calls.
Bones grow brittle, flesh decays,
Mind unravels, time betrays.
Eyelids torn but never close—
Endless waking, nightmare grows. #horror
Sleep has left, but death won’t bide.
Shadows crawl along the walls,
Whispered voices, endless calls.
Bones grow brittle, flesh decays,
Mind unravels, time betrays.
Eyelids torn but never close—
Endless waking, nightmare grows. #horror
A whisper churns in silver teeth,
A gnashing sound from down beneath.
A severed voice, a broken plea,
A thing that should not—cannot—be.
It grips, it twists, it pulls, it bites,
It feeds on flesh in dead of night.
The switch flips on—a grinding wail—
And drains run red where horrors wail.
A gnashing sound from down beneath.
A severed voice, a broken plea,
A thing that should not—cannot—be.
It grips, it twists, it pulls, it bites,
It feeds on flesh in dead of night.
The switch flips on—a grinding wail—
And drains run red where horrors wail.
February 4, 2025 at 1:50 PM
A whisper churns in silver teeth,
A gnashing sound from down beneath.
A severed voice, a broken plea,
A thing that should not—cannot—be.
It grips, it twists, it pulls, it bites,
It feeds on flesh in dead of night.
The switch flips on—a grinding wail—
And drains run red where horrors wail.
A gnashing sound from down beneath.
A severed voice, a broken plea,
A thing that should not—cannot—be.
It grips, it twists, it pulls, it bites,
It feeds on flesh in dead of night.
The switch flips on—a grinding wail—
And drains run red where horrors wail.
Keys turn slow, the door swings wide,
A scent of warmth drifts from inside.
Soft humming, footsteps near,
A whispered Welcome home, my dear.
A dress hangs neat, shoes by the door,
A life he’s never known before.
His hands shake—his throat is tight,
He’s lived alone his whole damn life.
#horror
A scent of warmth drifts from inside.
Soft humming, footsteps near,
A whispered Welcome home, my dear.
A dress hangs neat, shoes by the door,
A life he’s never known before.
His hands shake—his throat is tight,
He’s lived alone his whole damn life.
#horror
February 1, 2025 at 2:15 PM
Keys turn slow, the door swings wide,
A scent of warmth drifts from inside.
Soft humming, footsteps near,
A whispered Welcome home, my dear.
A dress hangs neat, shoes by the door,
A life he’s never known before.
His hands shake—his throat is tight,
He’s lived alone his whole damn life.
#horror
A scent of warmth drifts from inside.
Soft humming, footsteps near,
A whispered Welcome home, my dear.
A dress hangs neat, shoes by the door,
A life he’s never known before.
His hands shake—his throat is tight,
He’s lived alone his whole damn life.
#horror
HORROR STORY: BLACK HAT MAN! Don’t Go to Sleep
YouTube video by Scream Play
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January 31, 2025 at 10:39 PM
They laid me down in hollowed stone,
Sealed the lid—I was alone.
A breathless gasp, a whispered moan,
But no one heard; they all had gone.
I clawed, I screamed, I tore my skin,
The dark so tight, the air so thin.
Above, they laughed, they sang, they swayed…
While underground, I died afraid.
#horror
Sealed the lid—I was alone.
A breathless gasp, a whispered moan,
But no one heard; they all had gone.
I clawed, I screamed, I tore my skin,
The dark so tight, the air so thin.
Above, they laughed, they sang, they swayed…
While underground, I died afraid.
#horror
January 31, 2025 at 6:19 PM
They laid me down in hollowed stone,
Sealed the lid—I was alone.
A breathless gasp, a whispered moan,
But no one heard; they all had gone.
I clawed, I screamed, I tore my skin,
The dark so tight, the air so thin.
Above, they laughed, they sang, they swayed…
While underground, I died afraid.
#horror
Sealed the lid—I was alone.
A breathless gasp, a whispered moan,
But no one heard; they all had gone.
I clawed, I screamed, I tore my skin,
The dark so tight, the air so thin.
Above, they laughed, they sang, they swayed…
While underground, I died afraid.
#horror
Soft wings dance in moonlight pale,
Trailing scents of bodies frail.
A cut, a scrape, a wound so red—
They drink where living flesh has bled.
Tiny mouths, so light, so fleet,
Lapping where the heart still beats.
You’ll never feel their silent sip…
Until your veins run dry—drip, drip. #horror #poem
Trailing scents of bodies frail.
A cut, a scrape, a wound so red—
They drink where living flesh has bled.
Tiny mouths, so light, so fleet,
Lapping where the heart still beats.
You’ll never feel their silent sip…
Until your veins run dry—drip, drip. #horror #poem
January 30, 2025 at 1:22 PM
A smile so bright, so warm, so wide,
But secrets fester deep inside.
Teeth like pearls, a perfect grin,
Hiding rot that lurks within.
They laugh, they joke, they shake your hand,
But darkness waits at their command.
So next time someone grins at you…
Ask yourself—what do they do? #horrorshorts
But secrets fester deep inside.
Teeth like pearls, a perfect grin,
Hiding rot that lurks within.
They laugh, they joke, they shake your hand,
But darkness waits at their command.
So next time someone grins at you…
Ask yourself—what do they do? #horrorshorts
January 29, 2025 at 5:02 PM
A smile so bright, so warm, so wide,
But secrets fester deep inside.
Teeth like pearls, a perfect grin,
Hiding rot that lurks within.
They laugh, they joke, they shake your hand,
But darkness waits at their command.
So next time someone grins at you…
Ask yourself—what do they do? #horrorshorts
But secrets fester deep inside.
Teeth like pearls, a perfect grin,
Hiding rot that lurks within.
They laugh, they joke, they shake your hand,
But darkness waits at their command.
So next time someone grins at you…
Ask yourself—what do they do? #horrorshorts
Expectant: A Holiday Horror at Saint Cathy’s Orphange
YouTube video by Scream Play
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December 26, 2024 at 1:23 AM
Snow blanketed the town as carolers sang outside. Sarah hung a porcelain angel on the Christmas tree. Its eyes shifted. She froze. “Mom?” her son whispered, trembling. Behind him, the angel stood life-sized, its grin wide. The carolers’ song warped. “Silent night,” it rasped. The lights flickered.
December 24, 2024 at 2:26 AM
Snow blanketed the town as carolers sang outside. Sarah hung a porcelain angel on the Christmas tree. Its eyes shifted. She froze. “Mom?” her son whispered, trembling. Behind him, the angel stood life-sized, its grin wide. The carolers’ song warped. “Silent night,” it rasped. The lights flickered.