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Well well well, you have discovered my lair how clever of you, well I am indeed glad for now I may resume my work. You look surprised did you think me dead? well dear child you see true evil never dies and there has been no true evil upon this pathetic world since the year of 1888, you know what has amused me the most over the last century and a bit is the stupidity and the seeminglessly endless theories to my work and the accusations of who I was supposed to be made me laugh since my first public display of my art was discovered no answers have been found from that faithful day till this, even my letters to the police gave no indication of my identity. Oh how I miss those times the horse drawn carriages the taverns the fog ah I can almost taste it the thick heavy aroma of freshly spilt blood, I loved then all in my own way Annie Chapman,Elizabeth Stride,Mary Jane Catherine Eddows ..... oh how they were so accommodating a great source of inspiration for me, out of all the news clippings I cut out like their insides I have kept for all this time and they still give me constant amusement to this day. Of all the wonders I have witnessed over the last years none more fascinating than the amount of ideas upon my so called crimes, I have had my art put down to just about everyone from the queens relation to an American doctor this amuses me and a few tears ago the discovery of a man in Liverpool over my so called diary well what can I say about that I smile to my self at the deceptions over the years each and every one of my own device you see I need to keep my legend alive and the best way as back in the old days is to throw in a small jolt, a small fish if you will to the eager public, keeps the blood warm you see. And indeed it works well,l I see they are making a film of me, now once again my legacy will be captured in the annals of time.

Here in my sanctum I have sat and watched since day one of my art, I was at the inquests into the victims, I was even at a couple autopsies, unbeknown to the fools that is, they can not see past their own nose and as my art was somewhat displeasing to their philistine eyes they were too busy holding back the vomit to notice me. I find it funny how so many were mistakenly named in my sidemen the royal connection I think amused me the most, all because of a stage coach that was seen near the spot of one of the pieces. Also although I have not seen this so called "film" into my work I did see what you call a trailer for it, I laughed so much I almost choked the fools with their dramatic license one flaw I spotted straight away was the coin and hair slide victim as I call her, the fools has the coins placed on her eyes, I laughed to myself as I know exactly where I left them and trust me it was not on the harlots eyes. Still like my work I will over look such obvious mistakes for I am sure that even to this day they play their cat and mouse games the whoremaster will never rest I am sure of that.

It is just as well I have noted every detail as now you may if you are clever enough discover more than you knew on me and my Art, you will observe that the pictures of the women who I immortalized in time have links these will take you to the Inquests and there you may read all the supposed "horrors" of my deeds and the events surrounding them, also I will be kind to you and show you my true letters and all the files that surround my mystery, you may be clever enough to work it out for yourselves but ....... I doubt it.

So the choice is yours young one will you believe all you are told of fools or will you separate from the herd and let the whoremaster in to your life, indeed the whoremaster drives us all I know it drove me.

Well my time with you draws to an end as I must once again walk the streets my only dilema is where to continue my work, London was fun but ........ I need a challenge, Old Scotland Yard were never the sharpest knives in the draw so to speak, where do you reside young one? who knows maybee we will meet sooner than you think, and then I will show you why I am known as "Jack The Ripper", we will find a nice secluded area and I will make you imortal so you may join the ranks in the annals of time, gloryfied for the world to see, I only have one reservation in all this, I have watched medical science closely and seen great advancement in crime solving, finger prints, dna all strange wonders indeed, but all with a flaw I can exploit I am sure as I have always said "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back".

I have travelled the world a thousand times over now and seen nearly every so called culture I am sure I will find somewhere that will apreciate my Art once more, but I can not help missing Londons fog ....... I smile to myself at the pictures I still hold in my head of those times if I close my eyes I can still see it as if it was yesterday, the nice semi lit streets, plenty of dark alleyways and back yards, the oil lamps burning, blood flowing like a river over the cobbled stones ........... sorry I got stole away in a moment of clarity and vision. You would not understand those times it held great facsination here let me show you something before I depart.

 

 

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