Christine sighed, "There is this one," she scrolled the page up to one of the first poems. "This is a poem she wrote when she was 6,
I saw a big pig,
Who wore a wig,
And did a very funny jig.
After that he got a twig
And hit another little pig!
Not much to go on, considering how kids that age write. Let me see what else I can find. She opened Google.com and typed in Sophia Taylor + handwritten poetry. She looked at the image results. One entitled You Know My Name caught her eye, she opened it and read it aloud first.
"I am of people like Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, and the like
But they were careless and dumb enough to get caught, but no not me
They were messy and didn't pick the right time to strike
I was trained in anatomy so my murders were very precise, see.
I was never messy or uncertain in what I did
The others were stupid because they got caught
I watch all this from my perch in hell, because this is where I was destined to go because of what I did
Ladies of the night were my prey, women no one would miss and for any price they could be bought.
I feel most of the others murdered on a whim,and not carefully thought out
I was very sure in what I did, the police they just made me laugh
My victims never suspected me because they didn't know what I was all about
If I could have taught the others, I would have taught them well and made them part of my staff.
I kept a few souvenirs as a reminder of what I had done
They were to remind me of my acts, as I congratulated myself of my precise work
I only took five lives but boy did I have fun
So ladies of White Chapel, beware of the darkness where I would lurk.
If I were still alive I would have shown the others a thing or two
My name remains immortal showing I was the master, everyone knows or has heard my name
To be precise, not to get caught, me making mistakes they were very few
You know my name, Jack the Ripper, one in the same." She looked up at Chris, "I think we're dealing with a insane person here, who the hell writes something like that for a school project? This one's in all capital letters, so it won't be good for comparison for the other letters."
Two more caught her eye, something about them telling her to click on them, the first one was the strangest poems she'd ever read,
"These voices in my head just wont go away.
Everytime I ask them to leave ,they stay.
I dont know how much more I can take,
I wish they would materialize to be pierced with a stake.
Having these voices isn't very mundane,
but my mind will forever be their domain."
"Could it be she has a case of multiple personalities?" She asked. Then she clicked on the other.
"I quickly tire of hearing you scream,
as i glare at you my eyes beam
soon you do not know but will be dead
and will regret every word you said
as i stab you ,the knife i twist
i will feel the death i have long missed
deep down you know that you deserved it
and i am the one who has reserved it
this gift i give you, i hand you with pleasure
and this memory i will forever treasure."
"These two will be perfect for c comparing," she printed saved the two of them onto the computer and then went and blew them up. She scanned the letter from the body onto the computer and blew it up as well. She isolated a few of the letters and printed them on a some transparent paper. She slowly studied the letters, two uppercase G's.
"They match," she said looking up at Chris. "I'm going to try one more thing." She clicked back onto the internet and went to myspace.com and typed in Sophia Taylor. A page popped up. She looked at some of the pictures and printed one out, "This says it's her, she's not quite what I expected her to look like." She looked at the short brown hair girl wearing a cheerleader costume. "Maybe it is some type of multiple personalities case," she looked close to her right wrist, "Geez, she's got a tattoo of Charlie Manson." She clicked through a couple more pictures, "Oh god, tell me that's not a real body?" She looked at the blonde, in a cheerleading costume, throat slashed and body covered in what appeared in knife wounds. She looked up to Chris, "Is this the vic?" Then she looked at her calender, "We've got to move fast, says here," the screen read zzyil eisd xnet! She tried to comprehend it, "What is it Lizzy dies next, it's marked for the day after tomorrow. You might want to get an officer to place her in police custody. Tell them to track Sophia down too."
