Genre: Thriller, Horror, Slasher, Biographic
Quarter to eleven, traffic was fine, the absence of stars in the sky made the night quite darker than usual and I was walking down the Black Frost Park. I was on my way back home from the ironsmith's. I had gone there to collect some of my garage tools i had given for servicing.
The park was crowded with its usual emptiness, flavoured with extra darkness of a new-moon night. It was void of any sort of commotion except for the cricket's catchy calls and the frog's fierce croaking. But, the dark silence came back to engulf all that. Howling of wolves could be heard occasionally from the nearby woods.
Reinsville was a small town. Most of the stores would close by 10 p.m. and the roads would be deserted. People locked themselves up in their tiny little cribs, except for some nocturnal dwellers who sought the darkness to promote their nightly business.
As I strolled on, I could hear some conversation from behind a row of bushes not too far away. Walking closer up to the source, the voices got clearer.
Amongst their random hidden talks, I heard something that caught my attention.
"She wouldn't stop screaming, So I had to do it."
A different voice this time, "I get it, but, then, kill her? Man, that's too much!" Said another man.
"I had no choice. She made too much noise and that could catch unwanted attention. That's the last thing I would think of facing while looting an old lady!"
"So how did you do it?"
"I don't know, I just... I.. I panicked.. and.. and I shoved the crowbar into her eyes. She was out instantly. I know... I was... I was impulsive but she yelled! I.. I didn't think.. I was impulsive, and I just acted. Damn, I messed up. Well, then I dumped her body in the gutter below the bridge."
"That's gross! That actually reminds me of Jack. Jack Smith."
The conversation intrigued me too much and I stopped to eavesdrop into their frantic discussion, from behind the bushes. I was well concealed from their sight, yet, living dangerously is what I call it, with no help to look for if caught.
The first guy said, "You mean Jack the maniac? That crazy psychopath?"
"Yes. They say he ain't got no left eye. They say he poked it out to scare his wife and then fed it to her on the night of their divorce. Of course she was found dead the next morning!"
"Not just his own wife, the psycho is said to have been behind twenty one murders in the last five years."
"Yeah. This guy is literally a ghost. Like an urban legend in this town. He's been haunting the poor lives of this town. The strangest fact is that he never gets caught. Nobody knows when his murder spree will end, and the worse thing you know, you could be his next!"
"Speaking of getting caught, you just screwed yourself up by killing that old lady!"
"Don't worry. I..."
"Excuse me gentlemen" I cut them short. Then I came out of the bushes and showed myself up to them.
"Hey, what the hell man? How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to get my appetite high for two interesting souls."
After a pause, I stepped forward and out of the shadow of an oak tree. I lifted my hooded head, letting the moon light fall on my face, exposing my eyes as well.
They gazed at me with utter terror.
"J-J... Jack?"
I took my hands out of my leather coat's pockets and brought out a candid butcher knife.
"Yes. I'm Jack. Jack the ripper!" I said, swinging my knife.
Quarter to eleven, traffic was fine, the absence of stars in the sky made the night quite darker than usual and I was walking down the Black Frost Park. I was on my way back home from the ironsmith's. I had gone there to collect some of my garage tools i had given for servicing.
The park was crowded with its usual emptiness, flavoured with extra darkness of a new-moon night. It was void of any sort of commotion except for the cricket's catchy calls and the frog's fierce croaking. But, the dark silence came back to engulf all that. Howling of wolves could be heard occasionally from the nearby woods.
Reinsville was a small town. Most of the stores would close by 10 p.m. and the roads would be deserted. People locked themselves up in their tiny little cribs, except for some nocturnal dwellers who sought the darkness to promote their nightly business.
As I strolled on, I could hear some conversation from behind a row of bushes not too far away. Walking closer up to the source, the voices got clearer.
Amongst their random hidden talks, I heard something that caught my attention.
"She wouldn't stop screaming, So I had to do it."
A different voice this time, "I get it, but, then, kill her? Man, that's too much!" Said another man.
"I had no choice. She made too much noise and that could catch unwanted attention. That's the last thing I would think of facing while looting an old lady!"
"So how did you do it?"
"I don't know, I just... I.. I panicked.. and.. and I shoved the crowbar into her eyes. She was out instantly. I know... I was... I was impulsive but she yelled! I.. I didn't think.. I was impulsive, and I just acted. Damn, I messed up. Well, then I dumped her body in the gutter below the bridge."
"That's gross! That actually reminds me of Jack. Jack Smith."
The conversation intrigued me too much and I stopped to eavesdrop into their frantic discussion, from behind the bushes. I was well concealed from their sight, yet, living dangerously is what I call it, with no help to look for if caught.
The first guy said, "You mean Jack the maniac? That crazy psychopath?"
"Yes. They say he ain't got no left eye. They say he poked it out to scare his wife and then fed it to her on the night of their divorce. Of course she was found dead the next morning!"
"Not just his own wife, the psycho is said to have been behind twenty one murders in the last five years."
"Yeah. This guy is literally a ghost. Like an urban legend in this town. He's been haunting the poor lives of this town. The strangest fact is that he never gets caught. Nobody knows when his murder spree will end, and the worse thing you know, you could be his next!"
"Speaking of getting caught, you just screwed yourself up by killing that old lady!"
"Don't worry. I..."
"Excuse me gentlemen" I cut them short. Then I came out of the bushes and showed myself up to them.
"Hey, what the hell man? How long have you been there?"
"Long enough to get my appetite high for two interesting souls."
After a pause, I stepped forward and out of the shadow of an oak tree. I lifted my hooded head, letting the moon light fall on my face, exposing my eyes as well.
They gazed at me with utter terror.
"J-J... Jack?"
I took my hands out of my leather coat's pockets and brought out a candid butcher knife.
"Yes. I'm Jack. Jack the ripper!" I said, swinging my knife.
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