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Silent Quinn



Estimated reading time — 7 minutes

Nowadays, if you are fanatical Christian, you are mostly likely looked down upon by society. People are absolutely disgusted by your ways and your desire to spread your religion to others. As a teenager, you could get out-casted by the other kids because they wish to believe that being anything but Christian is the way you should be.

When I was growing up, the popular religious ideas of the public were very much the opposite. I grew up in a very small town with a population of a mere fifty people. Every single individual had a life that revolved around the Christian beliefs, and frankly, to say that any other belief was looked down upon would be quite an understatement. You were treated as an animal if your opinions of religion differed from theirs. Eventually, you would be put to death. Since it was such a small town, murder wasn’t frowned upon because everyone had gotten so used to it by now. In most people’s minds, if you were putting a heretic to death, you were merely curing a disease. As for my personal opinion on the matter, I was taught that these people who were put to death deserved to die, so it never really scared me or bothered me.

That is, until, I was the one who was public enemy number one.

The worst part is that it wasn’t really my fault. I always obeyed the rules of the religion. As a child, I attended church every day it was required, and when it wasn’t required, I spent hours in there just praying. If I somehow managed to run out of things to pray about, I would just talk to God. It was a comforting feeling to know that a higher being was looking down at you and keeping you safe as long as you were good. It seemed like a reasonable deal—as long as you are good to him, he will look after you. Though I would spend hours at the church, I still felt the need to pray to God even more. I would pray before every meal and right before I went to sleep. I loved God so much and wanted him to know that I did every hour of the day.

When I was first approached by the unknown entity that crouched at my window, I didn’t know what his intentions were. In fact, I thought he was a guardian angel sent from my Lord. I figured that his repulsive features were simply there to test the strength of my loyalty. God simply wanted to make sure I would not judge this angel sent from heaven merely by its looks. He wanted to make sure I would love this angel no matter the physical flaws. Its smile was crooked, for some of its teeth were shattered. His black, sloppy skin loosely hung around his bones, revealing every dent in the bones of his fingers. His eyes managed to claw their way into my head, and I found it very difficult to make eye contact.

They seemed to swell out of the sockets. I think they had a problem staying in place due to his skin that seemed to be melting off. The eyes themselves had cracks of red in them, but beside that, they were a thick, milky, white.

At first, of course, I was frightened, but then I remembered that there was no reason for the Lord to send any harm my way. I was a good child.

“Hello friend!” I grinned and stuck my hand out to him. His head slumped onto his left shoulder and his mouth fell open. After waiting a minute or two, I realized he wasn’t going to reply to me any time soon, “Were you sent by God?” I asked. Instead of using words, he replied with a low, gravelly snarl. The sound unsettled me to say the least. Chills trickled down my spine and no other words seemed to be able to escape my lips. He clamped his jaw shut and began to make his way off of my window and back into the shadows of the night that awaited him outside of my bedroom window. A while after he disappeared,
I finally noticed that slimy, murky substance that he left behind on my window sill.
In the morning, I decided that telling my parents would be a terrible idea. The being that came to my window last night was a personal message from the Lord to me—not them. I assumed if God wanted me to tell my parents, he would have sent him to their window too.

My morning was a typical one. We all sat down to pray, we ate our food, and headed off to church. On the way to church, I couldn’t help but continue to focus my thoughts on that creature. Was he there to watch over me at night, and when I woke up I scared him off? I realized that I may be offending my Lord by questioning his plans, so I pushed those thoughts out of my head and focused on mentally preparing myself for the church sermon that was about to begin.

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It was as if that sermon was a direct and obvious message from God to me! The entire two hours that the preacher spoke, he spoke about guardian angels. He spoke of how those who are good to the Lord will be the ones to receive them. And that’s when I knew for sure that God had sent me a gift.

The next night the angel visited me, I was not afraid anymore. I sat up in my bed and gazed at the window. It didn’t take long for him to appear.

He stood on all fours at my window. Though his skin was dark, he was distinguishable through the night sky, for it was as if his skin was blacker than the night.

“Hi, again.” I said gleefully.

I jumped back slightly when the angel replied to me. I was not expecting an answer, to be honest. His voice caused pain to my ears, for it was croaky and it sounded as if he was trying to talk with needles jammed into his throat.

“Hi Quinn.”

Now this was even more proof that the Lord had sent him. He knew my name! I couldn’t help but allow a giggle to escape my lips. I was eager to reply, but the angel stopped me with his raspy voice again.

“Do you love your God?”

