Extract from Sergeant McAllister’s Journal
“January 2nd. For two months, I have been hopelessly searching for a mad man who calls himself “Jack the Ripper”. Two months and I still do not even have a slight incline into who he could be. With all the info. I have I can only gather the fact that he seems to attack woman of poorer income, all of whom, seem to have caused some sort of problem in the area.
Why is a man, who has a reasonable amount of medical knowledge, playing cat and mouse?
Does he really want to be caught?
I am lost in regards to the case.
NO EVIDENCE-NO EYEWITNESSES- NOTHING!
What are we meant to do?...”
From Hell
For weeks after McAllister’s third failed attempt to find the killer a deathly silence fell. There had been no movement from the mysterious killer and the publics heightened fear began to show. People were refusing to go out at night unless they had to. The police force had heightened the security around Whitechapel in the hope that the killer would be caught if he was to strike again. How were they to know what Jack was planning?
One morning, a journalist, Andrew Stuart, awoke to find a brown parcel on his door. A knot of fear tightened round his stomach as he read the two words scrawled on the top. “FROM HELL….” With a shaking hand, he cautiously opened the mysterious package. The sight that he beheld made bile rise in his throat and his blood freeze. In his hand lay half of a human liver. Accompanying the gruesome gift was a bloodstained letter from none other than Jack.
“News department,
Please note that the gift enclosed is proof that I am back. Feel free to tell all you please. Tell your boss, I wouldn’t mind seeing my name in print.
If you like, you can tell the public that the other half of the gift was fried and eaten. Ha Ha!!! Was a very nice treat, considering it came from a bitch of a woman!
Keep your ears open long enough if you can!
I love you all.
Jack”
The arrival of the letter and parcel sent hearts racing all through the police department and public once the information was passed on. The streets became deathly quiet at night apart from the odd groups of people heading to and from work. With no more appearances from “the Ripper” in the space of eight weeks, people began to assume he was gone for good this time.
If this is so, who was the man hiding in the dark alley like a lion looking for its prey?
Margaret’s Demise
After two months of absolute silence from our deadly killer, the public started to walk the streets at night once more. It seemed that the older generations living in the area were the only ones who were still too afraid to walk Whitechapel’s dark, winding streets. Little did the public realise that the assumption of the disappearance of “Jack the Ripper” was soon to be short lived.
Whitechapel’s resident vet, Peter Rogers, was taking a casual stroll through the back roads of the town when he noticed a stray dog with its paw caught underneath a six-foot fence. On closer inspection, he realised that there was something caught on to the poor animal’s foot at the other side. Peter gently squeezed has hand under the wooden fence and discovered that it was a bit of rope that had become entwined around the dogs back leg, as he carefully unravelled the rope his hand brushed against an object which felt like the icy cold flesh of a skinned animal. Being the caring man that he is Peter ran around to the other side of the fence but instead of finding a dead animal, he saw the mutilated body of a woman. Too shocked to investigate further he made haste and alerted the local police department. McAllister and his men realised that this probably meant that their worst nightmare had came true.
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