The Whispers I Get At Night Short Story Series by "Artemis"LykaiosNightshade (ebook reader with internet browser TXT) 📕

The Whispers I Get At Night

I walk down the cobblestones of London in the evening; rumors of a killer called Jack the Ripper haunts this very city of White Chapel. But I am not worried about the new, myserious killer on the loose no, I am worried about these whispers I keep hearing every night when I go home at night.

"Dead,dead,dead you soon will be. Ripped apart by my hands of steel. Silent you shall be when death comes after you." The whipers inside my head tell me, making me afraid to ever sleep at night. Like a little child who needs a candle to scare away the monsters who might take them away.

I am but a thirty-four year old doctor named Ian. I shouldn't be afraid of these death-threat whispers, I shouldn't need a chandle at night, and I should be able to sleep peacfully at night. Unfortunally those will never happen. The more I try and sleep, the more death-threat whispers I get, telling me that death is on its way.

***

"Ok madam, I need you to take a deep breathe. In and out, in and out." I soothed her, trying not to scare her for she's about to give birth for the very first time. Her husband held her hand as she pushes her body towards me and takes deep breathes like I showed her.

She was sweating along with her husband and I too was sweating from both hard work and the fear of the whsipers at night. I know this isn;t a good thing to think about when with a paitent, for they will ask "what's the matter?" and I'll have to explain truthfully. That, what I would have to tell them, would scare them frightfully.

"When is it coming out?!" Her husband asked frantically worried as he squeezes his wife's hand tighter, telling her that he isn't going anywhere until this was over.

I smiled a huge smile and told them that its done and they have a daughter, a beautiful, healthy daughter.

I washed the little baby, wrapped her in a clean cloth and held her out to for her mother to hold and love.

They named her... Evangeline.

***

Why couldn't night-time come... never? I am dreading the night more and more. The sun is setting and I am not home yet.

The cool breeze chilling my spine as I walk down the poverty part of London. All the people begging me for money, food, clothing. Being generous, I give them those things they beg and require.

I made it to my home, my wife and children are asleep and I have to work still. Sitting on my chair in front of my desk, I take out my quill pen and began to work on the papers my client sent me a few days ago.

Before I knew it and this has happened before, the candles blew out, the breeze then became a strong wind, blowing the papers away, the whispers become a screeching sound of a woman cursing you! Oh dear lord above help me!!!

Then it stopped. Silence comes and reigns over, everything is still, absoutaly still.

I went over to pick up the papers when... I see a shadow, of a man.

I became numbed, paralyzed with fear, afraid to turn around to see who it was, what the whispers I get at night were coming from.

"Your time is here, death is here. Blood shall spill from your very veins, ripped apart I said you were going to be. Here is your time, the dead awaits you." The whisper said amking me shake with terror.

***

Still looking down from the shadows, I see the silhouette raise a knife above and upon me, ready to strike any moment, thus ending my life here forever.

I closed my eyes tight for a second then opened them. Getting up in a flash and twisting my body around, I was then, face to face with none other than the White Chapel murderer, Jack the Ripper.

"You're...You're the White Chapel murderer. Jack the Ripper!" I said, pointing a shaking finger towards him.

"And many more." He smiled a cruel evil smile as he lashes down his weapon of terror, trying to kill me as he once try and do before.

I dogded, I ran, I cried out for my wife and chidlren to run while I, try and lure Jack the Ripper towards the night-shift police.

I hear my wife and children scream in terror as the neighborhood friends come about and comfort them while thier brothers, husbands, fathers, uncles, and male cousins all went out to help me and capture Jack the Ripper.

***

I am trapped, there is no way out. A wall blocked my way and Jack is now right behind me. His killer smile making my knees shake, my heart pound, and my breathe nearly impossible to control. I feel as if I am about to faint right here and now.

I had no weapons to protect me, even if I did, this man, killer is an expert when it comes to knifes and swords I believe. Closing my eyes and breathing my last, I wait for death to take me away.

I hear the foot-steps of the killer, Jack the Ripper, his chuckling becoming a menicing laughter as he raises the knife, preparing to be lashed down upon my flesh.

"Say good-bye life and hello death." Jack said as I repeated the words in a whisper and I also whispered, "Take care my lovely wife and children, protect one another as I did to you.

