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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.

A few minutes later mu butler, called Sebastian, stops the carriage abruptly. Something was wrong, really wrong. I looked out of the window, my hands was shaking so much. But I didn’t see anything before Sebastian pulled me in to the carriage again.

- Are you okay young master? He asked me quietly.
-You stay in here and don’t move, don’t even breath if it makes you move, just stay still. It’s for your own safety.
And so I did and Sebastian went out again. I didn’t hear anything for a long time. Who was out there?

emmm la ut denna bara för jag skulle kunna få in den på min egna dator (är inne på skolans nu) BLÖÖ!