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Whitechapel, London, England: October 1888: Autumn
Drip...drip...drip...
Raindrops splashing against the cobblestones
The streets blanketed in thick fog
Clip..clop..clip..clop..
Sound of footsteps tapping against the stone
Bong...bong...bong...
Bell ringing as the clock strike's midnight
A woman walks through the darkness
Her breath visible in the cold autumn night
Body shaking not from the cold but in fear
A shadow watching amongst the fog
Top hat and suit black as night
Clip...clop...clip...clop
Footsteps tapping against the stone, closer than before
Then silence fall's, the only sound now is her breath
Gripped in fear, a single tear trickles from her eyes
The feeling of leather against her lips
Her mouth covered and whispers in her ear
Cold steel pressing against her pale skin
Fear consumed her, her body frozen
Her screams muffled, his grip powerful
Slash...slash...slash...
Dress shredded and skin cut by cold steel
Cobblestones now soaked red with blood
Her skin cold as ice & light gone from her eyes
Clip...clop...clip...clop...
His footsteps tapping against the stone
Shadow fading back into the thick fog
Screams echoing amongst the dark
Shriek...shriek...
Whistle's blown, the woman discovered
Jack The Ripper has struck again...
Whitechapel, London, England: October 1888: Autumn
Drip...drip...drip...
Raindrops splashing against the cobblestones
The streets blanketed in thick fog
Clip..clop..clip..clop..
Sound of footsteps tapping against the stone
Bong...bong...bong...
Bell ringing as the clock strike's midnight
A woman walks through the darkness
Her breath visible in the cold autumn night
Body shaking not from the cold but in fear
A shadow watching amongst the fog
Top hat and suit black as night
Clip...clop...clip...clop
Footsteps tapping against the stone, closer than before
Then silence fall's, the only sound now is her breath
Gripped in fear, a single tear trickles from her eyes
The feeling of leather against her lips
Her mouth covered and whispers in her ear
Cold steel pressing against her pale skin
Fear consumed her, her body frozen
Her screams muffled, his grip powerful
Slash...slash...slash...
Dress shredded and skin cut by cold steel
Cobblestones now soaked red with blood
Her skin cold as ice & light gone from her eyes
Clip...clop...clip...clop...
His footsteps tapping against the stone
Shadow fading back into the thick fog
Screams echoing amongst the dark
Shriek...shriek...
Whistle's blown, the woman discovered
Jack The Ripper has struck again...