# "I'm a Priest That Runs a Confessional. Someone Just Gave the Most Chilling Confession" Creepypasta

An episode of [CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio](https://invisiblenetwork.ai/podcast/1492008134), 22 May 2025, 28 min.

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## Transcript

[0:02] Speaker 1: The church was empty. It was just me, the candles,
[0:06] Speaker 1: and the rain tapping against the stained glass like a
[0:09] Speaker 1: restless child. It had been storming since dusk, an unending
[0:14] Speaker 1: curtain of water from a bruised sky. I sat in
[0:19] Speaker 1: the confessional with my hands folded loosely in my lap
[0:22] Speaker 1: and my eyelids heavy, but not from a lack of sleep.
[0:27] Speaker 1: It had been a long day, with two funerals, a
[0:30] Speaker 1: hospital visit, and a broken boiler in the rectory. I
[0:35] Speaker 1: just started to think I might close early when I
[0:38] Speaker 1: heard the door at the back of the sanctuary open.
[0:42] Speaker 1: A gust of wet air followed someone in, along with
[0:46] Speaker 1: hesitant footsteps, much different from a regular parishioner's confident pace.
[0:52] Speaker 1: I straightened, Then the curtain slid aside. I heard the
[0:58] Speaker 1: soft squish of wet fabric as they settled on the
[1:01] Speaker 1: opposite side of the confessional, then a faint rasp of
[1:06] Speaker 1: his breath, and how his weight shifted, like someone fighting
[1:10] Speaker 1: the instinct to bolt. Finally, he spoke, low and unsure
[1:18] Speaker 1: but clear, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. The
[1:27] Speaker 1: ritual took over. My voice came easily and automatic, though
[1:33] Speaker 1: something in my chest had tightened God is always watching
[1:37] Speaker 1: my son, I said, speak freely. The Lord offers mercy
[1:42] Speaker 1: to all who seek it. At first, he said nothing
[1:48] Speaker 1: in return. Yet the way the air changed betrayed his
[1:52] Speaker 1: lack of response. I knew then that he was going
[1:57] Speaker 1: to tell me something, and it wasn't going to be easy.
[2:03] Speaker 1: His voice came again, steadier, now, like he had stepped
[2:06] Speaker 1: back into the safety of memory. I grew up on
[2:11] Speaker 1: a farm, he said, Just me and my mama, out
[2:15] Speaker 1: past the river bend, where the road turns to gravel.
[2:19] Speaker 1: We had no neighbors close enough to wave two. He
[2:24] Speaker 1: exhaled slowly. She was a believer. She didn't just speak
[2:30] Speaker 1: the word no, she lived it. Every evening before supper,
[2:37] Speaker 1: she'd read from her old leather bound Bible. I remember
[2:41] Speaker 1: her soft but unwavering voice. Even when the storms came
[2:45] Speaker 1: and the lights flickered, she'd light a single candle and
[2:49] Speaker 1: read Psalm twenty three like it was a promise she
[2:53] Speaker 1: was making to both of us. He paused, and for
[2:58] Speaker 1: a second, I imagine, and he might be wiping his
[3:01] Speaker 1: eyes as he remembered a fond memory of his mom.
[3:06] Speaker 1: She carved crosses into everything, the fence posts, the barn, doors,
[3:11] Speaker 1: and even the wooden spoon she stirred us dough with.
[3:14] Speaker 1: She said it kept evil out, and reminded the Lord
[3:18] Speaker 1: we were watching back. His tone dipped into something warm
[3:24] Speaker 1: and fond. It wasn't a fancy life, but it was ours.
[3:30] Speaker 1: We had three hens, Pearl Marigold and little Sister, and
[3:35] Speaker 1: a stubborn old goat named Moses, who chewed through more
[3:38] Speaker 1: of our laundry line than I'd like to admit. We
[3:41] Speaker 1: had potatoes, turnips, and a patch of carrots that only
[3:45] Speaker 1: ever grew crooked. Sometimes we trayed our eggs for milk.
[3:50] Speaker 1: There was never more than we needed. But she always
[3:54] Speaker 1: smiled when she said it, the Lord provides. I could
[4:01] Speaker 1: hear something shift in his breath, like he was close
[4:04] Speaker 1: to brushing up against the memory in which his I
[4:07] Speaker 1: don't mind saw the truth. Winter was the hardest. I
[4:13] Speaker 1: remember one year she boiled onion skins just to make broth.
