Jack has again knocked?
“Lisbeth advanced to slow steps in the small streets of WhiteChapel. The fog was thick and she could nothing see in more than ten meters. But she heard behind her the groans and suddenly she was fear. One form appears of darkness and two hands tighten his neck with so powerful that she shouldn’t have the time of shouting. The fringe blade glistened in the night and it cut the throat. It’s with the small songs of his kind that we’ll cross, anguished, the mists of London, his terrible fogs to cut to knife in which is transported the soul of damned. Here, when the purée of pitch weigh like the lid of grave, anything is terror, torture, and sadism.
This noises suffocating who reach to ears are they the last death rattle of unlucky widely aggressed? And this form, who appeared suddenly, imprecise, threatened a streetlight or perhaps a killer who stand his next pray? Distortion of perceptions, rising of phantasm the most morbid. It’s certainly the Britain climate of the Britain city with the aberrations criminological? Then, the sinister Jack, the sadly Jacquot, the funfest Jack the ripper wasn’t the first serial killer in the history. Gilles de Rais has lived others stories and he is certainly fall down on other terrifying murder – But it’s this one who invents urban terror, the free massacre in the greatest cities to XIX century.
He is on the fear scale, the equivalent “human” the Gevaudan Beast liberate in East End, low district to London, flea-ridden and populous. Jack killed of night the fragile pray, women to wrong life, inflated by the gin to tow penny for forget the empty stomach and their roof that no one has. He knocked and disappeared, and no one has resolved the enigma of his crimes. Then, when others murders are arrived, many years after, certain people believe and his return.