Thank you to all who have auditioned. If you are auditioning for the “voice actor” role DO NOT APPLY UNLESS YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH YOUR FACE BEING ON THE SCREEN. The female va role is voice only whereas the other audition is on screen recording.
We’re seeking talented female voice actors to join our creative team!
Line 1: Character's voice is strained, worn and in a quiet rage.
Line 2: Character's voice is defeated.
Line: Character's voice is speaking from a place of fear and disbelief.
I warned you not to open the door. Now it’s too late.
The only thing scarier than dying here… is surviving.
I saw it. It had no face, but it smiled."
We are looking for both male and female voice actors to narrate short horror stories on TikTok.
ONLY AUDITION IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE BEING ON SCREEN
Payment will depending highly on the success of the project. We just completed our first month and although we are not monetized yet we are on our way! This is a reoccurring narrating position. Do not apply if you cannot produce one video a week.
Narration the following script
It was just a wrong step. Anna had been distracted, scrolling through her phone as she walked home from work. One moment, the cracked pavement stretched ahead of her. The next, the ground beneath her seemed to dissolve. She stumbled, gasping, and fell—not onto concrete, but into a sea of yellowed, buzzing wallpaper. The air was stale and thick, filled with the faint hum of fluorescent lights. She turned in a circle. Endless, identical hallways stretched in every direction, lined with damp, patterned walls and stained carpet. The smell of mold was overpowering. "Hello?" she called, her voice trembling. It echoed unnaturally, bouncing off invisible corners. No response. Then came the noise. A soft scuttling, like claws on carpet, growing louder. Her heart raced. She broke into a run, her heels slamming against the floor as the hum of the lights grew distorted and warbled. The sound chased her, closer, faster. She turned a corner, and her breath hitched—a figure loomed ahead, tall, gaunt, and wrong, its limbs too long and its head twitching unnaturally. It didn’t move. Not yet. Anna froze, tears streaking her face, as the fluorescent light above flickered and dimmed. The last thing she heard was the scuttling behind her as the figure began to tilt its head and take a step forward. Then the light went out.
