Martha Nicole, a devorced and a prominent face of the industrial women's union became my first victim. I got hold of her wandering in the streets during the night , maybe prostitution favoured her. Most of the people recognised her as an empowered woman among the union during the day but at night she kept her own secrets cause her deeds may question her appearance among the people of Whitechapel.
The time had occurred for me to engage with determination, eventhough my mind was against it. The devilish persuasion was too much to bear. The full moon's glair reflected the Thames river as i walked through the shadows of the street. There was no one in the streets. I could only listen to the rustling of the leaves in the trees while the cold midnight wind blew.
I reached Osborn street, the residence of Martha Nicole. I Silently went in through the back door and calmly moved in to the bedroom and the bed was empty. Suddenly i heard the breaks of a...