The Ghastly Murders on Whitechapel Street

The Ghastly Murders on Whitechapel Street
Transported from modern London to the Victorian era, Theophelia finds herself entangled with the charming yet sinister Alastor Ides. As a terrifying murderer known as the Whitechapel Ripper stalks the city, Theophelia races against time to understand her predicament and escape. But what if the past holds a dark secret, and the true horror isn't the Ripper, but the man who claims to be her savior?

The chill of March 1864 bit through Theophelia's modern clothes as she sat on a bench in Wellington, London. Her phone, a useless brick, lay in her bag. Just moments ago, she was admiring the city's history, wishing for a glimpse into the past. Now, she was living it.

A tall, sharply dressed man, Alastor Ides, interrupted her musings, his Victorian manners jarringly formal. As he spoke, the quiet streets transformed, horse-drawn carriages filling the air with the clatter of hooves, maidens with parasols strolling by. The reality of her displacement hit her with dizzying force.

She found herself being whisked away by Alastor, his intentions unclear, to a grand house in Spitalfields. The opulence of his home was a stark contrast to her growing unease. She longed for the familiar comfort of her own time, for her dog, Chesnutt.