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

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.

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.

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

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.

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)

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.

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

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

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

I thanked Officer Tony who was courteous and reacted enthusiastically throughout our conversation which made me feel comfortable since prior to meeting the officer I was nervous. Unfortunately, those times he suggested did not work with my schedule and had to find a different service provider. That same day I went to the Vista Sheriff’s Department. I asked to see if there was a person to interview for my class and was told to wait. The wait was taking an hour and I was beginning to feel that I should leave and search for someone else, but that’s when Henry Tirado, Crime Prevention Specialist, greeted me and stepped outside to talk. When meeting him I felt nervous and he asked to look at the assignment information sheet. After reviewing the form he then asked what were my interview questions. I was shocked because I did not think we would conduct the interview that day, plus I did not have my questions ready. We then scheduled another day to meet, but I left with the impression that he had a serious demeanor and reacted as if he wanted to get the assignment done with as soon as

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

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

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.

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.