When I decided to take the weekend off from blogging, I hadn’t
looked at the dates. It figures,
right? In fact, after realizing my
mistake, I considered posting anyway but I figured it could wait. If you don’t recognize the hashtag, you may
be wondering what the fuss is all about.
This past Saturday, August 31st, was the 125 anniversary of
Jack the Ripper’s gory but short-lived killing spree that all started with the
discovery of a butchered Mary Ann Nichols.
As most of you know, I have a freakish fascination with serial
killers. Serial killers who never got
caught…now that’s really captivating.
The lore that follows Jack the Ripper ranges from thought
provoking to full-fledged conspiracy theories, but I can’t get enough. I was particularly impressed with a
documentary I’d seen a few months ago.
The filmmakers suggested that The Ripper actually emigrated to from
Great Britain and ended up in America.
Murders with a similar style had been committed here in the States but,
after the suspect was captured, the murders ceased. Everyone, from bloggers to Hollywood moguls, loves to speculate
about Jack the Ripper’s identity.
Almost as famous as the man himself, the taunting letters
allegedly sent from the elusive murderer to the newspapers, play a vital role
in Ripper Lore. I can’t help but wonder
if he had, in fact, sent them or if it was a hoax. If he did, not only was he ballsy, it means he gave himself the
name, “Jack the Ripper”.
The elements of the unknown make the
legend of Jack the Ripper, truly nightmare worthy. Sleep well.
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