Conversations with Jack

di Anthony Bailey (Autore)

Anthony Bailey, 2025

The streets of Whitechapel were thick with fog in the fall of 1888, wrapping the district in a suffocating cloak of darkness. The grimy cobblestones reflected the pale light of gas lamps, but even that light could not dispel the shadows that clung to every corner and alley. Whitechapel was a district of misery, where the poor scurried like rats and the smell of rotting refuse mixed with the stale air of sweat and sorrow. It was a place where a man could vanish into the crowd, where secrets could fester and grow. And in that darkness, there was a monster—silent, unseen. His name would become infamous…..they would only know him by the name whispered with fear in the streets: Jack the Ripper. It was September when the killings began—his shadow first stretched across Whitechapel, unseen but ever present. His first victim, Mary Ann Nichols, a woman trying to survive in the grim world of prostitution, wandered the streets looking for a client. She was vulnerable, alone in the early hours of the morning when the streets were nearly deserted, the chill of the night still lingering in the air. The killer had watched her. He knew these streets. He knew the timing. It was a ritual for him, stalking from the shadows, learning the patterns of those who walked the night like him. He approached Mary Ann with a whisper of a promise—money for her company. In a moment, he struck, a swift slash to the throat, the darkness swallowing her scream. Her body was left on Buck's Row, her life snuffed out so suddenly that no one saw him leave, no one heard a thing. ""It is the terror, you see. The very scent of it, when they come to the dreadful realization that their lives are drawing to a close. Their bodies, trembling with a knowledge they cannot evade, tauten in fear, as though they are fully aware of the impending doom, yet powerless to alter their fate. The stench of it hangs heavy in the air, oppressive and suffocating. And it is upon this fear that I feast. I take it—every last trembling fragment—and let it course through me, sustaining my wretched existence. I store it within the depths of my being, for it is the sole thing that grants me any semblance of completeness. You must understand, it is not merely the act of taking life that compels me. No, it is the sensation of their life slipping from them, the surge of dominance that accompanies the knowledge that they are nothing more than prey—helpless and vulnerable. I alone, with the blade in hand, am the one to determine the final breath, the moment when it all ceases." "His voice cracks slightly as he speaks, but there's no remorse in it, no guilt. Just that strange, twisted sense of satisfaction—like a man who's reconciled with the monster inside him" "Ye want to know the real reason I do it? It's because no one—no one—has ever made me feel like I was in control. No one's ever looked at me and thought I was the one who could take everything from them. And that's what this world does to a man like me. It crushes us down. Makes us feel small. But when I take their life, I own them. I own their fear. I own their death. And that's the only thing that makes me feel like I'm somebody. Not a man. Not a person. But a force."

• Autore: Anthony Bailey
• Anno edizione: 2025
• Editore: Anthony Bailey
• Formato: EPUB2 con DRMFREE
• Lingua: Inglese
• Compatibilità: Tutti i dispositivi (eccetto Kindle)
• Layout: Reflowable
• EAN: 9798230030843