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|The Confession (standard:horror, 571 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: May 08 2009||Views/Reads: 1780/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A mysterious figure entered the Cathedral with a startling confession !|
The Cathedral was almost deserted but for a couple of devotees praying at the Altar 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. Kneeling on the rack the penitent crossed himself and said " 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--of... ..Father, If I confess, will you call the police?"” The priest replied solemnly “ No, my son, I cannot,I took a vow of confidentiality" "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 listening to confessions that he had ever heard such a confession, 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 penitent whispered,” a dirty, stinking, rotten, whore. She laughed and mocked me ," he paused. "Yes?" prompted the priest the penitent continued a bit hesitantly, "The bitch gave me the clap and I passed it on unknowingly to my wife, when she found out she left with the children to my shame” "and then what happened?" "Well, are you sure you won't call the Police, Father" He asked again. “Absolutely,” replied the Priest reassuringly . The penitent continued “..And that's, that's when I started butchering them, Father. I wanted to kill them all!" said the voice rising in anger. 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 sadly"I am doomed as a man" He said "Doomed because of what that slut did to me!" There was some shuffling on the other side of the 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, I must leave at once, the urge is upon me.” ‘Your name, son, " cried the Priest urgently, "What is your name?" The man left the booth, stepped into the aisle and said in a low voice, "They call me Jack the Ripper !" Upon hearing the name, the Priest stiffened and rose quickly from his seat and rushed around to the adjoining booth. He then 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!". The Penitent struggled for his life, but to no avail. An expression of total disbelief and shock crossed his face. The last thing he saw before he died was the flushed angry face of the enraged Priest. There was a loud crack as the Penitent's neck snapped beneath the Priest's strong hands. Tweet
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