A name that often pops up when we talk about serial killers is that of a mysterious person who was suspected of murdering nearly a dozen women.

And even though we hear about unfortunate cases like these pretty often nowadays with a surge of interest in true crime shows and stories,

back when these happened, nobody wanted to talk about the victims, especially if the victims were involved in the crime-ridden scene of East London.

But there was something about these cases that made them different. written scene of East London.

But there was something about these cases that made them different.

They were even more twisted.

Things that they thought humans were incapable of doing.

Sure, murders and attacks were mentioned in that area of London on occasion.

And though disturbing enough already,

nothing prepared people for the gruesome descriptions of the murders I'm about to tell you about.

You've heard the name.

Jack the Ripper.

My name is Edwin.

Here's a dark memory.

It was a great time to be alive in 1888 in England. It was the Victorian era, known for its level of sophistication and inventions.

Life was improving for many, but definitely not for everyone.

The sun hadn't even showed up yet.

It was a cold morning, and as much as the mother hated doing this,

she knew she had no other options.

Getting every last out from the jar she kept it in, she grabbed the last remaining pieces

of coal to warm up something for her two young boys to eat, and hopefully add a little

heat to the home itself.

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