Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won’t fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about leather apron gave me fits. I am down on whores and I shan’t quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I can’t use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha ha. The next job I do I shall clip the lady’s ears off and send to the police officers first just for jolly wouldn’t you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work then give it out straight. My knife’s so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck,
Yours truly,
Jack the Ripper
Don’t mind me using the trade name. "
(a letter allegedly written by 'Jack' himself)
As for the picture - it's a quick (40 minutes) image for a thread I just started at my forums, about mass murders and serial killers. Heheh. Enjoy!
(Oi, to clarify something - the text written within the quotation marks above is, indeed, a quote and not written by myself - it's from a letter that someone actually sent to the police during the Ripper killings. One can't be entirely sure if he actually wrote that, or not, but I thought it was appropriate to quote it.)
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