[4:18] Speaker 1: She told me it was French soup and made me
[4:20] Speaker 1: sit up straight, like you were in a Paris cafe.
[4:23] Speaker 1: She even folded a towel for me to use as
[4:25] Speaker 1: a napkin. I believed her. That's the kind of woman
[4:31] Speaker 1: she was. She could make suffering, feel like theater. The
[4:38] Speaker 1: confessional had gone quiet around us, the storm muffled by
[4:42] Speaker 1: thick stone walls. But at that moment, I swear I
[4:47] Speaker 1: could feel the cold of that farmhouse kitchen, the scratch
[4:50] Speaker 1: of old quilts, and the soft light of candlewax dripping
[4:54] Speaker 1: Beside a prayer. I let the silence hold between us,
[4:59] Speaker 1: on able to shake the feeling that whatever was to
[5:02] Speaker 1: come would be a heavyweight for us both to bear.
[5:08] Speaker 1: It started with Pearl, he said, the oldest hen. She
[5:13] Speaker 1: stopped laying, which wasn't unusual, But then she started acting odd,
[5:19] Speaker 1: wondering in circles, pecking at her own feathers. One morning
[5:24] Speaker 1: I found her standing motionless in the yard, eyes leaking
[5:28] Speaker 1: this dark red stuff like tears. She didn't squawk or anything.
[5:34] Speaker 1: I ran to tell Mama. She looked at Pearl for
[5:37] Speaker 1: a long time and whispered, And the next day Pearl
[5:42] Speaker 1: was gone, buried. Mama said, but they never saw a shovel.
[5:48] Speaker 1: Then it was Marigold, then little Sister, then Moses. All
[5:54] Speaker 1: of them followed the same pattern their eyes. Something in
[5:58] Speaker 1: their eyes was just, But Mamma told me she'd take
[6:02] Speaker 1: care of it, and that everything would be okay. The
[6:08] Speaker 1: garden turned next. One by one. The carrots split open
[6:12] Speaker 1: from the inside, like they'd been cooked in the dirt.
[6:16] Speaker 1: The turnips came up black and soft, and the potatoes,
[6:21] Speaker 1: when we harvested them, were little more than husks, like
[6:25] Speaker 1: something had suck them dry from the inside. I asked
[6:29] Speaker 1: if we were curst, and she said no, and that
[6:33] Speaker 1: the Lord is testing us. I could tell she believed it.
[6:38] Speaker 1: She prayed harder than ever. She would hardly eat so
[6:42] Speaker 1: I could, And in the middle of the night I'd
[6:46] Speaker 1: find a knelt beside the kitchen window, whispering scripture to
[6:49] Speaker 1: the wind, sometimes just mouthing the psalms into the dark.
[6:55] Speaker 1: There was something sacred, and how he spoke of her,
[6:59] Speaker 1: like a child calling the warmth of a hand that
[7:02] Speaker 1: always knew how to hold his without needing to say
[7:05] Speaker 1: a word. She didn't panic, not once did I think
[7:10] Speaker 1: anything was wrong. She did everything to keep me calm.
[7:15] Speaker 1: Even when I asked what we'd do without food, she
[7:18] Speaker 1: just looked at me and smiled and said, he will provide.
[7:27] Speaker 1: And in that moment I heard it, the quiet turn
[7:30] Speaker 1: of something in his voice. It was the next morning,
[7:36] Speaker 1: he said, the frost hadn't even lifted when Mamma came
[7:40] Speaker 1: to me, her hands wrapped in a shawl, like she
[7:43] Speaker 1: was cradling something delicate. She said, go to town to day.
[7:49] Speaker 1: Look for someone called, someone who's hungry. Bring them here.
[7:54] Speaker 1: The Lord reward's kindness. It made sense at the time.
