It was the autumn of 1888, the day had been normal but as night approached ‘a full moon’ was out and the evening seemed very strange. My name can be anything, I sell flesh for 6 pence per night. Tonight I have been to an ally, a place of sad reminiscence of a very morbid history . I am new in White chapel district and that night was a strange night. Smell of cheap ales, dim lights, strange faces made me blink and shiver. I belong to the Victorian era and between August and November 1888 we experienced the worst nightmare of our life. I saw the face of a ripper,the killer whose anguish was against woman like us, prostitutes or just women in general.
That night I picked Ginne palace as I knew I would be picked up by someone. As I approached I saw in every window and doorway women were laughing and joking with their protectors. Their shabby attire, gashes on faces, unwashed gown, their desperation were a revolting sight…I was not comfortable, I have a back ground I am educated, this is not my life. I sat upon the bridge to watch the women of the neighbourhood flock past, as they do every night between the hours of eight and nine, on their way to the East end , where they ply their trade all through the night and return home in the morning some of them shattered and battered. I was wearing my black lace dress, I could see men around me, one of them came closer I had to walk away. I haven’t had food for two days, I was weak, I needed the money hence decided to walk back.
I walked Inside the ginne-palace and was dazzled by the light of a thousand gas lamps. Upstairs there is a spacious salon divided down the middle. Towards midnight the regular clients began to arrive..that’s when I met Marie Ann, she was beautiful, with flawless skin. I saw a 25 year old brunette With a pair of blue eyes. She had a happy face and had a French accent. She smiled at me, we both spoke silently. She came closer ” comment allez-vous missy” I smiled back nodding my head. We spoke, I suddenly felt I was being protected, Marie Anne was stronger and was well acquainted with the place. After a while I realised we were a bit odd for the place, we were not in our best attire, no one approached us. We stepped out.
There were few murders in last few month but October past with no further murder and this was early November, everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief deeming everything was back to normal. In the early hour of the night we walked on commercial junction, Marie met a young lad and asked for 6 pence, the lad had no money to offer. Observing that we had to find the money in some other way Marie decided to move ahead while I stayed back. It’s then I saw a man coming from the opposite direction tapping on Marie’s shoulder, she turned and spoke to him taking him by her arm. She turned around winked at me and walked past commercial junction. I waited for a while and was picked up a a young lad, who dropped me back around 3 am. I decided to spend the rest of the night with Marie as by this time she would have been on her own. While entering millers House I saw death approaching me. Behold, I am a pale horse, death sat upon me and hell followed him, he walk past and I shivered. I heard some one whispering into my ears ” Aidez moi silvous plait”
I saw her body lying in the middle, axis inclined towards left side, the head was turned on the left cheek. The face was gashed, nose, cheek eyelid, eye brows partly removed. The skin and tissues of the abdomen from the arch cut opened and fragmented. O Marie Anne I would sing a song for you ” lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood, they bring back to memory the happy days of yore, gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted, no light in the windows, no welcome at the door. Here’s where the children played, games on the heather, here’s where they sailed their wee boats on the bum..lonely the house now and lonely the Moreland..tis time I passed on.
I saw my grave yesterday, yes there I lie with a broken heart, relentlessly crying for last 400 years, why couldn’t I escape death.