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A current look at the covers for the town of adaliah!

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ADALIAH TRANSCRIPT E2

[INTRO MUSIC PLAYS.]

Episode two Abigail

[MUSIC FADES AWAY.]

[INT. CABIN - WILL’S OFFICE. THE WOOD CREAKS SLIGHTLY AS WILL SHIFTS IN HIS CHAIR.]

WILL

Stay curious and stay cautious! Stay curious and an- and stay cautious!… stay cautious

MALIK

Hey, Will-

WILL

Jesus Christ you can’t just do that

MALIK

Oh, sorry! Sorry! It's just– I’ve got a Miss Abigail here? She says she knows about Adaliah.

WILL

Oh– well– Okay, send her in, I guess.

[MALIK’S FOOTSTEPS RETREAT. THE DOOR CLOSES BEHIND HIM.]

[CLICKS OF A COMPUTER CAN BE HEARD, ALONG WITH WILL’S TYPING AND A BEEP OR TWO.]

[THE DOOR OPENS AGAIN. SHOES CLICK AGAINST THE FLOORBOARDS.]

WILL

Miss Abigail, right?

ABIGAIL

Oh yes, I’m quite sure.

[A LONG AND UNCOMFORTABLY AWKWARD PAUSE.]

WILL

Right…

[ANOTHER PAUSE.]

Malik said you wanted to…?

ABIGAIL

Oh, yes, right–

[ABIGAIL SITS. A CHAIR DRAGS SLIGHTLY ALONG THE WOOD.]

[SHE RUSTLES THROUGH A BAG. ITEMS CLACK TOGETHER. A BOOK IS DRAWN FROM THE FABRIC.]

I’ve got a diary here. It was my [family member]’s. I figured I’d read what’s written in it, seeing as you wanted to learn more about Adaliah…

WILL

Go right ahead.

[PAGES FLIP AS ABIGAIL OPENS THE BOOK. SHE CLEARS HER THROAT QUIETLY.]

ABIGAIL

April 14th, 1802. I woke suddenly, my heart pounding in my chest not for any apparent reason, though the clenched fist of dread had curled tightly around me. The cold air was thick and still, an unsettling quietness hanging over Adaliah. My husband, Arthur, was sleeping sound beside me, and I laid there, trying to understand what had woken me so deep into the night. Then I heard it—a faint, almost whisper-like murmur that chilled me to the bone. I got out of bed, careful not to wake my dear Arthur, and went to check on our daughter, Abigail–

WILL

Oh! Abigail. Family name?

ABIGAIL

(put off) Yes. Can I get back to…?

WILL

Yep, yes, I… Go ahead.

ABIGAIL

As I walked down the hallway, the whispers seemed to get louder, more insistent. But when I reached Abigail's room and opened the door, my heart stopped. Her bed was empty. The covers were thrown back as if she had gotten up in a hurry.

I ran back to my husband without further thought and woke him in my panicked state. He was still deep in his slumber, he did not understand me at first, but upon repeating my cries he became most awake. He cast aside his blankets and threw himself from the sheets in an instant.

We grabbed our lanterns and rushed outside. The air bit against our skin, we had forgotten our coats in our hurry to find her. The settlement was eerily quiet, with only those strange whispers that seemed to follow us as our company. We called out for Abigail, our voices desperate and trembling.

I called for her till my voice was hoarse and dry, crying, "Abigail! Abigail, where are you, my sweet? Where are you?" My chest could've burst, my heart pounded so.

Soon, our neighbors heard our commotions and were racing outside to meet us, their faces pale with concern. Together, we formed a search party and began to scour the area. The lanterns cast long, flickering shadows, making everything seem that muchmore sinister. As we neared the forest's edge, my fear grew even greater. The woods had always been vile, but tonight, they felt alive with something dark and menacing.

"Over here!" a voice, hurried and panicked as our own, shouted from the darkness.

We all ran towards the voice, our lanterns swinging wildly, casting monstrous shapes through the trees. When we reached the spot, we found a child lying at the base of an ancient, warped oak. It wasn't Abigail. It was Samuel, the Wards' little boy. His body was limp and motionless, his eyes wide open and staring at the sky. Strange symbols were carved into the bark above him. The shapes of more could be seen in the blood slowly staining his white night clothes.

Mrs Ward fell into hysterics upon seeing her child. She collapsed onto her knees beside him, cradling him in her arms. Blood stained her clothes as well, but she did not care.

I could barely breathe. The scene was like that of my darkest nightmares. Samuel's skin was frozen to the bone. His eyes, which were once a pale blue, were now grey like storm clouds and bloodshot. The blood had completely stained his shirt by then, but I was sure if we lifted it, those terrible, sordid symbols would still be clear as day, carved into his fragile chest. Those horrible whispers were gone now, replaced by the sound of Mrs. Ward's sobs as she wailed over her boy.

We all stood there, frozen as the boy below us, in shock and horror. Samuel was gone, and my own daughter was still missing.

