It was 1:00 AM Oct 15th of 1888. I looked at the picture of the pretty woman who had a gorgeous blue eyes , a wonderful smile.
Eliza Smith , a church missionary who could have not done any harm to this world had to be killed and there was no other way for her to escape from this misfortune.

It was a bit different today, the moon didn't even appeared and the darkness along with the silence in the air; not even a little breeze.
She lived in an apartment in Hanbury street.
I walked quietly to her door but it would have been foolish so I climbed through the window with the help of my hook and got inside of her...