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Bubonic ! (standard:horror, 533 words)
Author: Michael Lance KerstingAdded: Jun 28 2006Views/Reads: 3249/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I wrote this after reading a newspaper clipping about mice infected with the bubonic plague escaped from a lab in New Jersey...hope you will enjoy it. Comments welcomed
 



The Confession (Revised) 

The Cathedral was almost empty but for a few devotees scattered about
the pews, when a lone figure dressed in a long black coat and carrying 
a black duffel bag walked in. He shuffled down the aisle, genuflected, 
then entered the confessional box that read "FATHER O'BRIAN 
OFFICIATING"in large block letters. " Bless me Father for I have 
sinned," The man began hesitantly "It's been" quite a while since my 
last confession, I accuse myself of...” He paused “ ..Father, If I 
confess, will you call the police?"” “ I took a vow of 
confidentiality"replied the Priest rTassuringly. "then l,I accuse 
myself of killing five women recently". The Priest gasped at the 
confession and wondered if it was some prank. A cold shiver washed over 
him. It was the first time in his twenty five years of hearing 
confessions,that he had ever heard such a one, however, he took in a 
deep breath calming himself then said "Go ahead, son, tell me about it, 
what made you do it?" he asked curiously ,trying to get a glance at the 
man's face which was bowed. "It was a whore, Father,”The penitant 
replied bluntly,” a dirty, stinking,rotten whore.She laughed and mocked 
me ," "Yes?" The voice continued a bit hesitantly,"She laughed at my 
prick , Father, telling me she had never seen such a small prick on a 
grown man before,it was like a child's,she said, too small to ever 
satisfy a woman!" The confessor began sobbing. "Control yourself, son," 
urged the Priest from behind the meshed divider,"and then what 
happened?" "Well, are you sure you won't call the Police, Father" He 
asked again. "I an assure you I won't,son" replied the Priest 
reassuringly . “..And that's, that's when I started butchering them, 
Father, I wanted to kill them all!" said the voice rising in anger "Now 
I can't even get an erection, Father, I am no longer a man !"he paused 
then blew his nose into a kerchief he drew from his coat pocket, “Sorry 
about that, Father. ” He interjected. ‘That's okay, go on, tell me 
more" “then I began my search for the bitch who did this to me, " "but 
there are remedies,.... said the Priest soothingly "I can arrange..." 
"No!no! Father,It's too late for that" the voice cut in "I am doomed as 
a man" He said "Doomed because of what that slut told me!" There was 
some shuffling on the other side of the meshed divider. "I must go now, 
Father,!"said the voice suddenly. "Wait! "said the Priest,"I must give 
you absolution and penance to do" "I can't wait ,Father,It's too late, 
I must leave at once, the urge is upon me.” !" ‘Your name, son, " cried 
the Priest urgently, "What is your name?" "Jack the Ripper !" Upon 
hearing the name, the Priest rose quickly from his seat and rushed 
around to the adjoining booth. He grabbed the Penitent by the throat 
and began strangling him in a mad rage saying a loud  angry voice: "One 
of your bloody victims was my niece,do you hear, butcher, my niece!". 
There was a loud crack as the Penitent's neck snapped beneath the 
Priest's strong hands. The End   (553 words) 


   


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