You’re a killer. No, wait, you’re not a
killer. Don’t lie to yourself, you know you’re a killer. No, you’re the killer
here, I’m not. We’re the killer, and you know it. Thoughts raced through my
head as I stood in the bloody room of Mary Jane Kelly. Suddenly I snapped back
to reality, slowly looking down at my hands to find them bloody.
“Not
again…” I mumbled, searching for a cloth to wipe my hands on.
This
had happened many times before, suddenly realizing I’m standing in a crime
scene without realizing I’m the murderer. He had taken over again—he being
Jack. Quickly I pulled myself together, taking away Jack’s musty appearance and
replacing it with my own dashing self. Jack hadn’t been here long, if my memory
is correct his first appearance was August, but the murder on August 7th isn’t the one that gave Jack the attention he wanted.
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