The morning that followed was a wholly sombre event. The entire settlement was quiet as death. News of Samuel's grisly end had spread quickly, and everyone was on edge. A death like that, well. It just wasn't natural.

I felt numb, the events of the previous night playing over and over in my mind. We still hadn't found Abigail, and I couldn't shake the image of Samuel's lifeless eyes.

We were offered condolences from many, even the Grimssons’. We all helped with the preparations for Samuel's funeral. The air was thick with grief and fear. We dressed Samuel's body. I was the one to set his shirt just right. Poor Mrs Ward could barely look at him.

My Arthur tried to comfort me, but his eyes were hollow with sorrow. He promised me we would find her, our sweet, darling Abigail. He sounded so scared, I had never seen him like that. And yet, still, he comforted me.

We chose a small clearing, just outside the settlement, for Samuel's grave. The entire community gathered, their faces drawn and pale. Jonathan Moore, our leader, stood at the head of the grave and said a few words, his voice heavy with emotion. He was always kind and comforting, and this time was no exception. He managed to rally most of the town, despite how wracked with grief we all were, although I myself could not bring myself to listen. All I could think of was my baby, alone and frightened in the woods.

The only wood to spare for a coffin was that of the Wards’ soon-to-be-born child's cradle. As it lowered into the fresh earth, a cold wind swept through the clearing, setting my body alight with shivers. I spared a glance around our group and noticed several of the nearby trees bore those same strange symbols. Just as the first shovelful of dirt was thrown onto the coffin, a sound echoed through the forest.

It was a deep, mournful howl, unlike anything I had ever heard. The way it shook right through all of us, there was nothing normal about it. It was not like a bear or wolf. My father taught me of the sorts of things that tend to prowl through forests, but this was most certainly not any forest creature I had heard of.

It was the most frightening thing, and I knew whatever it was had to do with what happened to poor Samuel. A terror gripped me then, as I imagined my Abigail surviving on her own, hunted and hiding from this creature.

Our panicked whispers filled the clearing. I saw Mrs Chambers clinging to her husband's shoulder, as many of us were. Mr Smith kept his wife and children pressed against him, guarding against this unknown threat.

Jonathan tried to calm everyone, insisting it was just a wild animal. But the howls continued, growing louder and more insistent. The symbols on the trees seemed to pulse with an eerie glow. I was certain nobody but I could see it, casting strange shadows over the clearing.

I clutched Arthur’s hand tightly, feeling more scared than ever. The feeling of being watched was overwhelming, the unseen eyes of this howling creature boring into us. I scanned the tree line, half-expecting to see it lurking in the shadows. The howls eventually faded, but the sense of dread remained strong over us all.

As the last of the dirt was piled onto Samuel's grave, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning. Something ancient and evil had been awakened in Adaliah. Maybe it was our settlement here that had drawn this darkness, or perhaps it had simply been waiting for a group such as us for a long, long time.

We made our way back to the settlement, and I noticed Jonathan lingering by the grave, his face drawn and haunted. He seemed to be studying the lettering on the little tombstone as if he could change it.

[SFX. – THE CREAKING OF THE CABIN RETURNS]

That’s the end of the entry.

WILL

Oh. Are there any more?

ABIGAIL

You can just.. have the diary.

[A CHAIR DRAGS AGAINST THE WOOD AS ABIGAIL STANDS. HER BAG SHIFTS.]

WILL

Do you have any way we can contact you? If we need to follow up on any of the entries in here?

ABIGAIL

Oh, no, I don’t really have a phone, or anything like that.

WILL

…how did you hear about the podcast?

ABIGAIL

Podcast?

WILL

Right… well, then–

[ABIGAIL WALKS TOWARDS THE DOOR WHILE WILL TALKS. SHE SLAMS THE DOOR CLOSED, CUTTING HIM OFF. WILL SIGHS AND TURNS BACK TO HIS COMPUTER.]

Oh, god, I’ve left the mic on. Well since I’ve got you all here, let’s read from the diary!

[PAGES RUSTLE.]

[NOISES OF CONFUSION, FOLLOWED BY FRANTIC PAGE TURNING. THE BOOK CLOSES, THEN THUDS LIGHTLY AS IT IS PLACED DOWN ON THE DESK.]

…This– This is blank.

[A PAUSE AS WILL CONSIDERS THIS. HIS BREATHING IS A LITTLE SHAKY.]

I don’t think I’ll be posting this.

[ENDING MUSIC]

[MALIK STIRS HIS TEA AND TAKES A SIP]

MALIK

Oh oh oh right um uh thanks for listening! If you have any information or theories about adaliah reach out on our twitter, do I really have to call it x? I suppose… at townofadaliah no spaces or email us at 3821we@gmail.com that’s 3821we@gmail.com

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ADALIAH TRANSCRIPT eE1

[INTRO MUSIC PLAYS.]

[MUSIC FADES AWAY.]

[INT. CABIN - WILL’S OFFICE. THE WOOD CREAKS SLIGHTLY AS WILL SHIFTS IN HIS CHAIR.]

