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|The Confession (Revised (standard:horror, 546 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Jun 28 2006||Views/Reads: 2212/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A stranger entered a Cathedral and made a startling confession.|
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 reassuringly. "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, He took in a deep breath calming himself then said in a quiet voice "Go ahead, son, tell me about it, what made you do it?" He tried to get a glance at the man's face. but the penetent's head 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?"urged the Priest. "Well, are you sure you won't call the Police, Father" The man 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?" "They call me 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 Copyright 2006 Michael Lance Kersting. Tweet
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