I had to get there before he did. I had to save her. The wet shine of moonlight glimmered on the cobbled streets of London. My breath floated in front of me as I ran, knuckles burning in the freezing cold. I stopped suddenly. A woman's mutilated body's lay in front of me, cut open like a tin can. Jack The Ripper was gone; vanished in the dead of night, a tree in a forest, hiding in plain sight. Knowing the Ripper had yet again got away suffocated me with guilt and disgust. My only witness was gone forever.
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The Last Death
Mystery / ThrillerThis 100 word story brings you to the streets of London, where Jack The Ripper is on a killing spree. Running through the alleyways on a cold night in November 1888, can you find Jack before he picks his last victim?
