Confess? Confess to what? Thomas was even more sure someone was messing with him now. He wasn't sure who but it wasn't very funny. He was a retired Navy vet and his best friend had been a POW. This type of thing was too close to home and he wanted it to end now. "I don't know who you are" he began yelling trying to keep the anger from his voice "but this joke isn't the least bit funny and if I hadn't recently found The Lord I would tell you what I really think about it." He in fact hadn't actually found The Lord but it sounded good just in case the prankster was God fearing and thought He might take revenge. After waiting a moment he opened his mouth and took a breath to yell again, much louder and nastier this time, when the screen changed again. The same red lettering now read Think back to football. Football? He hadn't coached football in 15 years. Before he could ask what football had to do to with this a door opened behind him and he could hear someone coming behind him. Trying to turn his head and exposing his neck he felt a needle prick and was back to sleep.
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Street Sweeper
HorrorThomas Dean wakes up tied to a chair in a small room only illuminated by a computer screen that reads "Confess and pay." What is this all about? Confess to what? What is the price for this supposed transgression?
