Fallen Angel
24 Oct 2005, 22:26
Jack Is Back!!
“I Shant Quit Ripping Them, Till I Do Get Buckled”
The Journey Begins.
All of us know the dark and evil stories about London’s most notorious serial killer: Jack The Ripper, who mutilated his female victim’s bodies and as far as we know kept trophies of these murders. But do you know what monster hung about in the shadows many years after and to this day stalks our streets for infinite victims?
No?
Well read this account of evil, murder, death and dark alleyways. Join me on a journey through time which will make even the coldest blood turn to ice.
Our journey starts on a dark November night in the Whitechapel district of London. The street was in near darkness because of the lack of streetlights. If you were to stand near a light on that dark cold night in November, you would have caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure skulking in a dim alleyway. At first sight you would see this man as perfectly harmless but on closer inspection his looks alone would make your heart beat ten to the dozen with , your eyes widen and your feet would be immobilized with fear.
No-one knows his name, all the folks here call him: “Jack’s kid.” You may think that it’s a pretty pathetic name for a man the public think is a modern version of “The Ripper”, yet that name as soon as it was mentioned would strike fear into the hearts of all who heard it…even the most cold hearted of men showed fear at the very thought of his name.
Around eleven on that dark November night in Whitechapel, a young woman was walking to her work at the local inn…a pretty risky job for a young woman, as the drunken men can and will get extremely violent. On the normally empty street she bumped into a large man wearing a long black coat, leather gloves, a large brimmed black hat, which was something like a Stetson and a scarf covering his face. The only visible part of his body was his dark eyes and long untidy hair. The young woman apologised and went to proceed on her journey. However, our stranger stopped her in her tracks. He started to speak to her in a voice which was as dark as his clothing and colder than the cold look in his black eyes. His words chilled her to the bones. “My oh my. What a pretty thing you are. So pretty in fact Im going to have to put you beside the rest of my collection”. He was clever enough to direct his eyes at the silver locket on the woman’s neck. The woman knew it wasn’t the locket he was interested in, so she tried to run. He grabbed her. She tried to fight but the man was too strong for her and brought her to the ground. He then dragged her into a dark alley. The young woman never appeared at her work again.
In the early hours of the next morning a kitchen porter was putting out all the rubbish from the restaurant into the alley, which looks out onto Whitechapel. Although, it is still slightly dark it is easy to see most of the boxes and bags. As the porter relieved his arms of the heavy burden of rubbish bags, he spotted a dog tugging at an unusual shape in a dark corner of the alley. On a slightly closer inspection (he didn’t go too near the mysterious bundle for fear of what he might find), he realised that the mysterious bundle the dog was pulling at was a human body. Filled with shock and fear he contacted the police.
Sergeant McAllister arrived on the scene an hour with, what seemed like, the whole of Whitechapel’s police department. On close inspection of the body it was discovered that the woman’s dress was torn from the midriff to the ankles. Deep slashes were discovered on her right breast and collar bone. Her wedding finger had been removed with one swift cut of a knife. Her face had all the tell-tale signs of a stiff beating and her neck showed friction marks as if a necklace of some sort had been pulled off with a violent tug. The most fearful injury of all was the fact her uterus had been removed with surgical precision. This very injury struck an immense amount of fear into the police officers’ hearts. They realised they were dealing with a murder they thought was the work of a man who knew the very actions, and had the very skills which “Jack The Ripper” himself had used in the eighteen hundreds. Little did they know how right there assumptions were. A stiff investigation began.
A few yards up the alleyway the police uncovered a purse beside a rubbish bucket. Inside the purse was empty except for some loose change and a card which identified the victim as Ellie Gray. Sergeant McAllister paid a visit to the Inn that Ellie had worked in. The owner claimed he hadn’t seen or heard anything from Ellie since her failure to come into work the night before. When asked if this was unusual, he informed the police that Ellie had never failed to turn up to work in the last five years so his suspicions arose. Unfortunately, he had no way to contact Ellie so was unable to query her whereabouts. He did, however, give police the details of a fellow barmaid who was a friend of Ellie’s, Mary-Anne.
Failing to get any information about Ellie from the owner of the Inn, the police contacted Mary-Anne. It soon came about that Ellie was a roommate of Mary-Anne and had left the apartment just before eleven the previous night heading to work. Mary-Anne was able to identify the body as that of her friend. She claimed there was a silver heart shaped locket missing from Ellie’s personal effects. This explained the friction marks on her neck to the police. The police went back to the crime scene and scoured the area in the hope of finding the locket. This, unsurprisingly, was nowhere to be seen. With no witnesses or further leads the police department decided to close the case of Ellie Gray. When this was explained to the public the press had a field day. Every newspaper had stories about how Jack The Ripper had returned in the shape of another man and would continue killing innocent women. The public didn’t know all of the details about the case, only their own suspicions. They decided to go about their normal day to day lives as well as could be expected, considering the events of previous nights. Little did they realise that they had let down their guard and in time, our killer was going to strike again.
