That evening, Father Louis took longer than usual to finish his work at the church.
As he stepped out of the confession room, he suddenly stopped.
Someone was there.
Behind the curtain, a faint shadow trembled—unnatural, restless. Before Father could speak, a voice emerged from the darkness.
“I have come to apologize for what I did today…”
The voice broke.
Crying—not softly, but with rage and despair.
“Today, I ended my life with my own hands, my dear wife.”
Father felt a chill run down his spine.
After a brief pause, the voice continued, as if reliving every moment again.
“This afternoon, I went home to surprise my wife. The door was wide open.
And then… I heard them talking.”
His breath trembled.
“I heard her planning my death. How they would kill me, call it an accident, and take everything I owned—my house, my property… my life….”
How she could even think of this…” (crying)
He took a sniff and continued
“I lost my control. I went inside and held her tightly. I asked her only one thing—
‘Why? If you were unhappy, why didn’t you tell me?’”
Suddenly, something struck his head.
“Blood covered my hands. Tears filled my eyes. And they were laughing.”
A bitter laugh escaped him.
“But I didn’t fall for long. When I stood up, I saw a flower pot on the table. I hit him with it—hard. a very hard.. hh ha… ha.. ha….. He fell.”
For a moment, his voice softened.
“I dragged my wife by her hair. These were the same hairs I once loved… but love died that moment.”
He paused again.
“In our room, pictures of our happy days stared back at me. I pointed at them, reminded her of everything. She tried to run. Again and again. but she was just shounting not giving me an answer… scream…cream & scream”
While narrating the story, he screamed loudly as if he had lost himself.
His voice turned cold.
“Then I picked up a knife. I stabbed her until her screams stopped.”
“Silence… Finally!”
Then softly, almost like a child seeking approval, he asked,
“Father… was I right?”
Father Louis swallowed.
“No, my child. You loved her once. Anger blinded you. Life and death belong to God, not us.You must surrender yourself to the police. Either you will face life imprisonment, or the death penalty. In one moment of anger, you didn’t just take their life—you ruined your own too.”
A faint chuckle echoed.
“Why should I be punished for death?”
“Because,” Father replied firmly, “you murdered two.”
The voice grew sharper.
“If the law punishes me for taking their lives, why didn’t God intervene to save mine? When life is said to be in God’s hands, how can human law judge me? Where was that divine power when I was being killed? They had no right to take my life.”
Father froze.
“It’s a simple rule Father, They Killed me & I killed them!”
A sudden fear filled Father’s heart.
He rushed outside the confession room.
There was no one.
No shadow.
No voice.
Only silence.
That night, Father Louis realized the truth.
He had heard a confession—not from a living man……but from a soul already dead, repenting before entering God’s home.