Spring Heeled Jack a True Story

Walking along from the public house late that night My lantern giving just a little light My thoughts as I walked, was I very late? The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight. A scream I heard, from a far off distance. Commotion coming my way, do I make a stance? A lone figure running towards me, I stop dead in my tracks. Do I move aside or run away, or even turn right back. My lamp is only a candle; its light is very dim. I see a tall figure with glowing red eyes; he is tall and very thin. With a hooked nose and ears, those look as if they are pointed He bounds past in the lamp light, with a hood and cloak appointed. I know not what it is, but to me it looks very evil. Wrapped in cloak with hideous looks, I am sure it is the devil. The mob that is chasing it, finds me standing in their way With cudgels and with pitchforks, but they let me have my say. Satisfied it was not me, the chase begins once again. I join the mob in the chase; my heart begins to feels the strain. We chase the devil along a dark narrow path hoping it makes a gaff We catch up and corner him, he gives a demonic laugh. The devil turns to the mob; he’s trapped by a fifteen foot hedge. His laugh rings out his claws are drawn, silver talons, light glistening on the edge. One of the mob shoots at him, but the devil opens his mouth wide. Blue flames and fire shoot from it, blinding the shooter, who steps aside. The devil leaps the hedge with a great agility I am aghast with fear and shock, a demonic laugh reaches me. We stand not knowing what it was, will it be coming back? A voice from the mob, whispers you know what… That was spring heeled Jack Spring Heeled Jack was seen during the time of Jack the Ripper in the streets of London in 1838.