I need to be set free. Those kids should play with me, otherwise they're next. If that old gypsy witch didn't put a curse on my spirit, then I wouldn't have been stuck in this box for 32 years. Since those kids are relatives of that Gypsy. I will be free once all of those brats are dead. That's how I need to be free. The oldest wasn't killed in the Great War, but when he was injured I killed him in the house. I caused the youngest to go to the madhouse because if he set the house on fire, I would not live on. He will eventually die in the madhouse. The two girls on the other hand will eventually have to empty out the house and that's how they will be next. The old Gypsy put me in here because I am a mass murderer. I killed her husband and son, I killed the butcher, I killed many others and that's why Jack the Ripper's spirit lives on even though I maybe a figment of your imagination. I told each child, that if they never see me again within two years, I will kill them.
This is an original creation by me that is part of my creative writing work from over the last few months, hope that you enjoyed it and I will post some more on soon! It's a monologue based on the poem "Don't Ask Jack"
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