Whitechapel, London 1888

Wanton women of Whitechapel Desperate and destitute Weakened from want Shrunken stomachs barren of bread Dying from disease in dingy dosshouses Selling themselves on the streets for shillings to buy beer, a bed for the night or a bonny new bonnet to enable them to appear more enticing to men with money to spend A woeful and wretched existence worn down by the world envisioning escape Evil born and bred in that cesspool of sin unleashed upon the East End of London Dwelling in the darkness that deplorable demon Swallowed up by the shadows Propositioning his prey Whisking them away Where he wouldn't be witnessed as he went about his work would not be disturbed as he did the dreadful deed A single swift stroke of the knife he had kept carefully hidden our of her sight that he now held in his hand Slicing through her throat severing the throbbing vessels that sustained her life sending blood spurting She would soon succumb to exsanguination Laid out like a slaughtered lamb Eviscerated Entrails slung over her shoulder like a bloody boa her body left lying there for those who dozed as she died to discover as a new day dawned Two in one night filled all females with fright Yet with scant choices save to starve or forego shelter they continued to seek clients taking their chances of drawing the death card from the deck well aware that they were destined to die no matter what they did for the felony of poverty There was more than one murderer in their midst What difference did it make if that dark angel came calling to claim them due to drink sickness, starvation or the malevolent mind of a madman? Scotland yard stymied in their search forensic science far in the future descriptions differed clues were few A letter scribbled in scarlet ink addressed "From Hell" accompanied by a small cardboard box containing a kidney that they could not verify came from the victim A message scrawled on a wall that made no sense at all Mary Kelly mutilated Found in the morning dead in the bed of the boarding house where she was behind on the rent Sheets stained red Her carcass carved to the bone The flesh of her face filleted what was left of her hardly appearing human A heinous and horrendous gruesome grand finale disappearing after her demise as if he had been but a bad dream vanishing into vapor like a vampire in the morning light his moniker and motive a mystery To this very day no one knows no one can say Who was Saucy Jacky?