Well hello Detective!
I gave up with trying to find a new name for myself plus I'm still known as The Iron Ripper all over the world! So, I thought I'd start killing people with irons again! Are you happy now? I bet you are even if you're shaking your head right now!
Anyway, I was walking home from teaching at the college, when I saw this old couple. I followed them home. I thought they needed their wrinkles ironing out, don't you think the wrinkles are unattractive? Anyhow, I let them settle down for the night before I broke into the house. I set their iron up and began ironing the wrinkles out. Their skin immediately turned red, flakes of their skin went flying and blisters appeared.
After, I fed them to my friend's bull mastiff, Jen. He enjoyed them, I should feed him more.
However, I have a date tonight. Farewell!
Yours sincerely,
The Iron Ripper.
P.s I love your wife....
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The Letters Of Death
Historia CortaAfter investigating serial homicides, Detective Jack Harper finds letters sent to him from a person who says he is the serial killer.
