The Confession (standard:horror, 571 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: May 08 2009	Views/Reads: 3277/3	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. 


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