That was weird. Wasn’t the Lord his God too?

Of course my immediate response was to nod eagerly. His drooping face lifted slowly into a smile.

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“Would you do anything for him?”

Once again, I nodded. I was starting to feel anxious again. I couldn’t control it. His existence was overwhelming me with absolute terror. I had a strong desire for him to leave. I felt awful for wanting something that directly went against what the Lord had in store for me, but in that moment, I didn’t care. This monster was downright disturbing. Before I could utter any words, I saw that he had fled while I was deep in thought.

The next morning, I no longer felt that I did not want to tell my parents about this entity that was visiting me. Instead, I felt that I cannot tell them that this entity was visiting me. Telling them that I was frightened by a black being with bloated white eyes that was appearing by my window would be a certain death wish. I would be called out as a heretic for believing that such evil would be visiting me, and then I would be put to death without question. I lugged my way through another day of worship. I was disappointed in myself for not being able to focus on God due to the thoughts of the creature that were haunting my mind.

Night finally gave me a slight relief as I crashed into my bed and slammed my eyes shut. I didn’t even pray before I fell into a deep sleep. Now that I think back, I find it hilarious that for one second; I actually thought I would get a good night’s sleep that night. I awoke once again to those chalky, bulging eyes. My eyes were scorching from my sudden awakening. Just as I was going to tell it sternly to leave, it interrupted me.

“Please do not be afraid.”

Ha. Easier said than done.

“I am here to guide you.”

His words truly clutched my attention. I tried my best to lock eyes with his. How could I have been so stupid? He was never an evil entity at all! I felt absolutely foolish.

“You see, the reason you believed you feared me is because this town has been preaching such wrong things, but part of you knew that I was only here to tell you what you were meant to do. You were chosen to show them the errors of their ways, my child. It’s not too late to do what’s right.”

A wide grin smeared across my face. I was chosen! Out of all the people in my town, I was chosen to show everyone the right way!

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I keenly replied, “What does my Lord want me to do?”

Stupid. I was so stupid. I was so fucking stupid.

The rest of the night was a blur of flames and shrieks of terror and rage. The next thing I remembered was the morning, when I was held down by two very strong citizens. The town priest was standing before me. His eyes leaked tears of disappointment… and disgust.
From the snippets of conversations that I could catch, I learned that, apparently, I had burned down the town church. No one said anything about a creature. I, alone, burned down the town’s only church. Fear swallowed me whole and I began to scream in absolute terror.

Their first act was to sew my lips shut. They wanted to assure themselves that I would never speak any of my heretic thoughts to others again.

Their second act was to hack my hands off. They wanted to assure themselves that I would never write any of my heretic thoughts down to show others again.

I lost all ability to communicate with others. They left my eyes completely untouched so I could spend the rest of my isolated life watching others experience the miracles of God’s work. Next to me, there was a deep hole in the ground. There, they released me into the ground and buried me alive.

Over the years, they unintentionally built a new church over my grave. The town died off very slowly and was completely abandoned years later. I am almost absolutely certain that the creature was responsible for the entire obliteration of the town. But that doesn’t matter to me anymore.

Every now and then, I get a group of teenagers that visit my church. Typically, they speak of Satan and try to preform rituals to raise me from my grave. It’s funny. No matter how hard they try, they won’t be able to, because I am already out of my grave. Even in the afterlife, I still try my best to serve God. Every time a new group of adolescences enter my church, they speak of a new story they heard about how the last people who came here were brutally murdered. They always laugh after the person tells the story and then continue to mock me. It’s okay though. Because I’m always the last one to laugh. I punish them for their heretic beliefs. I’m only doing what is right. After all, I’m merely curing a disease, right?

Credit To – PartyPoisonn

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29 thoughts on “Silent Quinn”

  1. I did like this one, if just because the novelty of the narrator attempting to interact with the (still unidentified) creature made it feel creepier than usual, but given the villagers tried explicitly to make it so the narrator couldn’t communicate by any means it makes the existence of the pasta slightly too contradictory.

  2. this story is amazing and at the same time really creepy because my name happens to be Quinn and I live in a small very religious town but I am not religious and am fround upon for that.

