Posts Categorized: Horror Confessions

I Wasn’t Invited

When my friends got a Facebook invite from Darren White, I was pissed, I didn’t get one.

I remembered him from school. He was the guy everyone bullied. They called him Wiggy, because he was already going bald by age eleven.

“Did you know Wiggy invited me to his stag do?” Stuart said to me while we drove to work.

“Really?” I said, “he didn’t invite me. Are you going?”

“Yeah, I think so, I owe him an apology for how I treated him in school.” Read more »

Addiction: A Confession

I sat in my car, and I watched. I had succumbed to the urge. I had listened to that voice in my head for hours, days, years, and again, I found myself stalking. I admit it, I felt excited. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t care; within the hour I’d be sated and the voice would retreat again, allow me to feel normal. Read more »

The Art of Advertising

How do you advertise a new product? Producuce an advertisement that makes no sense, show some skin and then finish off with the product name. It really doesn’t matter what the product is, or the content of the ad; bamboozle the viewer with imagery, then finish with the name. It’s pretty much the defacto standard. Read more »

The Reid Technique

As an investigator, I am tasked with getting a confession. To do this, we use the Reid Technique.

It is the standard method you see in the movies and TV programmes, good cop/bad cop exchanges, pushing the interviewee to agree and admit to the crime, as we can *help* them if they do; if they don’t, they will be thrown to the wolves. Read more »

OCD

I have obsessive compulsive disorder. I’m not a germaphobe or a checker, I just really hate odd numbers. It’s hard to explain, I just don’t feel right and I have to rectify it. I see one shoe on the floor, I have to find the other before the anxiety becomes unbearable. I buy food in pairs. I have two cars, even though I only use one. Read more »