It’s a dreary night in old London, the cobbled streets of Whitechapel are deserted, its lonely and frightening, even more so if you have been abducted by a maniac, one that seems to dislike women so much that he murders them. Nobody really knows who Jack the ripper was, many have come close to naming him but not quite.…
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London had begun to forget all about the horrible Whitechapel murders, when one morning not long ago the great metropolis was shaken from the innermost recesses of the city to the elegant suburbs that have been lately built for the occupation of the wealthy and cultivated by the announcement that Sir Charles Warren’s dogs were loose.