I finished school late today, when the night had settled into every crook of London, a dusky black shadow that engulfs the street, illuminated by the studded jewels of orange lamp post.
For the first time ever, I had goosebumps at the back of my neck walking down the street towards Manor Gardens. Thick, heavy fog seemed to be nestling upon the sinister-looking branches, reaching out eerily towards you.
A distant cry of a hungry baby in the background along with constant scraping of my boots against the wet glistening road dragging my shivering self closer and closer to home, praying I would make it, has got to be my longest journey to safety .
And a hooded figure walking, neither towards you nor further away from you.
It is the London Jack the Ripper roamed.