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The Ten Bells is a historic pub located at the corner of Commercial Street and Fournier Street in London. It’s most likely most notable for its association with infamous serial killer, Jack the Ripper. Two victims of this elusive killer, Annie Chapman and Mary Jane Kelly, were frequent guests of the pub. The two sex-workers would often pick up clients outside the Ten Bells.

On the evening of 7 September, 1888, Annie finished off her drink and walked out into the chilly winter air. Little did she know, she would be Jack the Ripper’s next victim. The following morning, her bloody and mutilated body was discovered on Haybury Street.

It’s no surprise that there is a plethora of paranormal activity reported from the Ten Bells. Staff and guests alike have recalled seeing an elderly man clad in Victorian-era clothing loitering around the pub before disappearing, seemingly into thin air. Ohers have reported that when the clock strikes midnight on 31 December, a shadowy figure can be seen jumping from Westminster Bridge. This shadowy figure is said to be Jack the Ripper himself.

Jack The Ripper

I’ve seen a lot of people upset about Time After Time making Jack the Ripper attractive, for giving him a love interest, and for “humanizing” him. 

But here’s the thing: Jack the Ripper WAS human. 

Don’t get me wrong, he was an evil, messed up human being who did horrible things, but he was still human.

He probably had a favorite color, and a favorite song. He probably had a childhood best friend, a favorite outfit, a sense of humor, and yes, the occasional date. 

We love to distance ourselves from evil people throughout history, to say that they were just monsters, nothing like us.

The problem with that is, it’s very easy for us to start thinking we’re incapable of evil.

And that’s the first step down a very dark road.

Evil isn’t always ugly, especially not on the surface. It isn’t always sitting behind a desk, stroking a cat, chuckling like a horror movie villain.

Sometimes, it’s a handsome man with charming words and a hidden knife.

Sometimes-often-evil is attractive. That’s what makes it so dangerous.

By humanizing villains, shows like Time After Time make a terrifying point: No one is beyond redemption, but there are people in this world who make a different choice anyway.

And it isn’t always the creepy old man the knight in shining armor rescues you from.

Sometimes, it’s the one who makes you laugh the hardest, smile the widest, and feel the safest.

America’s involvement in World War I began with the sinking of the British civilian cruise ship Lusitania by a German torpedo in 1915. The German government had warned Britain to suspend tourism during the hostilities, because German ships weren’t going to discriminate between civilian and military vessels when they got trigger-happy. Nevertheless, the Lusitania embarked from New York to Britain on May 1, under the captain’s naive impression that the Germans wouldn’t really blow up a cruise ship full of innocent tourists. Over a thousand people died when Germany called that particular bluff.

As with Pearl Harbor, 9/11, and basically any tragedy ever, there are conspiracy theories that say the American government allowed the attack to go ahead because they wanted an excuse to enter the war and start whooping German ass. But when it comes to the Lusitania, that idea is a little more plausible.

For one thing, the official story at the time was that two torpedoes launched by a German submarine sank the ship, but it’s since been proven that only one torpedo was launched. The cause of the well-documented second explosion remains a mystery, which is like Viagra for the kinds of people who Google jet fuel temperatures on their lunch break.

5 Insane Historical Theories That Actually Make Sense

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Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerri Maniscalco

“I worry about you seeing all that blood. Can’t be good for your fragile womanly temperament.”

“Oh? Where in a medical dictionary does it say a woman cannot handle such things? What is a man’s soul made of that a woman’s is not?” I teased. “I had no idea my innards were composed of cotton and kittens, while yours were filled with steel and steam-driven parts.”