Confession

This is my confession, but do not be mistaken. This is not an admission of guilt, for I feel no guilt over my actions. I am in fact a murderer, and I may be a madman, but crazy or not, there was never any other option. Everything that happened would've happened anyway. I simply sped up to process of what was to come.

I am no blind-killer, I kill within reason. Everyone whom I've killed was going to die anyway. I could practically hear them begging for their suffering to end. A deaf man could hear it, it was so obvious.

You may ask how such actions could be committed, but my question is how could they not? Holing these people in hospitals, just for them to never return home. You suck the money from their banks with treatments for untreatable diseases. Their quality of life was never going to get better, so I gave them the best thing they could have. Relief.

I do not work for anyone, I reside in no home. My home is this world, and I do god's work. You may try to find me, but prosecuting a dead man is quite hard to do. Before I go, I have one last thing to say.

This was a confession, not an admission of guilt.

-William Marson

Written by: HorrorsUnknown