“Another woman was found brutally murder on the east side of town late last night.” The news woman on my TV spoke.
I sighed shutting the TV off. If I hear another thing about all the recent murders I’m moving. They’re saying that the murders are similar to that of Jack the ripper. What kind of sick person would want to bring back those horrible murders?
I quickly laced up my shoes and headed for the door. I really didn’t want to leave home with all the recent crap that has been happening. And I sure as hell did not want to have to walk home late at night alone. I would get a ride with one of my co-workers, but they live nowhere near me and I don’t want to be a bother.
I opened the door to my apartment and step out into the hall. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs leading outside. I’m a very paranoid person, and the killings have not been helping. I hope to god that they find this sick bastard and fast.
As I walked to the café about a mile from my apartment, I felt like someone was watching me. It was probably nothing, just my paranoia. I quickly entered the café, thankfully without getting murdered. I stepped behind the counter and put on my apron.
As customers began to enter, I flashed them the most believable fake smile. I keep hearing people chatting with their friends about the recent murders and it’s starting to freak me out more. Anyone in this café could be the murderer or the Jack the Ripper Copycat Killer as they’re calling him.
As that thought crossed my mind a shiver ran down my spine. I could be in the same room as a murderer and not even know it. This is one of my major problems; I constantly worry about things. These murders are probably just of someone who wants to be a copy, which means that he’s only going to kill prostitutes so I definitely don’t have to worry. Plus all of them have been on the other side of town.
My shift ended and I said goodbye to my co-workers. I sighed remembering I would have to be walking home alone in the dark. I stepped out the door and checked my surroundings. There was no one that I could see, but that didn’t mean that there was no on there.
I quickly walked home, breathing heavily as I closed my door. I’m pretty sure I was followed; I just felt that someone was watching me the whole way here. It was probably nothing; I just need to stop worrying. I am going to be fine.
I walked into my bathroom, and started getting ready for bed. As I got ready, I kept thinking about everything that has been happening. Being alone, your thoughts tend to get the best of you, especially at night.
Lying in bed, I tossed and turned. There was no way that I would be getting a good night’s sleep tonight. Eventually at 1:30 in the morning my eyes finally shut for the remainder of the night.
My alarm screeched in my ears, making me jump awake. I groaned, remembering that I actually had a job that I unfortunately need to go to. I walked into my bathroom and did the normal stuff. I walked into the living room and turned on the TV. My kitchen and living room are kind of the same room, separated by a little bar.
I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I sat at the bar, since it had a good view of the TV, and turned it to the news. Being as paranoid as I am, I probably shouldn’t watch all this crap that’s wrong with the world.
“Breaking news, another victim of the Jack the ripper copycat killer was found late last night in the alley on the west side of town. It seems that the ripper has now moved locations. People on the west side of town are cautioned to not go out alone at night.” The newscaster said.
I felt my heart drop. No, this can’t be happening. He’s moved. He’s in my side of town. What if I’m next? I don’t want to die, at least not this way.
I stood up and took some deep breaths. I just need to relax; he’s not going to kill me. He probably has some connection to the people he’s been killing, and I don’t know any of them, but they do kind of look like me. I turned my attention back to the TV, turning it up a little bit.
“The victim was a young girl, name Jamie Smith. She was merely 20 years old,”
I could feel my blood run cold. I felt sick to my stomach. Jamie Smith used to be my best friend in high school. We were like sisters. I felt tears come to my eyes. Why would someone do this to her. She was so young. She didn’t deserve to die. None of these girls deserve to die.
My phone started ringing and I pick it up, “Hello,” I said, my voice shaking a bit.
“Brigh, did you hear about Jamie?” I heard my mother’s voice ask.
“Y-yeah I just heard about it,” I said in almost a state of shock.
“It’s just horrible, what kind of sick monster is doing this?”
“I-I don’t know mum, but I have to go get ready for work,” I said hanging up and walking into the bathroom.
Before I knew it, I felt the bile rise in my throat. I hunched over the toilet, empting my breakfast inside. I sat back on the cool tile wall. I should call into work sick, but I can’t afford to miss work. I slowly got ready. Looking at the clock I realized I was running late.
I ran down the steps of my apartment and almost sprinted to work. When I bolted through the door, the café had already opened. I got a few strange looks from some of the customers, but ignored it. I walked behind the counter, where the closest person I have to a friend was standing.
“Where were you Brigh?” Kate asked.
“I, uh, lost track of time. Sorry, but thanks for covering for me,”
“Yeah, no problem; I heard what happened with Jamie, I know how close you were back in high school.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine though; I’m just scared about his whole Jack the ripper copycat killer thing; especially now that he’s moved closer.”
“I know, but don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” She said reassuringly.
I nodded while jotting down the customer’s orders. The rest of the day I was distracted. I’m sure I messed up at least ten orders, but the customers were just too nice to complain. I felt a hand lay on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Calm down it’s just me,” My boss, Mike, said.
“Oh, sorry, I just got startled,”
“Are you okay, you seem a bit jumpy and skittish?”
“Yeah, it’s just I guess I’m a little paranoid.”
“Why?” He asked.
“My friend was murdered by the Jack the Ripper copycat killer last night, and I really do not know how to deal with this right now.”
“I think you should take the rest of the day off.” Concern laced his voice and showed on his face.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
He nodded and walked back into the back of the café. I took a deep breath before taking down more orders.
As night fell I started getting more and more paranoid. My anxiety was starting to take over. I forgot to take my pills this morning because of all the drama. Which I guess would make me need to take it more.
I walked out the door and started walking quickly. I did the most stupid thing ever; I turned down a dark alley. As I was walking, I heard footsteps. I quickly turned my head to see there was no one there. I shook it off and continued walking. I heard the footsteps again, but before I could turn around someone grabbed my hair and pulled me into their chest, my back against their chest.
No, no, no, this can’t be happening. I felt the cool blade of a knife press against my throat. Before he could do anything, I elbowed him in the gut. He released and I bolted towards my apartment. Thank god we were just around the corner from my apartment.
I ran up the stairs, almost falling, and into my apartment. I fumbled to lock the door and ran to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and searched for my pills. My shaky hands almost failed to get the bottle open. I was having a full blown panic attack.
I was almost just murdered. I escaped the inescapable killer. No one has ever escaped him, or the original Jack the Ripper. But now he’s going to come for me.