[8:00] Speaker 1: That was how Mamma thought. When times were lean, you
[8:03] Speaker 1: gave more, You opened your door wider. That's what she
[8:08] Speaker 1: taught me. So I went. I walked all the way
[8:13] Speaker 1: into town, kicking rocks and counting steps and praying i'd
[8:18] Speaker 1: find someone to help. Near the train yard, I found
[8:22] Speaker 1: a man. He was older, wrapped in layers of newspaper
[8:26] Speaker 1: and threadbareed denim. He was humming to himself, eyes half closed,
[8:32] Speaker 1: like he was dreaming of food. I told him we
[8:35] Speaker 1: had warm soup and fresh bread, a barn to sleepin'
[8:40] Speaker 1: if he didn't mind the hay. He looked at me
[8:44] Speaker 1: like I was a ghost. Then he followed. Mamma greeted
[8:49] Speaker 1: him like she'd known him all the life. She called
[8:53] Speaker 1: him brother. She sat him down at our little table
[8:57] Speaker 1: and served him a bowl of stew. The smell was
[9:00] Speaker 1: so strong it made my mouth water, and the bread
[9:04] Speaker 1: was still warm. I don't remember where She said she
[9:07] Speaker 1: got the flower. I didn't think to ask, in fear
[9:11] Speaker 1: that it would disappear if I acknowledged it. He stayed
[9:16] Speaker 1: the night in the barn. I brought him an old
[9:19] Speaker 1: quilt in a lantern. They thanked me and said we
[9:22] Speaker 1: were angels. The next morning he was gone. Mama said
[9:30] Speaker 1: he'd left early. She said he was grateful and traded
[9:33] Speaker 1: us some things before he went. He inhaled, sharp and shallow.
[9:42] Speaker 1: There was meat on the table that morning, real meat, pink, marbled,
[9:48] Speaker 1: steaming in its own broth. She said it was a
[9:52] Speaker 1: blessing and the man had traded goods, and I I
[9:57] Speaker 1: didn't question it, thanked God. After that we always had something,
[10:07] Speaker 1: not a lot, but enough. Every few weeks she'd send
[10:12] Speaker 1: me again to find someone alone and hungry. I didn't
[10:16] Speaker 1: understand it. Then she started a new tradition where just
[10:20] Speaker 1: before eating, she'd take white linen napkins from the drawer
[10:24] Speaker 1: we only used on Christmas and carefully draped it over
[10:28] Speaker 1: her head so it hung down like a veil. She
[10:32] Speaker 1: told me to do the same. I remember the first time.
[10:36] Speaker 1: I giggled and said she looked like she was playing
[10:39] Speaker 1: dress up. But she didn't laugh. She just looked at
[10:44] Speaker 1: me through the cloth and said, that's the point, baby.
[10:49] Speaker 1: We hide our faces so God doesn't have to watch
[10:52] Speaker 1: us eat. We eat in private, hidden from the eyes
[10:56] Speaker 1: of heaven, and then we'd say the same prayer, always
[11:03] Speaker 1: the same words, like a song. Only the two of
[11:06] Speaker 1: us knew. Lord, bless this meal, Bless the soul who
[11:11] Speaker 1: gave it, and keep our hands from shaking as we
[11:15] Speaker 1: take what was given in grace. She made me whisper
[11:20] Speaker 1: it three times before touching the spoon. It was never skipped,
[11:28] Speaker 1: he swallowed. We'd eat in silence, chew slowly, and pray
[11:34] Speaker 1: again when we were done. I was a child. I
[11:38] Speaker 1: didn't understand. All I knew was I gained a weird
[11:42] Speaker 1: sense of hunger that only that meal could quench. I
[11:49] Speaker 1: sat back slightly in the confessional, the warmth of the
[11:52] Speaker 1: wood against my shoulder doing little to ground me. I
[11:57] Speaker 1: wanted to believe this was all a metaphor, that he
[12:00] Speaker 1: was speaking in the language of parable, of symbolic hunger
[12:04] Speaker 1: and strange rituals born of grief or madness. But some
[12:08] Speaker 1: part of me there was a sharp and instinct honed
[12:11] Speaker 1: from years of hearing the worst of people. Wondered where
[12:15] Speaker 1: those people he had brought home had gone, the ones
[12:19] Speaker 1: who never came back, who were needy yet still had
[12:22] Speaker 1: things to trade. Still, I could not accuse that wasn't
[12:29] Speaker 1: my place. But I felt the hair at the back
[12:32] Speaker 1: of my neck begin to rise. I crossed myself quietly,
[12:37] Speaker 1: more out of reflex than faith at that moment. I
[12:42] Speaker 1: was thirteen when I found it. He continued. It had
[12:47] Speaker 1: rained the night before, and I was out behind the
[12:50] Speaker 1: barn dumping the meat scraps. Mama said we couldn't use
[12:53] Speaker 1: for breakfast. Into the slop draft for the young pigs.