  3. A religious based pasta is unique, but I’m very surprised no one has thought to do something like this before, with the central premise being a faith-fueled battle in one’s mind.
    As a young child, seeing a freaky disfigured flying monkey thing is PETRIFYING. There would be something wrong with him if it wasn’t. But the fact that he is supposed to welcome this “angel” goes against every natural survival instinct he has. He must, in his mind, decide whether he loves god or he is scared of the monster. For him there is no in between. That moment of paralysis is where the terror lies.
    The fear became really palpable to me when the boy realizes this monster is not benevolent. The poor guy can’t tell his parents, the people who are supposed to protect him, because he will literally be killed. That is what disturbs me. In my mind I imagined being a young girl, having been told by all the adults that if I was good god would protect me, trying so hard to please him, but then ending up being tormented by a being I wasn’t sure was a divine guardian or monster. And I couldn’t even ask for help.
    When the boy encountered something that put his survival instincts at odds with all the guidance of the trusted adults in his life, boy must have felt abandoned and failed by his parents, the community, and ultimately, by god. That, for me, was the horror factor.

  4. I really liked this one. Being a Christian myself, I did enjoy this. I know religious people that lack true faith and have hatred for anyone who does not believe the same. I believe in God, that He is good and just. This does not slander my faith, because faith is not religion. Religion was controlled and manipulated by the Pharisees in Jesus’s time, He was not accepted, He was tortured to death. Every religion or faith group is going to have a few people who overboard/ go crazy and kill/ torture or even destroy whole people groups because of their beliefs. I’ve seen it in many different religions including Christianity and Islam. Recently, in Egypt, supporters of the Brotherhood have killed 7 Christians because they believe they are to blame for the outing of their president, threatening to kill all unless the are put back in power.

    It is all religions not just one, this is a very good representation and was handled very well. Very good job.

    1. That is really interesting how you said this is about all religions….it made me think about how powerful a story like this can be as an allegory regarding hatred and radicalism. And it can even apply to nonreligious topics–blindly following questionable traditions, hatred of people who are different…. That’s really wise.

  5. I was going to ask how you typed this with no hands in a hole under the dirt.. But this is creepy pasta- Like a twisted Disney World- Anything can happen when your dreams come true.

  6. It feels like you could have gone further with the monster. You should have explained how the monster was manipulating the girl to do horrible things, while the girl just thinks she’s doing gods work. It kinds of makes the monster seem pointless. What did he even do really? Just making her black out and burn down a church for seemingly no reason felt a bit cheap.

  7. This is a brilliant way to write about such a touchy topic as religion and how, even though I myself am a Christian, there are errors of the ways some Christians carry themselves and the way of God

  8. What Bible were those townspeople reading? Christians are supposed to love and care for people who don’t share Christian beliefs. They are not supposed to kill them XD.

    1. Alfred Frederick Dinglebottom

      What the Bible preaches and what actually happens are two different things.

      Over the centuries Christian “crusaders” have invaded hundreds of countries and needlessly slaughtered millions of people in the name of their religion. Islam gets this label these days but it’s still no where near as bad as the Christians. Religion is the biggest cause of war and one of the biggest causes of human fatality (due to war).

      Please don’t see this as mocking the religion. I have nothing against anybody who chooses to be religious but I just thought I’d point out the facts.

  9. This pasta’s central conflict was quite unique: at its heart, the piece is about Quinn’s tension with his faith. Throughout the piece, the ‘angel’ seesawed between friend-or-foe in a believable way- to Quinn at least. Quinn himself always seemed to be on the verge of succumbing to fear or committing to faith. Both fear and belief escalated constantly, keeping the tension pitched and the plot moving.

    However, the plot dropped its beans glaringly early. The pasta wasn’t helped by the chunk of early exposition which spoiled the ending, since IMO the main point of the piece was the suspense.

    The pacing was erratic; bogged down in the beginning before steadying itself, then plunging into a headlong sprint towards the ending.

    I also thought the tension could’ve been even more compelling had the portrayal of faith been more nuanced: as it stands, the protagonist came across as delusional at times (though perhaps that was the intention), and there’s little reason for the reader to also feel conflicted.

    The conclusion IMO felt rushed, and the plot suffers despite a welcome sting. The creature was suddenly discarded in favor of egregious scenes, and the reader is left hanging with the suspicion that the monster was a badly concealed plot device.

    Overall, an interesting friend-or-foe plot hampered by pacing and timing. 6.4/10

  10. I think if I saw a zombie-like mockery of the human form that looked like a scientist had tried and only half succeeded at resurrecting it with lightning crouching in my window i’d load my shotgun and pray for my skin instead of believing it to be an angel.

  11. if I saw a zombie-like mockery of the human form that looked like a simple man had tried and only half-succeeded at resurrecting it crouching in my window I would think twice about believing it to be an angel.

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