Sparkatale

In 1888 a shadow lingered across London, lurking in the corners of the endless maze of Whitechapel. It was a time of terror and fear for he was here. He was everywhere, you could not escape him; for he was the Leather Apron, he was the Whitechapel Murderer. He was Jack the Ripper Everyone know the only way a serial killer stops is if they are stopped themselves