(Don't Fear) The Reaper

Nighttime. Eeriness. It was raining, the cobble stones and road was slick and shining in the lamplight. It was the perfect setting for a "Jack the Ripper" Tour.

We walked through East End, following the Ripper's footsteps and visiting the sites where he murdered his victims. They were all prositutes, and were all gruesomely massacred relatively the same way. I won't go into detail, but you can just look it up if you wanna know specifically. I'll just say, oww and blehhhh.

The one thing on this tour that was somewhat light-hearted was that we saw a barbershop that had an interesting (and very clever) name. To introduce it, here's a joke:

Where does the most cruel and most mysterious serial killer go to get his hair cut?

-Syd.