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• Diary of Jacque the Ripper
  
  
  

In the fall of 1890 ~ England started to experience a rash of murders.
These murders were different than seen by any local official. All the victims were women, most prostitutes but that just became habit. Men were murdered if they happened to be in the way.
The only clue the police and detectives had at the time were found on the bodies. The necks were cut but that was not the cause of death. Usually the cause was impalement through the chest, through the lungs before exiting the body.


Depending on how long the body had been lying, before being found, the chest was
split open and the heart of each victim was/had been removed. The last clue was that of either a note - left latter on or by copy cats, or the word "Jacque" written in the victims own blood.

Thing about this was ~ almost always there were no witness or if she & as stated early if a male was present at the scene of the murder he was killed, and of course the word 'Jacque' was assumed masculine 'Jack' , if she had seen the killer, her wounds left her in no condition to say or describe the murderer 'till later when she awoke. These murders continued across the country, mostly London, through the country side, even appearing in Glassglow and Cadbury.

Not counting all the copy-cats, who were eventually caught, and of course blamed for the murders, even though some of them weren't old enough to have committed. Then -'Smiling Jacque' was never caught. There is a reason for that. 'Jack' was indeed 'Jacque' ~ as in Jacquelynn.

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Born in Naples Fance, 15th June 1858, to the family DeMaunt. The family moved to London in the winter of '62, and father had already passed on by '66. Mother ~ being half Scotish had to rely on the benevolence of the "Lords" of the house hold the family lived and worked in. This was not a very healthy enviroment – part Brothel – part guest House. So needless to say, Jacquelynn had and did not have any self respect for the men and women who let men use them.

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< from the personal journal of Jacquelynn DeMaunt >
"June 15 – 1867"

I write this date for it is the last date I can remember, were it all began It was my ninth birthday and I and I don't remember much. I was walking – after fetching laundry salts for my mother – I remember being attacked * For what I can't say. I had nothing !

When I awoke, seven days had passed. I was half nude, the salt of course was gone, and it looks as if I had been pushed aside to wait for the refuse pick up. Instinctively I ran returned home, my mother of course, had already been convinced that I had run away. Needless to say I was severely punished.
If it had not been just physical punishment of my mothers hand – things my have ended differently.
~ BUT THOSE BASTARDS ~ They will F>U>c>k>InG pay for this ~
I turned my mind away from my physical body – I couldn't look in the mirror from that point on even if I wanted to. As the years passed – I took my mother's place – it wasn't a mantle I carried with any pride. I'm vauge as to exactly on purpose – the memories are not nice and haunt me every night since. Lets put it this way ~ I'm attractive, half French, half Scottish – at the time my mother was of no further use – serves her right – I was fifteen. I worked in the brothel, at the madams beck and call – let's leave it there shall we.

The longer this went on, the more anger I felt swell up inside me. I thought it was just because I resented my mother, I had other siblings, but they were not full-blood and whores all of them!
I digress, by my third and twentith birthday, I lost my mind. My dreams became more hallucenagenic in nature and would even drift into the waking hours. It was going to the hottest part of summer, that wasn't making things easier. By this point the only way I could keep my mind quiet was through
opiates. Not hard to find, didn't even have to leave the house Smile That helped the mind, for my body – I took my frustrations out on the pour strays we had roaming around. - useful skill to have transfers real well -

I soon found myself in odd company. I had just recently chopped my hair, around the jaw level and had most of the red color taken out. Two months, later I was coming out of the cuttlery ..
– Now this is a sight – since I was a women, they wouldn't sell me any weapons. I was in pretty good shape from lifting, all those years of fetching salt for my mother. I was fairly tall ~ especially in boots – better – throw on some men's spectacles , a hat – a good outfit - ~ Fry Your A>s>s ~
.. walk out with a walking stick, a cigar and a pocket watch and nobody says a word.
Now I could get the good Knives – instead of kitchen utinsels – ones that fit into pockets – boots, my Mouth! * ~ Now your Asses are Mine ! ~ *

Anyways, thing is, you never know the attention your going to attract when out.

- Same damn route home -

Cute little girl on the corner – I've should have know – damn thought (she)
thought I was man – stupid whore was going to try to leach me around
the corner.

- Same damn route home -

Without thinking as she tried to kiss me, that new toy I got went right through
her lungs. She was also carring a musket shot – to the gut is not a
joyfull thing

- Same damn route home -
My blood spilling into the street – hers into my mouth – I should be dead, I'm going to die – why does this seem so familiair

- Same damn route home -

Happy Hallows Eve ~
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When I came to, I about lost it, puked up everything I had in me plus
Where was I, I should be dead – I'm Nude ! * s/h/i/t/e * where's my cloths?!? I couldn't find a key to open the locks on any of the doors – I searched the flat for hours. Sure there were windows, but I shure the hell wasn't going to break them – I was two flights up * I should be dead *
I woke later that night, when somebody arrived, looked right at me and said, " Smile Jacque, you're dead" I cannot describe the insanity that I felt at that point. I went to lash out – When this Icy grip fell across my throught from behind me, the women who was in front of me said, "I'm Victoria Nobles, we'll talk when your calm"
* Left – with all the doors unlocked – so did I *.
On the way home, I thought I kept seeing that women, what did she mean?
"Smile Jacque your dead". I should be dead, she'll tell me what happened or I'll KILL her! I heard a women screaming in a nearby ally way, There was a man trying to stab her and cut her cloths were torn. Without thinking, I still had my toy – slit his throught, pushed him aside, looked at her ..
When I saw the pocket musket in her blouse – I went off - " Where is she !! Tell me whore !! " As she screamed, they drove my mind insane – so I did the only thing I could do – put my lips to hers and proceded to go for the lungs ~
The Blood ~
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