I originally wrote this as a vampire story. That version was my first story publication in December 1988.

A poem I wrote.

Horror story.

Horror story.

Horror Story.

After 120 years the world is still fascinated by Jack the Ripper.

Jack the Ripper gets set loose in the present era, and a cop, hot on his tail, goes after him, trying to stop the inevitable.

About the notorious Jack The Ripper. Written with a spin, and meant to be romantic and adventurous.

There is a message for the police in White Chapel…

The notorious murders of several prostitutes in the year 1888 have continued to baffle us. Who could have committed these crimes against these poor women who were only trying to survive?