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|The Fiend (standard:horror, 262 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: Mar 19 2009||Views/Reads: 1738/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|In Whitechapel 1888 a mysterious figure was murdering prostitutes with vengeance!|
He came out of the foggy night With a vengeance, His knife gleaming Beneath the yellow gaslight. Wearing a top hat and long cloak He waited patiently in the alleyway For the whore to pass by Ah, there she is, he thought, alone and tottering From cheap drink. His beady grey eyes glared at her The whore that had given him The incurable disease He knew he was rotting And he vowed to take out as many whores As possible before he died She draws nearer and nearer Click! Click! Her shoes clicking on the wet sidewalk. He took in a deep breath as His gloved hand tightened On knife's handle As she came abreast He reached out and grabbed Her by the throat and pulled her into The dark recesses of the alleyway Her stockened feet kicked the empty air She tried to scream but it was too late With a deft stroke he slit her throat. She fell heavily on the filthy ground Her warm blood splashing around in streams As he began to mutilate her as he did the Other three – gutting them expertly From pubis to throat in frenzied madness. He took out her intestines and began Caressing it, delighting in the gurgling sounds it made as he ripped it out of the body cavity The foul deed done. His breath gasping From his unholy exertions He disappeared into the foggy night Jack the Ripper had struck again! Post Script: Jack The Ripper was never caught and speculations as to his identity goes on even onto this day Tweet
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