by Alison Fish
Chapter 14
Upon entering New London I found myself a room at the City Hotel and immediately began searching the streets and alleys for more sad wretches like the poor soul I found dead in the cellar of the decrepit farmhouse at the edge of town. I've now come to the realization that God's call was not only for me to help these suffering men redeem themselves in the eyes of God and lead them to a sober life of righteousness and atonement, but to hunt out and destroy the evil that is preying upon and killing these defenseless men.
Many deaths have occurred in this city, which the authorities have deemed to be either accidental or attacks by diseased animals or a mysterious illness. After seeing some of the corpses with my own eyes I deem the causes of death as evil. There's something evil in this city killing innocent men. Just as Eve tricked and seduced Adam into partaking of the forbidden fruit and causing mans' ejection from the Garden of Eden, there's something evil preying on the poor desperate men of this city. The authorities may not feel the need to deeply investigate the causes of death of these low men, but I do and I will. No matter what cause of death the authorities claim on their reports, all of the victims' corpses I have viewed have the same identical puncture wounds on their necks as the body I encountered on the day I entered this city.
I did not understand the purpose of these marks until I saw the man who the authorities claimed to have expired from a gunshot to the stomach. There were witnesses who swore they had seen the man being shot and pointed out the murderer in court. The authorities didn't look any deeper into the case as they believed the word of several witnesses sufficed; therefore, they impatiently sent me away when I demanded to know where the blood from such a severe wound had flowed. One would expect to find such a gunshot victim to be lying in a puddle of his own blood, yet this man did not. Where is all the blood that he must have lost? That's when I realized that the neck wounds were inflicted for the purpose of draining the blood from these victims. Even the man hit by the train near the biscuit factory was nearly bloodless. When I heard the train suddenly stop and the excited voices of the gathering crowd, I rushed from my duties in the filthy neighborhood they call Bradley Street, and saw what was left of the corpse being collected and found very little blood at the scene. I do not know why a monster of Satan would need to kill for blood, but I will find out.