[12:56] Speaker 1: We managed to buy something white bobbed up, half floating
[13:01] Speaker 1: in the grease. His voice trembled, now, just slightly. I
[13:09] Speaker 1: thought it was a chicken bone. I reached in, thinking
[13:13] Speaker 1: it wouldn't be good for them, but it was soft
[13:16] Speaker 1: and pale. When I turned it in my fingers, I
[13:21] Speaker 1: saw the nail and the shape. Oh God. I squirmed
[13:31] Speaker 1: in the silence, shifting slightly on the bench. The air
[13:35] Speaker 1: inside the confessional felt too still, like the world itself
[13:39] Speaker 1: was holding its breath with me, waiting for what came next.
[13:44] Speaker 1: I clasped my hands tighter and kept my voice locked
[13:48] Speaker 1: behind my teeth. This was his moment, but God help me,
[13:54] Speaker 1: I wanted it to pass. I walked into the kitchen
[14:00] Speaker 1: and held it out like I was handing her a riddle.
[14:04] Speaker 1: She looked at it, then at me, and said, some
[14:09] Speaker 1: lambs are meant for the altar, like it was scripture,
[14:13] Speaker 1: like I should have known already. His breath hitched. She said,
[14:19] Speaker 1: the desperate, the forgotten. They don't have much to give,
[14:24] Speaker 1: so when they offer themselves in their weakness, we're supposed
[14:27] Speaker 1: to receive that. She said, it made us holy. My
[14:34] Speaker 1: hands tensed just enough for my knuckles to wake. There
[14:39] Speaker 1: it was a confirmation of my suspicion. The clarity of
[14:43] Speaker 1: it made my stomach twist into knots. And yet I
[14:47] Speaker 1: knew better. I am not a judge. I do not
[14:51] Speaker 1: wield the sword, only the word. I have heard things
[14:56] Speaker 1: in the booth that would make most men sleep with
[14:58] Speaker 1: the lights on. My duty has been and still is
[15:03] Speaker 1: to listen, to witness, to guide. But at that moment
[15:09] Speaker 1: I could not deny to tremble in my breath or
[15:12] Speaker 1: the heaviness that settled in my ribs. I nodded. He continued,
[15:19] Speaker 1: his voice dull because that's what you do when you're
[15:23] Speaker 1: a child. Your Mamma's word is final. So I nodded
[15:29] Speaker 1: and sat at the table. That night, I ate the
[15:33] Speaker 1: stew and wore the cloth to hide my sin from God.
[15:38] Speaker 1: But something had cracked. I started waking up, sweating, chewing
[15:42] Speaker 1: my tongue roar in my sleep. I stopped praying out loud,
[15:46] Speaker 1: out of shame. I started skipping bites, then whole meals.
[15:52] Speaker 1: She noticed, of course she noticed. One evening, she reached
[15:58] Speaker 1: across the table and idly pulled the cloth off my head.
[16:03] Speaker 1: Her eyes didn't look angry, but they had gone hard,
[16:07] Speaker 1: like cold river stones. Don't waste what's been given, she said.
[16:14] Speaker 1: Don't turn your nose up at blessings that cost someone
[16:16] Speaker 1: else their place in the kingdom. I nodded again, like
[16:21] Speaker 1: I believed her, But I didn't not anymore. I couldn't
[16:27] Speaker 1: look at her the same way. But it was strange.
[16:32] Speaker 1: I still wanted her to hold me when I was scared.
[16:39] Speaker 1: He was quiet for a long time, Then, after a
[16:42] Speaker 1: long inhale, he kept going. It lasted almost two more years.
[16:51] Speaker 1: I tried to forget what I saw. I think I
[16:54] Speaker 1: stayed because part of me still loved her too much
[16:57] Speaker 1: to leave, because she smiled at me like nothing was wrong.
[17:01] Speaker 1: She kissed my forehead tenderly every night, and she still
[17:05] Speaker 1: sang hymns while cleaning the kitchen. How do you walk
[17:10] Speaker 1: away from someone who taught you everything, even when you
[17:14] Speaker 1: find out some of it was poison? But when I
[17:18] Speaker 1: turned fifteen, I packed her bag silently and walked out
[17:23] Speaker 1: while she slept. I didn't leave a note, only took
[17:27] Speaker 1: what I could carry. He paused, and I never went back.
[17:39] Speaker 1: I told myself I'd start over. He said, clean slate,
[17:44] Speaker 1: clean soul. I ended up in foster care, two towns over.
