Twisted Confession
July 15th, 2011
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: whats good
You: Hello, I’m Dr. Turnet.
You: A registered psychologist.
You: How may i assist you today?
Stranger: i think the memories of my past have caught up with me
You: Good or bad?
Stranger: very bad
You: Dear lord, can you tell me about these memories?
You: Have a seat on the futon first.
You: Make yourself relaxed.
You: Now explain to me, what are these memories? -grabs pencil and paper-
Stranger: well, i could only tell these memories to a female
Stranger: im very uncomfortable
You: I am a female. I’m Dr. Lillian Turnet.
Stranger: thats good
You: Are you ready to speak to me about such memories?
Stranger: sure
You: Okay. I’m listening.
Stranger: well in 1995, i killed a man
You: Oh god. For what?
Stranger: it was an accident
Stranger: it was a hit and run
You: Mhmm. I see. How does this make you feel?
Stranger: i cant dream without picturing the guy
You: interesting. -takes notes-
You: Tell me more.
Stranger: he was a homless man
Stranger: he was crossing the street
Stranger: i thought it was fun
You: Aha. So it wasn’t an accident.
Stranger: well i aimed for him
You: Sir, I have contacted the local authorities and they are on their way to arrest you.
You: That is homocide.
You: Why would you do such a cruel thing?
Stranger: because i felt like i needed to
Stranger: i needed to have sex with his dead body
Stranger: i used his blood as lubricant
Stranger: in his ass
You: Very grotesque.
Stranger: but so hot
You: You are a sick man, and you need help.
You: The police are on their way.
Stranger: most likely
You: They have tracked your IP Address.
Stranger: bummer
You: Yep. Any last words?
Stranger: well i have my gun here, im ready to either shot myself or go down in a blaze of glory
You: You know what, just shoot yourself.
You have disconnected.
Submitted by Dezmond from USA


