Wednesday, 2 May 2007
10:09:14 PM (GMT)
At the day's end, Tatiana locked and bolted her door and shuttered the windows. She
lit every lamp she owned, and even brought out her idol of the Virgin Mary. She had
lost faith long ago, but she decided that praying wouldn't hurt. Kneeling before the
wooden figure, Tatiana bent her head before the Virgin. She prayed for Cathie and
Lizbeth, she prayed for others, but most of all, she prayed for herself. Jumping at
the slightest noise, she hardly believed she would rest soundly again.
But at some time she must have nodded off, for rods of sunlight streamed out of her
shutters and from under her door and all her lamps had burnt out. She got up to fetch
her laundry, and heard the crinkle of paper under her foot. She stepped back and
picked up a roughly folded piece of paper. Her fingers moved quickly as she opened
it, assuming it was specific instructions for an item of clothing. But as the paper
was spread before her, she noticed that the ink was red, and had an odd metallic
smell. The handwriting was near illegible, but she was curious.
"What a pretty necklace I gave Lizzie Stride, all red. So pretty. Do you want one
too? There's no walking 'round it, my dear. If you don't find me, I'll find you.
Jack the Ripper"
The paper fell to the floor. Was it just a cruel joke? She hadn't seen anyone on the
street. So that left one possibility. The madman knew where she lived.