Essay on Dagenham Ripper

On Wednesday 16th November 2016 at 09:30am, I was interviewed in Lorraine Bolton’s office (Head BMS), for a Band 2 MLA position in Microbiology department at Royal Preston Hospital. The panel members included Dawn Dixon (Senior Band 8 Team Leader), and Caroline Stubbs (Senior Band 7 BMS). This was my 4th interview for a Band 2 MLA position within the Microbiology department at Royal Preston Hospital. I was initially invited to attend the interview on Friday 11th November, but I was on annual leave on holiday abroad from Thursday 3rd November and was due to return on Sunday 13th November. Before I went on holiday, on Wednesday 2nd November I enquired about the interview date with Joan Bibby (Vacancy Administrator) who mentioned that she is

Chapman may have served as many as 10 men that night. Even if it was

In August 1888, the Whitechapel neighborhood of London first became aware of a monster in its midst. Whitechapel is known to have been home to the most severely unfortunate of souls, the poorest of the poor, prostitutes, the mentally ill, and alcoholics. Prostitutes turned tricks to earn their doss money (money required for a night’s lodging), often, only to spend it on drink instead. Most Whitechapel residents were physically unwell, either from poor nutrition, lack of medical care, filthy living conditions, sexually transmitted diseases, or any number of other factors, that in such conditions, contributed to an unhealthy community. Jack the Ripper, as he is still known today, preyed on these ill fated misfortunates as they went about

The street was paved with large concrete tiles, laid in a peculiar fashion, with some etched with cracks over the surface. The street lights dimly illuminate my path as my eyes struggle to adjust to the dark and as I walk, I feel a presence behind me. I began to walk faster, and then the presence felt closer so I ran, faster and faster turning every corner I see. I’m not making the right decisions, I’m panicking, I can’t calm down. I can hear their footsteps chasing after me, their chunky clothing hitting their body, blood rushing through their angry emotions. I’m scared, someone please come and save me.

As I stepped outside, the cold suddenly rushed to me, wrapping me inside of it. The leaves rustled by on the garden path. My first thought was to go back inside, but I decided to be that wonderful father, and make sure that everything is ok. So I kept walking forward, being careful not to trip on the dark, bumpy dirt path. Then I heard the noise again, a faint vooing, like voo voo voo getting louder and softer. I followed the sound, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. I listened really hard, but i couldn’t hear anything anymore. My conscious said to just go back, but my body took another step forward, for what reason, I have no idea. Then my body felt like it was being stretched apart and all i could hear was VOO VOO

On 30th December 2015 I was on duty. I reported to the reception at 07.45 using a code at the device from the entrance as I am working in a Care Home where the residents suffer from Dementia and due to their condition related with memory loss, they need to be protected so that they can not leave and not be able to remember the way back in accordance with SOVA legislation. I used my fog to clock in and also signed the staff book so that in case of fire the place would need to be evacuated.

The word 'Serial Killer' is not at all aloof to the television world; there had been a innumerable movies and shows on them like American Psycho and Silence of the Lambs. What motivates a serial killer to kill people is unknown but for sure, they were successful in inducing horror in the world. Here is the list of 10 monstrous, blood-thirsty serial killers from Jack the Ripper to the present. 1. Jack the Ripper: Name: Jack the Ripper (true name unknown)

Cream was born in May 1850 in Scotland he was the oldest out of his

Alistair Thomas Hargreaves had been new to the Whitechapel Police Force in 1888, when the infamous Whitechapel murders had begun. He was young, enthusiastic and recently married to beautiful Mary Moorehead. They lived in a small flat near Whitechapel, where she stayed and kept house while he left for work each morning and arrived home each evening. It was the perfect life for a young couple just starting out. All of that would change on August 31st, 1888.

Life was hard for people in London, England during the 1800’s. Many adults, teens and children had to work in horrible condition just to survive. It’s sad to say, but many women turned to prostitution to earn money. Little did they know, this could be the most life threatening decision at this time for Jack the Ripper had come out to play.

Later on that day, I heard shouting and crying down the road a ways. I swung the door open and ran towards the commotion. My mind was running through the files of my brain thinking on what it could be. I finally thought of the worst situation

Chad Eisenback Dr. Holmes Criminal Profiling November 20, 2014 Jack the Ripper Jack the Ripper was responsible for murders of five females in London in 1888. He was never caught. The victims names were, Mary Ann Nichols, Annie Chapman, Elizabeth Stride, Catherine Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly.

When searching for an individual to conduct my interview I wanted to focus my selection towards the law enforcement field because that is the area of research that intrigues me. I first went to the Carlsbad Police Department and asked if there was anyone available to conduct an interview. I had the privilege of speaking with Officer Tony and I informed the officer that the purpose of my research is for my family violence class and if he knew anyone that I could interview in regards to this subject. Officer Tony informed me that it would be difficult to find an officer that would take the time to sit and interview due to work constraints and being on-call throughout the entire day. He suggests that I make an appointment for a ride-along with

Holding as much wood to my arms extent, the splinters were digging into my skin as I tried to make a full trip to my home without dropping any logs. But eventually one of the logs slipped through the cracks, giving up i set my arms free, causing the logs to fall and roll away from me. I pushed back the strands of thick brown hair from my face, I kneeled down to collect the wood when a noise alarmed me, it was screaming, distant screaming. I wasn't sure to run away or let my curiosity get the best of me and run towards the screams. The cries became more clear, they were coming from the direction I was walking toward, my home. I began to run home jumping over the abandoned logs to reach my home. I could see through the trees it

But when I started to run, I slipped on the rocks. I fell hard on the cement, but I was okay. I got up and kept running to the bin. When I was running, my knee felt funny. After that, I heard a high pitched scream from my friend.