The knife lashed down again and again. I fell to the hard ground and wait until I breathed my last.

***

My name is Ian. I'm a thirty-four year old doctor, with a wife named Clarissa, and two children named: David and Marie. I am now dead, killed by the White Chapel murderer, Jack the Ripper.


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The Whispers I Get At Night 2: The Revenge

My name is David, I am a fourteen year old, my mother is named Clarissa and my little sister is named Marie. I am off, off to the murder spree of Jack the Ripper.

I do not care so much about the others who were murdered by him, no; the only person who matters most in my life is my father, Ian.

My father, Ian, was a thirty-four year old doctor, the best man any boy could ever have as a father, friend, and teacher. The killer, Jack the Ripper killed him. I will not just sit here at home in fear and let Jack get away with everything.

“Davy, where are you going?” Marie, my sister asked glancing at my nearly packed bag.

Not answering her question, I head out the door, determined to bring Jack the Ripper to justice. I don’t care who much pain, emotionally or physically I will bear this very time, he will be brought down to justice.

For my father and all those who were murdered by the White Chapel Murderer.

***

My friend, Charles McCalvin, raced towards me and asked where I was heading to.

"I'm going to find Jack." I said not stopping to tell more but kept going down the cobble streets.

"Jack? Jack Morrison or...Jack the Ripper?" Charles asked in a low, nervous tone. I nodded my head for the second Jack. Charles was taken aback and shook his head and asked if I was becoming mad.

I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I want justice to be brought, people are becoming to scared to walk out at night even sleep. I want to bring Jack down for all he has done." I explained makign a turn towards an alley.

I thought Charles would run off and mind his own business but he kept walking with me.

"I am coming too. You might need help in case." He said with a broad smile. I nodded my head a thanks and we both head off to find The Ripper.

***

"Extras! Extras! The White Chape Murder has struck again! A woman of high society has been murdered last night at midnight!" A young news-girl shouted out for the people to hear around.

At first I didn;t recongize the girl then I did as I came in closer, it was Lucy, another one of my friends.

I admit day by day, night by night she has become more and more beautiful.

"Charles! David!" Lucy shouted out when she spotted us then ran towards us hugging us to death.

Smiling, we hugged back then withdrew to give each other space.

"So what are you guys doing out here?" Lucy asked. Charles explained that we were looking for The Ripper, Lucy gasped then lowered her voice.

"Are you mad?! He'll kill you and....rip you apart." Lucy whispered, trying not to form an audience.

"We know, that's why I brought a few weapons to protect us." I said showing, secretly, the weapons to Lucy who shook her head skeptically.

We said out good-byes and departed. I look back to see Lucy's beautiful figure before I was rudely nudged by Charles' elbow.

"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Lucy cried out, running towards us.

I look over at my friend who shook his head frantically.

"Don't bother telling me I shouldn't come along. This, I say is also an adventure and besides, I know where he last struck." Lucy stated, leading us to where Jack last struck.

***

When we finally arrived at a mansion, we hide behind a bush, crouched down as far as we can go.

"There, he murdered her there." Lucy whispered pointing towards the mansion's stables.

I crawled out of the bush, keeping low, I headed towards the stable the rest of my friends followed.

We were careful not to be seen or heard. Two huge dogs almost caught us off guard but luckily, I was an expert with dogs of all kinds.

When we arrived, I slowly, quietly opened the stables to let the others in before going in myself.

"Now what?" Lucy asked, standing up and looking around.

"Well, we look for clues." I said quietly.

We searched and searched all over but there was nothing. "I could have sworn he attacked her here. I've seen it." Lucy said placing her hands on her hips.

"Well this is the stables, the horses could have covered it." Charles said giving me an idea.

I got on my knees and began moving the hay quicky, the others joined in until we found evidence, a letter.

"Dear my love, I know what I have done is wrong. I know that I would be hung for what I did, know that I will always love you forever. You're truly, Julianna." I read out loud to my friends.

***

Walking outside at night, I read and re-read the letter over and over again.

"Who is Julianna?" I wondered out loud.

"Julianna was my lover." A man said making us jump with fear.

Not turning around, I noticed by the light of the lightpost a shadow of a man with a knife.

'Jack.' I thought now terrified. Turning around slowly wiht my head down on the ground, I then look up slowly