The Parish
By Todd Downing
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A widowed mother fleeing her grief.
A preteen girl lost in the dark.
A soldier of God stalked by the demons of his past.
A supernatural presence threatens a small town.
Liz's faith in her church had always been rock solid. Until the day her husband was ripped from this world by an IED.
Grief-stricken and desperate to flee the memories of her once-happy marriage, Liz uproots her daughter and moves to a small, rural town for a fresh start.
But the promise of new beginnings is not without a dark side. The quaint town harbors a terrible secret, and the ghosts of the past are about to demand their due.
When her daughter, Audrey, becomes drawn into the spectral mystery, Liz turns to one-time soldier and parish priest, Father Felix, for help.
Together they must expose a long-hidden trauma, before Audrey and the town are lost to the darkness forever.
Adapted from his screenplay for the feature film, Todd Downing's THE PARISH is perfect for fans of The Others, The Exorcist and Midnight Mass. It is is an atmospheric ghost story with gothic undertones that will have you reading late into the night...if you dare.
Todd Downing
Todd Downing is the primary author and designer of over fifty roleplaying titles, including Arrowflight, RADZ, Airship Daedalus, and the official Red Dwarf RPG. A fixture in the Seattle indie film community, he is the co-creator of the superhero-comedy webseries The Collectibles, and the screenwriter behind The Parish and Ordinary Angels (which he also directed). His first feature film, a supernatural thriller entitled Project, was included in a PBS young directors series in 1986. He has written for stage, screen, comics, audiodrama, short-form and long-form, interactive and narrative, in a career spanning three decades. The father of two adult children, Downing spent several years in the videogame industry, working on games such as Spider for the Playstation, Allegiance for the PC, and Casino Empire. He also creates book covers and marketing art for fellow authors and corporate clients, and has done voiceover work for Microsoft and the Seattle Seahawks Pro Shop.Widowed to cancer in 2005, Downing remarried in 2009 and currently enjoys an empty nest in Port Orchard, Washington, with his wife, a nihilistic cat, and a flock of unruly chickens.
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The Parish - Todd Downing
Foreword
This doesn't usually happen.
Normally a book is released, studios and production companies acquire the film rights, and a film is adapted from the original source material.
On the rare occasion, the author of the original book adapts the work for the screenplay. Ray Bradbury is a famous example of this in regard to Something Wicked This Way Comes.
And then sometimes an original screenplay—say, Star Wars—is novelized by an author for hire—say, Alan Dean Foster).
But sometimes, a writer has spent a good chunk of time toiling in the screenplay form, thus the script is written first, then novelized for the book market. For better or worse, that's been my modus operandi for most of my career. Writing for the stage, screen, audiodrama, and comic book page has given me a modicum of skill with dialog and story, and I've parlayed that into long-form narrative.
In the 2010s, when I was very active in the Seattle independent film community, I happened to write three horror screenplays which were seemingly unconnected except by familiar geography and the fact that they were female-driven. I tend to head cast
from the talent pool I interact with, and the middle script of the three was written with a specific actress friend in mind. Drawing partly on some creepy things kids say
memes and partly on grief and the horrors of war, the screenplay for The Parish was written in early 2014, and we began to make the rounds, pitching it to various investors and production companies. At some point in 2018, an angel investor ponied up most of the funds. It was shot in the fall of 2018 and, because of some post production audio issues and COVID, didn't see official release until 2020.
It's hard to be objective with a film I've been closely tied to from the beginning, despite multiple attempts at divorcing my ego from the final product. There are so many strikes against indie films right out of the gate. It's an intimate, Washington-made film, produced for less than half a million dollars. It stars little-known Pacific Northwest talent, save for horror icon Bill Oberst Jr. But it's beautifully-shot, emotionally engaging, with good performances. The fact that it got made at all, much less secured worldwide distribution without major stars or a huge budget is a real achievement. I remain proud of that.
Even so, there was always going to be more story to tell. At over twenty drafts of the script. a lot of character development and backstory would never be seen in the final film. I wanted to put all of that on the page, and do the same for the other two stories in the trilogy
. The characters deserved that much.
So that's why this book is coming out after—and based on—the screenplay. That's why some of this narrative departs from the events of the film. It's a totally different animal and should be considered as such.
Rewind to the summer of 2014. We were preparing to move west across Puget Sound to the Kitsap Peninsula, where we'd fallen in love with a craftsman home on five acres in the woods. While my wife Raechelle packed and prepped for the sale of our West Seattle home, I commuted east over the mountains to Ellensburg to work production design on the indie Sasquatch movie Hunting Grounds. After several weeks driving from Seattle to Ellensburg to Kitsap to Seattle (rinse and repeat), I wrapped on the Bigfoot movie and we finally packed up our two cats, our elderly German shepherd, and our college age daughter, and retreated to our new home in the sticks.