WILL

(Testing) Hello, hello… Are you listening?

[WILL SHUFFLES, STRAIGHTENING IN HIS CHAIR. HE CLEARS HIS THROAT.]

(Professional) Hello! I'm William Evans, reference number ‘3329598’. I'm here with Malik

[MALIK’S CHAIR CREAKS. FABRIC RUSTLES AS HE SHIFTS.]

MALIK

Hi, I’m Malik, William's research assistant.

WILL

Welcome to my podcast, ‘The Town of Adaliah’, where I will be discussing the town's mysterious history. This podcast is intended for my professor and the board, but it's always nice to have any other listeners along. Maybe it'll will convince them to give me better funding!

[HE SETTLES NATURALLY, SHUFFLING SOME PAPERS.]

During my years as a researcher, I’ve made it my business to uncover pieces of history that many others overlook. Today, we're diving into the town that officially doesn't exist—Adaliah. A place wiped from maps and memories, (overdone spooky) but whose story refuses to stay buried.

[WILL CLEARS HIS THROAT]

My search started in the dusty corner of my university library. I found an old diary, faded and fragile, belonging to a man named Jonathan Moore. He wrote about founding a town called Adaliah in the early 1800s. But here's the kicker: Adaliah doesn't appear on any maps. Almost no records mention it.

MALIK

We’ve been piecing together clues from various documents.

WILL

To understand Adaliah, we need context. In the early 1800s, America was expanding. Jonathan Moore, the man behind Adaliah, wanted to create a utopia far from the growing cities. He gathered a group of followers and headed into the wilderness.

Here’s an excerpt from Jonathan’s diary, dated March 12, 1802.

WILL/JONATHAN

(Dramatic reading) “We have chosen a path less traveled, seeking solace in the heart of the wilderness. Here, away from the prying eyes and the relentless march of progress, we shall build our Eden.”

WILL

(Overly dramatic) An Eden... but what they found was anything but paradise.

[WILL AND MALIK LAUGH.]

WILL

(Aside, to Malik) That one was pretty good, yeah?

(Normal, professional) The journey to Adaliah was long and tough. Harsh weather, rough terrain, and the constant threat of the unknown. But Jonathan’s vision kept them moving.

MALIK

Mary Collins, one of the settlers, wrote letters during the journey. Here's one of them.

WILL/MARY

(Dramatic reading) “April 7, 1802. The road is long and fraught with challenges, but each day brings us closer to our new home. Jonathan’s words are a constant source of strength for us all."

WILL

After weeks of travel, they arrived at a secluded valley. They named it Adaliah.

MALIK

We found an old map drawn by one of the settlers. It shows their initial plans for the town.

WILL

(Overly dramatic again) But dreams can turn to nightmares. Soon after they started building, strange things began to happen.

MALIK

(Briefly) Jonathan’s diary entries reflect a growing unease.

WILL/JONATHAN

(Dramatic reading) "June 10, 180–”

MALIK

Oh, please, can I do it this time?!

WILL

(Sighing) Alright, go ahead.

MALIK/JONATHAN

“June 10, 1802. There is something in these woods, something ancient and restless. I feel its presence more each day."

WILL

Intrigued by these accounts, Malik and I decided to dig deeper. We’ve tracked down descendants of the settlers, searched local archives, and moved out to a cabin on the outskirts of where Adaliah is, or was, where we plan to stay for a month.

MALIK

The stories we’ve uncovered are both fascinating and terrifying. And we’re just getting started.

WILL

Join us next time as we delve into the early years of Adaliah and the mysterious events that plagued its settlers. What began as a dream quickly turned into a nightmare.

MALIK

Thanks for listening! If you have any information or theories about Adaliah, reach out on our Twitter, or X, I suppose, at townofadaliah no spaces, or email us at 3821we@gmail.com.

WILL

Is that i– Oh, wait, shoutouts! All the love to my university for funding this, do loosen up on the snack budget though! And my university's library staff for being so horribly disorganized that I found the diary in the first place! Yeah, that's it. Until next time, stay curious and stay cautious.

[OUTRO AND CREDITS PLAY]

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Episode 2 of t.o.a is locked and loaded!!!! Both episodes 1 and 2 will be released on the 20th!!!! After that episodes will be released every other week! And we take a brief hiatus after episode 6 for a small fundraiser so our voice actors can get paid!!!!!!!

Make sure to tune in next Thursday!!!!!

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Sneak look at episode 2 👀👀👀

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Sneak peak from episode 4!!! Stay tuned!!! First episode is out in only 15 days!!!!

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Yay!!!

Disclaimer: I am no artist, this is not fantastic I’m aware, it’s good enough, so I’m sticking with it

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Official adaliah podcast cover!!!!!!! Drawn by a dear friend @i-ate-your-dog-srry !!!! Episode cover coming soon!!!!!!!

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Second trailer is here!

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TOWN OF ADALIAH FAN TRAILER

Trailer and music by Aleks Andrade