As you read on, you're think the confession sounds like a joke. You question why someone would write down a full confession of a murder. The note sounds like he left it for someone to discover, but the logic of why was not there.

You start thinking what might happen if he walked in that very instant. You've been rumaging through his files and documents, when you came across that note. It might drive the person to killing you also.

It's then, that you get that feeling again. An evil pulsating through your veins and throbbing like a headache in your head. It's then that you realize the owner is dead. You don't know this, you just feel it. You mind clouds with the thought and how good, plus relieved you are.

Then you snap out of the trance, leaving you with an ushy feeling. You decide it best, that you leave with the paper and seek help. Something in the room is unnatural and is influencing your mind.