The Confessional Killer
- Writers Pouch
- Dec 25, 2015
- 3 min read
Updated: Nov 27, 2025
On a sunny Sunday afternoon after the Morning Service, the church door creaked as a man wearing shabby clothes with piercings all over the body walked down the aisle towards the confessional. The priest observing the person entering the confessional rushes to the other side of it. Both of them occupy their seats at once.
In a hoarse voice, the stranger said, “Father, I have come to confess sins.”
Leaning his ear towards the white curtain that was separating them, the priest mentioned, “Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper child but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.”
