A family of four turned to look at him over their shoulders as he came barging through the high Gothic doors and stampeded toward the small box at the foot of the altar. So abruptly had he come that it took them a while before the mother and father could direct their own and their children's attention back toward the sacred figure in front of them. The family commenced their prayer, trying to ignore the man's noisy, frantic passage into the confessional. The priest on the other side nearly jumped at the commotion. Before the clergyman could ask if he was alright, the man spoke in a hurried, hushed voice.
"Forgive me, Father... f-for I have sinned. And I'm about to sin again," panted the panicked man. "I believe my last confession was... in my childhood some time."
"What troubles you, my son?"
"Father, I was a fool. I thought I had fallen in love with a good, Christian woman, but instead she was a succubus," the man paused to catch his breath. "I had to put a stop to it, Father. She was