r/shortscarystories
10 yr. ago
tarandfeathers
It's a boy!
"Oh! I know what's happening! I've just been born again and I have only
only a few minutes to see through all my past lives. Shortly, I will
have forgotten everything. An invisible hand will erase all my
memories and I will become an ınnocent little child. But now, I can
see everything. All my crımes. It all started when I m-rder my only
brother. Then I kılled other six of my siblings. Then I slaughtered
seventy of them. Then I offered my virgin daughter to be ab*sed by a
mob. And then, I sacrificed my baby-girl to become a king. Finally, I
betrayed my Mentor and sent Him to deäth. There is something evıl
in all my lives, something I cannot control. Oh, I wish to, I have to
remember all these atrocities beyond these two minutes! Last night I
felt the remorse for the first time and resolved to kıll myself and a
few minutes ago I was flopping in my own noose for I had betrayed
my Master, I'd sold Him to the Romans for 37 pieces of silver coins. We
ate supper for the last time, like friends, as I was being a traitor
all the time. And while we parted, huggıng and kıssıng, I knew He
was suspecting my vileness. That was the last straw for my burden.
Enough with all the kíllíngs and treason! Enough with all the
schemes and the massacres! I want to redeem my evıl! To lead a
clean, virtuous life, to be admired, praised and beloved, to leave
behind useful and beautiful things instead of paın and hatred. I will
change - starting with this next life I have ahead. I will study, I will
create! I will build useful machinery, beautiful works of art! I will
write, I will paint! I will help people get further and higher! I will invent,
I will write, I will paint! Only if I could remember: a painter, not a kıller!
A painter, not a kıller! A painter, not a kıller! I will repay my treason by
evoking the life of the Master and depicting it in images! I will paint
our last supper to show all the people how I had betrayed Him, how
despicable I had used to be. I want to change, I have to! I want my
actions to impact all over the world and my name to be on everyone's
łıps.."
Hung by his little feet, the newborn received a pat on the back, his
lungs started working and he released a long crý. The midwife laid
him abreast his mother Klara, and hurried out of the room to bring the
news. The father had already heard the baby's crý and was rushing
towards the door. "It's a boy!", said the midwife. "You have a boy, Mr.
Alois Hiτler!"