It was dark when we arrived, the local coyotes singing us a welcome as we unloaded a few basics. That haunting chorus really sold me on the new digs, and I began to explore the history of this peninsula, named for a Suquamish chief. I began to see the potential to add external drama to my contemporary horror stories through the bloody history of the place. The die was cast.
Welcome to Slaughter County.
- Todd Downing, Port Orchard, WA
Summer, 2021
Acknowledgments
Thanks to Keith St. Thomas of Mute Angst Envy for the use of the lyrics from The Sword and the Cross. Thanks also to Paul Zimmerman, and Jack Robert Holmes (rest in peace), for making some great music over the years. facebook.com/muteangstenvy
Thanks to Raffael Boccamazzo, PhD, aka Dr. B, for his kind participation in helping me craft the behaviors and complex psyches of these characters. takethis.org
Thanks to Ryan Fisher and Brian Meredith for letting me mention of their indie comic book properties. Fisher’s Torchlight Lullaby is especially required reading.
Thanks to Jason Yarnell and Bravo Company, 1st Tiger Brigade, 3/67, 2nd Armored Division (Hounds of Hell
) for their stories and the willingness to share them.
Thanks to my friends Angela and David at Mighty Tripod Productions, for taking on the film, and returning the novel rights. Special thanks to Bill Oberst Jr. for inhabiting the character of Father Felix so well on-screen.
The byline of the quoted Psychology Today article actually belongs to Frank T. McAndrew, PhD.
The inspiration for Father Felix was a bald bulldog of a priest at St. Francis Middle School in Watsonville, California in the late ‘70s, before it became a high school. Like his fictional counterpart, he was an Army veteran, and also presided at the affiliated summer camp. The boys at the school bestowed the nickname Fifi
on him, of which he was none too fond.
The inspiration for Liz and Audrey was the real life experience of losing my wife to cancer and being rudderless on the sea of grief while trying to raise two school-age children.
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CHAPTER 1
Kandahar, 2018.
Chaos in slow motion.
The air around the blast site swirled and billowed, choked with brick dust and toxic gray smoke. Screams of children and schoolteachers, some still half-buried in rubble, wove a morbid tapestry of sound, saturating everything in the district. Sound that sat heavy on the city, almost crushing it. Sound so thick it was only cut by the wail of emergency sirens, a high-pitched ringing, and labored breathing.
Captain Jason Charles staggered through the carcass of the school, dun combat boots caked dusty white, his desert-camo Marine Corps uniform strangely undamaged. The bill of a matching utility cap sat low across bloodshot chestnut eyes. He was chiseled, wiry. A dark, sunbaked complexion and monolid eyes spoke of Filipino extraction. His angular jaw was stippled with soot and ash, high cheekbones striped red with weeping abrasions.
The limp body of an unconscious Afghan boy lay like a sack of flour in the Captain’s arms. The child’s only crime had been sitting in school when the IED detonated.
Boots scuffed and wobbled over a hellish avalanche of brick, stone and mortar, of electrical wires and the occasional jagged timber. Random limbs—mostly those of children—scattered the area. To the Captain’s left, a sandal with the foot still in it, a shard of jagged bone winking from the center of the rent flesh. To the right, a child’s Chitrali cap, spattered with blood and brain matter. One tiny arm clad in charred rags extended from a pile of debris, seemingly pointing the way out.
Captain Charles turned, following the dead finger as he scanned the muffled blanket of sound for an emergency siren. Help was coming. He just needed to get the boy in his arms out of the blast zone to a safe location.
2:47 p.m.
1447 military time.
Once again, the Marine’s boot came down on a pile of debris. He could have stepped in any of a thousand places in this bombed-out school. Literally anywhere else would have been safer. But this particular pile of debris covered a secondary IED.
The world went black as the blast ripped through him.
He awoke in a haze, the stench of burning flesh and hair heavy around him. He’d landed in an almost sitting position, propped against a pile of charred masonry and wooden pallets, about twenty paces back from the fateful footstep. Through blurry, blood-streaked vision, he could make out a wet mass of entrails and viscera below his chest, stretching over the bricks and beneath his line of sight.
The Afghan boy was nowhere to be seen.
Nor was Jason Charles’ lower half.
The skin on his left hand and face had been transformed to the look and consistency of raw hamburger. His right arm was gone. Pain receptors vacillated between a dull throb and complete screaming overload.
For the first time, he noticed the silence. It was absolutely, horrifically silent. Not even so much as the familiar piercing tone so common after experiencing a close-proximity blast.
He knew at that moment that the only reason he was conscious and aware was that his brain hadn’t informed the rest of his body that it was dead.
Captain Jason Charles lay torn in half on a blood-soaked pile