Jack The Ripper

Prologue

You find yourself in a dark and gloomy night in the back alleys of the Whitechapel district in London. The dense mist makes it almost impossible to see. It is quiet and empty, unlike the day time where the streets are filled with horse carriages passing through the town, vendors selling their goods, the laughter and shouts coming from the drunken people at the pubs and the performers, singing and dancing with a crowd of joyful people singing along with glee. But at night it feels like a whole different world, as if everyone just suddenly vanished and you are the only one left. The only sound you hear are the raindrops dripping from the street lights as you pass them one by one. Why are you even out this late? Where are you going? That is a question you can not even answer yourself. Or can you? Suddenly, your mind goes blank. You feel fingertips caressing your neck. They feel cold, almost like ice. You slowly turn around and what stands behind you sends a shiver down your spine. A tall, slender figure stands there, dressed in all black. You can't quite make out the face of the almost inhuman looking figure. All you can see are a pair of eyes that, in contrast to the rest, look like they glow an eerie red. The figure's featureless face slowly morphs into a twisted crooked smile. Its creepy smile full of Rotten yellow teeth turns your skin as pale as chalk, while you stand there unable to run. Suddenly it pulles out a long knife, that looks like it has been stained by blood, out of its coat. You feel the urge to run or scream, but your entire body is still numb from shock. Before you can react the creature holds the Blade into the air and slices the front of your body. You fall to the ground, helpless as the killer kneels before you and digs it's knife into your throat.