[17:49] Speaker 1: They were kind, mostly kept the fridge full, took me
[17:53] Speaker 1: to church when they could. His voice thinned to be normal.
[18:01] Speaker 1: I did everything Brochure said, joined clubs, and took therapy seriously.
[18:07] Speaker 1: I even started cooking real meals from recipes. I made
[18:11] Speaker 1: myself believe that the hunger was just trauma, just something
[18:15] Speaker 1: I could fix. Her breath sharp and frustrated. I went vegan.
[18:24] Speaker 1: I thought maybe it was guilt, but it didn't work.
[18:30] Speaker 1: Then I tried a carnivore diet, but that didn't help either.
[18:34] Speaker 1: Then raw food, paleo, fasting, ice, chewing clay. I even
[18:39] Speaker 1: gnawed at the edge of a belt once, just to
[18:42] Speaker 1: feel the resistance. He shifted on the other side of
[18:47] Speaker 1: the screen, wood groaning unto him, and at that moment
[18:53] Speaker 1: a terrible thought flickered across my face. Unwelcome and absurd.
[18:59] Speaker 1: I picked his hands slipping through the slats, cold fingers
[19:03] Speaker 1: gripping my collar, and his mouth opening wide to take
[19:06] Speaker 1: a bite out of me, like I was bred and
[19:09] Speaker 1: flesh both. The image was so vivid I almost flinched.
[19:15] Speaker 1: He was a silly thought, one I was not proud of.
[19:20] Speaker 1: But it sat there, pulsing at the edge of my reason,
[19:24] Speaker 1: refusing to be dismissed. Every meal was a disappointment. Every
[19:31] Speaker 1: bite tasted like paper. Even the things I used to love,
[19:35] Speaker 1: like roast chicken, corn bread, sweet potatoes with brown sugar,
[19:41] Speaker 1: they all turned to ash in my mouth. His voice
[19:47] Speaker 1: dropped lower than it had all night. I know now
[19:53] Speaker 1: what it is I miss. He let the words settle
[19:58] Speaker 1: like dust in a crept. It didn't hit all at once.
[20:02] Speaker 1: It came in flashes. The smell of broth, the way
[20:06] Speaker 1: candlelight hid steam, The weight of linen over my head
[20:10] Speaker 1: was so nostalgic I thought I was just remembering, but
[20:16] Speaker 1: he wasn't memory. It was want, a need. I told
[20:23] Speaker 1: myself I could resist, that I was better than her,
[20:26] Speaker 1: that I didn't have it in me, but the hunger
[20:32] Speaker 1: it I planned it carefully. I chose a man I
[20:37] Speaker 1: saw often on the corner outside the train station. He
[20:41] Speaker 1: wore a gray hoodie and plastic bags around his shoes.
[20:45] Speaker 1: He never asked for anything, just sat there. I watched
[20:49] Speaker 1: him for a week, made sure he was alone, that
[20:52] Speaker 1: he didn't speak to any one, that no one would
[20:55] Speaker 1: notice if he disappeared. A pause and her breath. We
[21:04] Speaker 1: walked side by side through the quiet part of town.
[21:07] Speaker 1: He kept glancing at my face, like he was trying
[21:10] Speaker 1: to figure out if I was real. The whole time,
[21:14] Speaker 1: my chest ached with something that felt like guilt. He
[21:17] Speaker 1: looked at me with trust, with quiet awe, like I
[21:21] Speaker 1: was saving him. I wanted to deserve that. But underneath it,
[21:27] Speaker 1: deeper than anything I could name, there was the hunger
[21:32] Speaker 1: gnawing through every step. A single thought echoed through the prayers.
[21:37] Speaker 1: I muttered to drown it out. What will he taste like?
