The Diaries of Jack The Ripper

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I am submitting an attempt at telling the jack the ripper story from the eyes of jack himself, the story includes real letters, real dates of the events, real victims, and real places.

Submitted: April 03, 2008

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The Diaries of Jack the Ripper

August 31st, 1888

The air last night had a bit of a sweet taste to it I thought. It was cool out but not to cool. As I was walking and lurking in the shadows, that same desolate, cold, empty feeling came over me as it always does when I see her kind. A feeling far worse then hell itself could ever be. She had been coming out each night for the past week now, looking for who ever would pay the most. My how much I despise these women. They are vile and degrading. Every time I see them I get that same dark, cold feeling over me and the same thoughts came flashing in the back of my mind. Last night was different though, it was different in the sense that I was ready to purge myself of that terrible feeling. My 1st victim was named Mary Anne Niclols. As I followed her, she started to notice I was there. Around each corner she would glance back to see if I was still there. I followed her closely, watching her every step, her every move. I wondered to myself, could it be fear that was driving her in that direction or was it the thought of safety running through her mind that was leading the way. As she rounded the corner I caught a glimpse of where she might be heading. It was an old horse stable right outside of town. I made a sharp right to cut her off at the stable. As I waited, in the darkness, the feeling came back. My heart was pounding in my chest with such fierce I myself thought she would hear it and run before I had the chance to make my move. Here she comes I thought, walking briskly and looking behind herself with each step. As she walked by, without warning I struck grabbing her from behind and covering her mouth so she could not scream. I reached into my inside right pocket with my left hand and grabbed the blade. Without hesitation I put it to her neck. Before I could think, I felt the warmth of her blood running down my hands. Her body twitched hard and then just as quickly as it all began it was over. The feeling was gone, and another took its place. This feeling was quite different. It was a feeling of satisfaction.

September 7th 1888

The darkness has returned to me. I fear I will not be able to control it much longer. I must satisfy it once again. Tomorrow night I will return to the shadows and hunt once more.

September 8th 1888

It was around noon, I was walking the streets picking up a few things from the market. I had gotten milk, eggs, bread, and a few others that I needed for the home. As I walked down the street I saw her. She was the perfect choice to rid the evil from my soul. I saw her standing on the corner, I new I could pick her up rather easily in my buggy. News of my late victim, Mary Anne Niclols, was now circulating around town but that didn’t seem to bother her. I pulled up to the corner and gazed at her a moment. She seemed eager to walk up to me, but that was expected from her kind. I asked, “How much will this night cost me?” She replied, “As much as you would like to spend”. She was known around the neighborhood as “Dark Annie”. She was around 47 years of age and was common to the practice of prostitution. She was married to an abusive husband known as Leather Apron. I knew I didn’t have much time, so I pulled my buggy around the corner onto Hanbury Street. I came to a stop; she glanced over, with a look of impatience. I quickly grabbed for my blade and swung it at her throat. It made contact and within seconds she was laying lifeless in the seat. I started cutting just the way I did to Mary. It was the only way to get rid me of the feeling. After I was done I left her body in a backyard and drove off to cleanse the mess from my body and soul.

September 26th 1888

I have decided to give myself and name and make myself known to the world. I'm writting a letter to the news agency so that will get my story out. They have been posting lies about me all over the place. I will make sure they have thier facts straight before they post false information about me. My letter will go something like this,

"Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.

Yours truly
Jack the Ripper

Dont mind me giving the trade name

PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I'm a doctor now. ha ha"

