Jack the Ripper

It was a late winterday in december 1875, I had taken on my coat because it had become cold. My butler prepared the carriage and we went to town. I was scared, it was dark and I could feel my heartbeats go faster and faster.
Last week my servants told me a story about Jack the Ripper, a man who cut the throat of women. He lived in the same town as me, London. I felt worried even if I had a butler that saved me no matter what, because those who have seen him are dead. I have a strange feeling that this was my last night.



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