Having already studied the facts of the Mary Kelly case I felt that I was now prepared as much as I could be for the Ripper’s own version of events. I picked up the journal and began where I’d left off.
9th November 1888.
9th November 1888.
The afternoon is drawing late, darkness falls, and I am tired. I have achieved near perfection. The w***e Kelly was fool enough to invite me to her ‘home’, that hovel in Miller’s Court. I charmed her so well she suspected nothing, though she struggled to begin with. I was forced to strangle the dirty b***h before I could cut her. She screamed once, I thought she may have been heard and the game was up, but screams are so common amongst her class no-one came near. I stripped myself and sliced the w***e into so many pieces, the blood was everywhere, it