[21:45] Speaker 1: At one point he laughed, low and wheezing, and said,
[21:50] Speaker 1: you're one of the good ones. Huh. I told him
[21:54] Speaker 1: I was trying to be. I brought him back to
[21:58] Speaker 1: my apartment, told him I a hot shower and some
[22:01] Speaker 1: food waiting, and mentioned spare clothes, socks, and even a
[22:06] Speaker 1: razor if he wanted. He looked up at me like
[22:09] Speaker 1: he couldn't believe it, with eyes wide rimmed, red, hopeful
[22:14] Speaker 1: in a way that made my chest tighten. Really, he
[22:19] Speaker 1: asked like he thought the offer might shatter if he
[22:22] Speaker 1: touched it. I nodded. That's all it took, and it
[22:29] Speaker 1: hurt because I knew I was lying. I let him
[22:33] Speaker 1: take the hot shower first, gave him a towel I'd
[22:36] Speaker 1: laid out earlier, let him eat the bread and drink
[22:40] Speaker 1: the tea while some soup simmered on the stove. He
[22:44] Speaker 1: looked so grateful, called me a saint, and I must
[22:47] Speaker 1: have been raised right. His voice cracked lightly, but the
[22:55] Speaker 1: cloth was already in the drawer. He didn't elaborate. He
[23:03] Speaker 1: didn't need to. By now I knew what that meant.
[23:09] Speaker 1: I bought it from a linen shop two towns over,
[23:12] Speaker 1: just like the ones Mamma used, pressed it flat, folded
[23:16] Speaker 1: it three times, and put it in the drawer under
[23:19] Speaker 1: the knives. Silence stretched between us. The stew was rich,
[23:28] Speaker 1: the meat practically melted in my mouth. I had cooked
[23:31] Speaker 1: it that long, he said. I ate it under the cloth,
[23:36] Speaker 1: just like before. I said the prayer every word, three times,
[23:42] Speaker 1: like Mamma, and for the first time in years, I
[23:47] Speaker 1: felt full, really full. He exhaled slowly, and I heard
[23:54] Speaker 1: the shift, the tremble that it clung to him like
[23:58] Speaker 1: wet wool was gone. In his place was a strange calm,
[24:03] Speaker 1: like he was waiting for me to speak, So I did.
[24:09] Speaker 1: I cleared my throat softly, My son, I said, carefully,
[24:15] Speaker 1: measuring every word. There are things in this world we
[24:19] Speaker 1: carry that were never meant for us. Burdens passed down
[24:23] Speaker 1: like inheritance, cloaked in love and devotion. He didn't interrupt,
[24:30] Speaker 1: so I kept going. You are not your mother, and
[24:35] Speaker 1: you are not beyond redemption. But if you truly seek absolution,
[24:41] Speaker 1: it must begin with truth, followed by repentance, and then
[24:45] Speaker 1: by surrender, not just of your sin, but of your will.
[24:53] Speaker 1: I felt the sweat cooling at my temples. God half
[24:57] Speaker 1: as mercy, yes, I said, but not without caste. You
[25:02] Speaker 1: must never do this again. You must turn yourself in.
[25:07] Speaker 1: You must choose a path that leads away from this
[25:09] Speaker 1: hunger silence. There was a faint shift, followed by a hush,
[25:19] Speaker 1: and when I peeped between the slats, he was gone.
[25:25] Speaker 1: He hadn't waited for my blessing or absolution. He vanished quietly,
[25:30] Speaker 1: as if the act of confession itself had been enough,
[25:35] Speaker 1: and maybe for him it was. I sat there a
[25:43] Speaker 1: while longer, hands clasped, eyes closed. I prayed not to
[25:48] Speaker 1: carry his burden with me into the world, that whatever
[25:52] Speaker 1: darkness he left behind would stay sealed in that booth.
[25:56] Speaker 1: I prayed that Marcy still meant something, even when offered
[26:00] Speaker 1: to someone who may never stop doing the thing they're
[26:03] Speaker 1: sorry for. When I finally stood, I moved slowly through
[26:09] Speaker 1: the empty sanctuary, checking locks, I stepped into the parking lot.
[26:15] Speaker 1: The night air was damp and cool, and the storm
[26:18] Speaker 1: had passed. My car engine grown to life, and the
[26:22] Speaker 1: headlights carved through the dark. I pulled onto the main road,
[26:28] Speaker 1: and there, under the flicker of a street lamp, I
[26:32] Speaker 1: saw a man huddled against the bench, wearing only a
[26:36] Speaker 1: thin coat and no shoes. I slowed, and for a
[26:42] Speaker 1: long time I just sat there, hands frozen on the wheel.
[26:47] Speaker 1: I couldn't get the Confessor out of my mind. How
[26:50] Speaker 1: he spoke his truth like a man unburdened, while all
[26:54] Speaker 1: I was left with was silence. And in that silence,
[27:00] Speaker 1: wondered if the Confessor would stop, if anyone was safe,
[27:05] Speaker 1: if he was still nearby, And all I could do
[27:12] Speaker 1: was pray.

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