September 29th 1888

The time was approximately 7 p.m. when I saw her leave the boarding house. I had been watching her for the last few days now, studying her and finding out everything I could about her daily life. She was known as "Long Liz" here on the streets. She was married to a man named Thomas Stride for the past 15 years. A couple years back he died, and so began her ways on the streets. She had been coming out each night around the same time, picking up men and doing what she does best. This night would be her last. As she left the boarding house I watched very closely. She was wearing a bright red dress, with matching red lips. Her hair was down and combed ever so carefully, lightly fluffed and golden brown. She took pride in her appearance much unlike the rest of her kind. I followed her, but not to close like the others since I know had a reputation. I myself was wearing dark robes and a dark hat to cover my face. Under the robes were the tools I soon would use to rid the world of another demon. As she came up to the corner she stopped and started to look around. At this point it was time to make my move. I walked up to her slowly and asked her what her name was. She told me her name was Elizabeth Stride. I asked her what a pretty girl like herself was doing out on the street corner this late at night. She replied saying, “I’ll tell you but it might cost you a pretty penny”. I simply smiled and said I have as much as you need. I then proceeded to ask her if she knew anywhere we could go to be alone and of course she did. As we started walking we were getting further and further away from the general public. As soon as I realized we were away from them we were entering a house. I stopped her and said I felt much more comfortable outside in the dark. She agreed to go back outside and just as we got out there she turned around and by that time I had already reached in my robes and pulled out my blade. As she looked me in the eye, I plunged the blade deep into her stomach. She stared at me with disbelief and fear. The light left her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head. I heard someone coming so I pulled the blade out and quickly and her body curled and fell to the ground, I quickly ran to hide. Come to my surprise they didn’t find her right away. I fled the yard where I left her and started to walk down the street once again. I stumbled into a local bar to try and relax for a bit. I ordered a drink or two to settle my nerves. As I was drinking a woman came up to me, drunk and staggering. She asked me if I would like to get out of there and have a little fun with her tonight. I recognized this woman to be Catherine Eddowes. This to me sounded as if she was trying to get me to agree to pay her for her services. Knowing what I had just done a few hours prior I couldn’t help but to think what a rush it’s going to be to have 2 under my belt in the same night. Before I agreed, the gentleman she was hitting on before me got a little pissed off that she left him for me. He started raising hell and yelling and before I knew it the bartender had called Scotland yard to come and pick them up. She was charged with being drunk in public and I knew they would release her as soon as she sobered up. I waited outside the police station for a few hours until she same out. “Kate” as her friends called her started walking down the stairs before I had noticed she was out and as soon as I saw her turn the corner I was on the prowl. She was heading up the street towards Mitre Square when I had made the choice to sneak up from behind. As I crept quickly the wind was blowing in my face, the owls were hooting their eerie call and I was alive with the feeling of satisfaction once again. Just as she reached the square I grabbed her from behind. To my surprise she was stronger then the others and was putting up a good fight. The fight was coming to a close now as I reached in to grab my blade. I felt the cold handle with my finger tips and wrapped my hand around it. I raised the blade to her back as I slowly thrust it into her spine. She was paralyzed and fell limp to the ground. She was not dead yet and was very much aware as to what was going on. She had no feeling in her body and could not scream for help. I ended her life right there in the square. I cut her left ear from her head and removed the left kidney as well. I told the police I would send them her ear and I have plans for the kidney as well.

October 1st, 1888

To show them that I was not messing around I quickly wrote a postcard descibing what I had done the night before I was as detailed as I could be. The post card went just like this,

"I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you'll hear about Saucy Jacky's work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit

couldn't finish straight off. ha not the time to get ears for police. thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.

Jack the Ripper"

Oh how they will have fun with this one.

October 16th, 1888

Now time for the kidney I had taken. I think I'm going to send it along with a letter to Mr. Lusk, the man who leads the committee of vigilance in search of me. The letter i'm sending him will include the following,

"From hell.
Mr Lusk,
Sor
I send you half the Kidne I took from one woman and prasarved it for you tother piece I fried and ate it was very nise. I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer

signed
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk"

November 8th, 1888

Tonight is not like any other night. The pain has returned stronger, deeper, colder then ever. I returned to the streets once again to rid my soul of the evil inside. I walked around aimlessly looking for my next victim. The streets were crowded now and people have returned to their night life. It seems my work here is done in the sense that no more of their kind walk about. Then that is when I saw her standing there next to him. She reached out and took something from him. I’m sure it was a pay off for sex. They soon departed and I followed her. Her reputation proceeds her in the fact that she was indeed a prostitute. Her name was Mary Kelly and she was the most gorgeous of all the woman I have hunted. Just as I did that last 2, I walked up to her and greeted her with a smile. The smile of which only Satan himself would know that nothing good could come of. We started talking and she asked if I would like to come back to her apartment with her and of course I agreed. We walked for a bit and talked. Just enough time to get her to trust me with everything. We came up on the apartment and she opened the door and we walked inside. The air had a musty odor to it, the walls were white, and the shades were cracked to where just a little bit of sunlight could come through. The bed was in the other room. The sheets were blue and spread out nicely over the bed. She said she had to get ready and walked into the bathroom. As she shut the door I prepared myself. I took out the tools necessary for what was about to happen. I slid my trusty blade under the pillow and waited for her to come out. She walked out dressed in nothing, which to me was no big surprise. I jumped up and grabbed her and threw her on the bed. To her it seemed like foreplay. I tied her to the bed using the rope that I had brought. I blind folded her so she could not see what was about to come. After she was blind folded, I reached under the pillow and pulled out the blade. I placed it on her throat and before she could scream and ran it through. Blood began to poor all over so I quickly grabbed the pillow to cover her face. Her body shook wildly as she slowly bled to death. That night before I was done you could not tell who she was anymore. They are going to have a hard time piecing her back together.

November 9th, 1888

The times are changing and my deeds are done. I have made my mark on society and with that say good bye to the corrupted world in which we live. Ask yourself if you ever find this diary, “What is the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because of a life time spent inside of a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and have done nothing to help destroy it yet? Whose guilty, the man who kills another for food or the man who does not share his food to avoid the killing? While you sit in judgment of a criminal, you may very well be the one who’s guilty. Guilty of greed, deception and hate.” With those words I leave you and the rest of the world to perish in hell.


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