It seemed like an eternity

1888

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"Thank you, Leonard. Why don't you go downstairs, and make us some drinks?" I asked him, and he started walking down the stairs. "I'm sorry, but i doubt that we have any human food." I said to Chatherine's friend, and smiled.

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Editors note: We are once again, in a different year. This time, 1888.

(The year of jack the ripper.) ((Still in Thomas's perspective.))

It was cold outside, and i put my hands inside my jacket.

The snow was falling down, and i felt it landing on my woolen coat as i hurried down the street.

Winter was here early this year, and i smiled.

Not because i was happy, but because of what i had done.

It felt like every single worry had been lifted off my shoulders.

I was almost home, when i heard someone scream.

Oh no, better hurry up. I said to myself, as i crossed the road.

I felt the sun through the window, as i woke up.

I yawned, and sat up.

On the table in my room, there was a cup of coffee and the daily newspaper.

"Leonard!" I yelled, and heard him running up the stairs.

"What is it sir?" He asked, and looked at me with an angry look.

"Do you know if you can contact my cousin?"

I asked him, and he looked at me.

"You told me that you were going to stop. You promised Sir!"

Leonard said, and walked out of the room.

"Well at-least it gives you food." I yelled back, and walked over to the table.

I opened the newspaper, and saw the front page.

A wave of panic and joy went through me as i read it.

"Jack the ripper strikes again. Another prostitute killed."

I read out-loud and smiled.

The name they gave me sure was mysterious.

I walked down the stairs, and saw Leonard sitting in the living room.

"You have to stop killing innocent people, sir." He said, and looked at me.

I ignored him, and walked over to the kitchen.

"Thomas."

I heard a familiar voice say, and i turned around.

George was standing in the middle of the room, smiling.

"What are you doing here?"

I asked him, and he continued smiling.

"I heard that you were trying to contact your cousin? I can help."

He said, and i smiled.

"Really? What can a ghost like you do?"

I said, and his smile turned angry.

"Just you wait, im going to show you." He said, and like that he was gone. I smiled.

What a wierd little guy, i thought, and walked over to the couch.

Leonard was still sitting in the living room, angry at me.

He really hated what i did, but he was always to afraid of me to actually do something about it.

I heard a knock on the door, and walked over.

"Hello?"

I said as i opened the door, and froze.

The headchief of the police department was standing here the day after i killed a girl.

"I would like to talk to you mister Ashworth." He said, and looked at me the same way Leonard was.

"Why? What have i done?" I asked him, and i felt i started getting warmer.

If i were to get caught now, they would lock me away.

After a while, they would notice that i don't age, and then i would be experimented on.

I shivered, and looked at him. He wasn't that strongly built, maybe i could kill him now and no one would notice?

No, if i did that, their suspicions would be confirmed.

But how did they even get those suspicions in the first place?

I smiled to him, and walked away from the door.

"Of course. Make yourself at home." I said, and closed the door.