Every night i saw nightmares and it was never ending , kept on haunting me. I couldn't figure out how and why would those nightmares influence me in any way. Doubts piled up in my mind day_ by _day.
Most of the times the guilt from my past deeds crept upon me and i had to stay sane (maybe i thought it would help to keep the guilt away)through the booze that was kept in the old wardrobe.

Investigations were high on alert when people read the article on the "letter from Hell". The UNKNOWN might have wrote a letter to the head of investigation in Whitechapel. The letter threatened the people and challenged the police on the consecutive deaths occuring all over Whitechapel. The letter provided a name for me , it was THE RIPPER.

Some how i felt i was going to be a part of something big from now. All these people would fear me and curse me for my doings but they don't realise the truth behind it of this all been a great conspiracy.

Today i...