An asylum... that's where they'll put me if I tell the Superintendent what I saw and heard the other night. A great place for ol' Det. Gasbag himself. Damnation! I suppose I could leave out the fangs and hissing, it could have been the strange glow of their skin and my rush of fear that caused me to see otherworldly visions of demons... I thought I was chasing one after all!
I can't seem to reconcile my thoughts on this matter. My duty is to report my findings on this investigation and to help prevent further murders. Yet, there was something in the way Jack... Jack... said "he wasn't the one" that still makes me feel hesitant in telling what I think I know. If I could find out more on those two women and their potential connection with the killer, I might have a better idea on how all this fits together. Tracking down two living ghosts should be easy, since they won't blend in well with the locals. Their clothes were tailored and looked like expensive fabrics, not to be found in common Whitechapel shops or on the inhabitants for that matter. I must also contact Jack and get him to meet me somehow... a notice in the personals could do the trick. I'll have to be very careful in my wording or I could end up on the suspects list as an accessory.
My work is cut out for me; I just hope I don't get cut up in the process.
J-
Tired of chase.
Believe you, meet at pub 10 p.m.
Friend
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