“I Shant Quit Ripping Them, Till I Do Get Buckled”
The Journey Begins.
All of us know the dark and evil stories about London’s most notorious serial killer: Jack The Ripper, who mutilated his female victim’s bodies and as far as we know kept trophies of these murders. But do you know what monster hung about in the shadows many years after and to this day stalks our streets for infinite victims?
No?
Well read this account of evil, murder, death and dark alleyways. Join me on a journey through time which will make even the coldest blood turn to ice.
Our journey starts on a dark November night in the Whitechapel district of London. The street was in near darkness because of the lack of streetlights. If you were to stand near a light on that dark cold night in November, you would have caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure skulking in a dim alleyway. At first sight you would see this man as perfectly harmless but on closer inspection his looks alone would make your heart beat ten to the dozen with , your eyes widen and your feet would be immobilized with fear.
No-one knows his name, all the folks here call him: “Jack’s kid.” You may think that it’s a pretty pathetic name for a man the public think is a modern version of “The Ripper”, yet that name as soon as it was mentioned would strike fear into the hearts of all who heard it…even the most cold hearted of men showed fear at the very thought of his name.
Around eleven on that dark November night in Whitechapel, a young woman was walking to her work at the local inn…a pretty risky job for a young woman, as the drunken men can and will get extremely violent. On the normally empty street she bumped into a large man wearing a long black coat, leather gloves, a large brimmed black hat, which was something like a Stetson and a scarf covering his face. The only visible part of his body was his dark eyes and long untidy hair. The young woman apologised and went to proceed on her journey. However, our stranger stopped her in her tracks. He started to speak to her in a voice which was as dark as his clothing and colder than the cold look in his black eyes. His words chilled her to the bones. “My oh my. What a pretty thing you are. So pretty in fact Im going to have to put you beside the rest of my collection”. He was clever enough to direct his eyes at the silver locket on the woman’s neck. The woman knew it wasn’t the locket he was interested in, so she tried to run. He grabbed her. She tried to fight but the man was too strong for her and brought her to the ground. He then dragged her into a dark alley. The young woman never appeared at her work again.
In the early hours of the next morning a kitchen porter was putting out all the rubbish from the restaurant into the alley, which looks out onto Whitechapel. Although, it is still slightly dark it is easy to see most of the boxes and bags. As the porter relieved his arms of the heavy burden of rubbish bags, he spotted a dog tugging at an unusual shape in a dark corner of the alley. On a slightly closer inspection (he didn’t go too near the mysterious bundle for fear of what he might find), he realised that the mysterious bundle the dog was pulling at was a human body. Filled with shock and fear he contacted the police.
Sergeant McAllister arrived on the scene an hour with, what seemed like, the whole of Whitechapel’s police department. On close inspection of the body it was discovered that the woman’s dress was torn from the midriff to the ankles. Deep slashes were discovered on her right breast and collar bone. Her wedding finger had been removed with one swift cut of a knife. Her face had all the tell-tale signs of a stiff beating and her neck showed friction marks as if a necklace of some sort had been pulled off with a violent tug. The most fearful injury of all was the fact her uterus had been removed with surgical precision. This very injury struck an immense amount of fear into the police officers’ hearts. They realised they were dealing with a murder they thought was the work of a man who knew the very actions, and had the very skills which “Jack The Ripper” himself had used in the eighteen hundreds. Little did they know how right there assumptions were. A stiff investigation began.
A few yards up the alleyway the police uncovered a purse beside a rubbish bucket. Inside the purse was empty except for some loose change and a card which identified the victim as Ellie Gray. Sergeant McAllister paid a visit to the Inn that Ellie had worked in. The owner claimed he hadn’t seen or heard anything from Ellie since her failure to come into work the night before. When asked if this was unusual, he informed the police that Ellie had never failed to turn up to work in the last five years so his suspicions arose. Unfortunately, he had no way to contact Ellie so was unable to query her whereabouts. He did, however, give police the details of a fellow barmaid who was a friend of Ellie’s, Mary-Anne.
Failing to get any information about Ellie from the owner of the Inn, the police contacted Mary-Anne. It soon came about that Ellie was a roommate of Mary-Anne and had left the apartment just before eleven the previous night heading to work. Mary-Anne was able to identify the body as that of her friend. She claimed there was a silver heart shaped locket missing from Ellie’s personal effects. This explained the friction marks on her neck to the police. The police went back to the crime scene and scoured the area in the hope of finding the locket. This, unsurprisingly, was nowhere to be seen. With no witnesses or further leads the police department decided to close the case of Ellie Gray. When this was explained to the public the press had a field day. Every newspaper had stories about how Jack The Ripper had returned in the shape of another man and would continue killing innocent women. The public didn’t know all of the details about the case, only their own suspicions. They decided to go about their normal day to day lives as well as could be expected, considering the events of previous nights. Little did they realise that they had let down their guard and in time, our killer was going to strike again.