people,im a real live psychic and im bound to be it and this is how it started for me."see,it started for me, yelling gleefully,at jack the ripper,to come hither,a ghost he would always be.i wanted him,to come near and see what i was hearing.he looked in the trees and said it must be me,making the noise,for he and the boys,they were sure.me being to-wit,and not above it, for i was a boy at the time,had to remind dear old jack that in fact it wasnt me,it was he,who was still hanging from the trees,the one with all the leaves,making the noise.he said to avoid,and without being annoyed,that no it couldnt be,cause see,i didnt hang, somebody stabbed me.laughing at this report,his retort to my record,i said,for it surely would be,for after me, your the worst in the cemetary,and thusly a grudge god would carry,and certainly do,keep himself true,and hang thee merrily.after looking around,and looking at the ground,he said without much sound,i can be found,just not in town,look in the cemetary,there,in those trees.i said with a smile,that in a short while,my mom would be home,and she would carry on,if i left the home,to go and roam,and look for a ghost,who killed the most folks,and merrily now hung from a tree in the cemetary."this is jack the rippers favorite story i ever wrote concerning him.
