Creepy horror tales

Elizabeth Stride

I watched her walk with one of her clients at 40 Berner Street. This man was carrying a package. I waited until he left, then went after Elizabeth. I used a similar handkerchief to tie around her neck. Elizabeth sputtered and gasped longer than Annie. She suffered longer. When her body fell limp, I cut her throat. Warm sticky blood oozed out of her neck, I raised my knife to start tearing her stomach to bits, when I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly I stole into the shadows. A man walked down the street. He gave a single glance in my direction, but nothing more. I walked back down the street, feeling disappointed about not getting to give her a trademark slashing in the stomach. But, there was another girl. Yes, she would do.