|
The memoirs of Jack The Ripper
|
|
|
By:
|
Jack_TheRipper
|
|
Mood:
|
accomplished
|
|
Date:
|
Jun 24, 2007, 04:55 PM
|
|
Music:
|
None
|
|
|
first paragraph:
Crimson slaughters. Hollow gazes, complete apathy. It wasn't always like that though. there was a time before hatred, before this ... this bloodlust. And as quick as it had begun the hatred vanished as if some entity or some rage.... no not rage. This was beyond rage. This was pure evil. I felt out of control, detached if you will. it was as if I were peeping in on some horrid creatures lifestyle. It sickened me but at the same time I enjoyed it. I should never have gone in search of that horrible book. twas the book, my gateway to inhuman pleasures unimagined. Or maybe it wasn't my gateway but the gateway through which that evil could get to me. I tried so many times to rid myself of that book. I ask you how a long forgotten, work of art such as the book be impervious to fire, water, and of course blade be destroyed. countless times I tried to give it to other people and still that evil found its way back to me. Don't ask me how but it did. Now that I look back at it I suppose it was destiny. It wasn't until my death that I realized what was truely going on and by then It was too late. So that is the reason I write my memoirs. In hopes that maybe someone capable might put an end to this evil forever.
|
|
|
|
MEMBERS COMMENTS
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
