Dear Madam, I do hope you will forgive this presumptuous letter for a complete stranger.

What I am about to write, Madam, may shock you at no end.

However, I am determined to lay bare before you a confession, my own,

and to describe in detail the terrible crime I have committed.

For many months I've hidden myself away from the light of civilization, hidden, as it were, like

the devil himself.

In this whole wide world, no one knows of my deeds.

However, quite recently, a queer change took place in my conscious mind, and I just couldn't bear to keep my secret

any longer. I simply had to confess.

All that I have written so far must certainly have awakened only perplexity in your mind. However, I beseech you to bear

with me and kindly read my communication to the bitter end, because if you do, you'll fully understand the strange workings of my mind and the

reason why it is to you in particular that I make this confession.

H.P. podcraft.com.

I got something to confess

something to confess.

What is it?

I love this time of year.

I love the songs, I love the food, I love the decorations, I love it all.

Well, that's quite a confession

do you think do you think the confession we're going to hear in the story is similar like

the man who's writing this letter just wants to admit that he loves the holidays yeah I think I think that's probably it. That would be strange for a story called the human chair, which is by the way what we're covering. So maybe the human chair it's about sitting on Santa's lap. That kind of thing. I haven't seen that movie The Human Centipede but I always just

assumed that was about a really fun kongaline so maybe it's yeah it's a similar

...