October 31st

It is currently october the 22nd, 1888. Benedict Park, Age 23, born in Birmingham, but permanently moved to London, is sitting at his desk, in his university dorm. Benedict began to write on a sheet of paper.

The letter he is writing says:

Dear inspector,

I am writing to you from the University of London. I would like for you to possibly send me the letter ‘from hell’. I would enjoy using my time and studies to analyse this letter. Ever since you mentioned it, which was 6 days ago, I have been more than intrigued. Please take my question into consideration, 

Yours sincerely,                   B. Park

Benedict stood up from his desk and began making his way to the exit. As he got to the exit, The office man called him. “Yeah?” asked Benedict. “To let you know, for your case, There has been recent news of A murderer-” Mentioned the Office man, “Yeah Jack the ripper” Continued Benedict… “ No. His name is 

‘ Bully the butcher’” replied The man. “Right. Contact me via post when you find out more.” sighed Benedict, walking out of the university. He posted the letter into the post box and made his way towards the pub, only to see two of his classmates, Kai and… some girl that sits next to Kai… anyway Benedict saw them kissing down the back alley near the pub. Benedict walked into the pub and ordered a pint of beer. He sat down and began to look at the food menu sheet. “Help! HELP!” screamed a man running into the pub, “The killer is out there!” he yelled again. Benedict took cover and peered outside the window, to see A Tall, muscly man, wearing a butcher's apron and a pig mask. He was carrying a machete, dripping with blood. “Oh shit-” muttered Benedict, holding his breath. The murderer turned his head, facing towards the pub. “Soon will be the 31st… That will be my big day… Watch out!” said bully the butcher, with a low distorted voice. He limped away, disappearing behind the buildings. Benedict ran back to his university, barging through the main doors. “HALLOWEEN IS HIS BIG DAY” Screamed Benedict running up to his dorm… He entered his dorm, and noticed a letter, with blood splats on it, standing up on his desk. Benedict grabbed the letter, and in blood, it read:

Benedict. 

You Little Nosy prick. You will learn your lesson…

Stop trying to get involved with us murderers, and live a normal life. But I have already decided. You should have been cautious. I’ll see you on the 31st.

Yours Truly       ~Bully.

Benedict ripped up the letter and threw it in the bin. He began to shake uncontrollably. Benedict slowly laid on his bed, throwing the covers over himself. ‘ Knock knock ‘, “What” groaned Benedict. “Chief inspector, Abberline.” replied a voice from behind Benedict’s door. Benedict jumped out of bed, swung on his suit, fixed his tie and opened the door. “Good day” greeted Benedict, holding the door open for Frederick Abberline. “I got your letter…” mentioned Abberline, walking into Benedict’s dorm. “Yes… About that.. There's another Killer on the loose.” sighed benedict. “Fuck. Who is it?” Asked Abberline. 

“Bully the butcher. And he wants to see me on halloween. He killed a woman outside the pub, around the corner, earlier today.” Explained Benedict. 

“Right. Well on that day, you’re not going anywhere.” grunted Abberline, writing in his journal. “WHAT NO! I can handle him!” complained Benedict. “Haha. you’re funny. There’s no chance you can handle him” laughed Frederick Abberline. “Shut up, you twat.” Muttered Benedict. Abberline stood up, and walked out of Benedict’s dorm. “Fine. do it yourself.” Said Abberline, “Just know you ain’t got a chance.”. “WhatEVER” yelled Benedict, as Abberline walked off.