Horror audiobook Irish priest British child
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Father Quinn heard the door to the confessional open, bless me, father, Voice, much smaller than he anticipated, Said child, What brings you to confession today? Knowing the person attached to that voice? He smiled inwardly. Surely Little Margaret Crow at six years old has much to confess, he chuckled to himself. Father, It's terrible. The devil's got scripts on me. I know it. I can hear him, father whispering in my ears to do bad things. No, child. The devil can't get you. It's only your imagination. Where's your grand at? Did she bring you to church today? My grand? Hi. Surely you're not here by yourself. No, gran didn't bring me and I didn't imagine it. He's real. And he tells me to do bad things. And if I don't do it, he gets real mod Father Quinn lost his smile. The chill started to close around his spine. As Margaret spoke. She was afraid, terrified. What was she talking about? Where did she come from, child? Where is your grand? It started when mummy died? He said it was my fault. And if I didn't do what he said, grand would die too. Oh father, I don't want to do bad things. Can't you help me get him away from me? So my grand doesn't die