I have found that, even though I am a spirit, I can interact with the living world. I have to hide my own body, not something I thought I'd be writing, so the smell of rot doesn't ring any alarms.
I have decided to hide it in a cemetery near my wife. I am going to do it at night to not raise suspicion.
At this point I learned how easy it is to hide a body in 1888 Whitechapel, pitiful honestly, I now know how Jack is getting away with these gruesome acts. All those women slaughtered? No one heard or even noticed that they died before the bodies were found. I hope that those women had someone to morn them..
After all of this I just went along with living my after life and tried to find this horrific murder, and try to figure out why I am still here.
Deireadh a-steach
(Author's note: I am very sorry for the short chapter I couldn't think of something else to put in the "After Death" because anything I thought of ran into dry rambling)
YOU ARE READING
Bryan's journal
Randomtrying to remember what little of a life I had before being ruthlessly torn apart.
