Show Notes
Today on the feed we're thrilled to be featuring SHELTERWOOD!
Shelterwood: A Suburban Gothic is a Docu-Horror Podcast written and produced by Stephen Indrisano. Join one man's quest to find his long-lost sister in an infinite, monster-infested suburb beyond the veil. Shelterwood is one part Gothic, one part Found Footage, and one hundred percent terrifying.
Episode 1: Location, Location, Location A decade ago, teenager Saddie DeRoso disappeared without a trace. Now, her brother Nicholas has finally found a new lead - in an impossible suburban development outside of material reality. How did we get here, and where do we go now that everything has changed?
Content Warnings and Transcript: https:// bit.ly/ShelterwoodE1Transcript
Shelterwood: A Suburban Gothic was written and produced by Stephen Indrisano and Indrisano Audio, LLC. This episode featured, in order of appearance: Stephen Indrisano as Nicholas DeRoso; Sam Stark as Solomon Crockett; Kendra Murray as Casey Franklin; Sarah Golding as Newscaster 2; Donna Xia as Newscaster 3; Virginia Spotts as Newscaster 4; Varun Sathi as Newscaster 5; Lauren Kong as Newscaster 6; Noir Thornton as the DeRoso Family Spokesperson; Alexandra Rose DeAngelis as Saddie DeRoso.
Shelterwood was directed by Sivan Raz and Madeleine Regina. It featured songwriting by Emily Branam; theme composition by Ali Hylton; dialogue editing by Sam Stark; transcripts by Rook Mogavero; sound design by Brad Colbrook; and additional music by Monument studios. This episode was produced by Emma Puranen.
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I could barely breathe, like I was choking on the darkness. My buddy was having a panic attack. But I did what I’d been told to do; to stop, listen, look. Lady Bluebell would take me home. And I swear, not only did I hear that bell – I saw her.
Inside was a dark, cavernous room. The smooth walls and rectangular shape looked like a traditional basement – but it had a rotten, swamp-like stench to it. In the center was a table. One leg was bent and broken. There was a sheet of paper in the middle.
The terrible weight of the mountain above him, the white snow shrouding the black mountain, the stale wet air in the tunnel, all pressed down inexorably upon him in the dark. He felt strangely sad, he felt lost, he felt dizzy. He sank like a slow stone in a cold well.