The Fiend (standard:horror, 262 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Mar 19 2009	Views/Reads: 3225/0	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


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