The Ripper.

The snow crunched under my boots, leaving a steady trail from my friend's home. My breath looked like a steam train; racing down the tracks faster than it should be. I passed alleyway after alleyway, looking down each one. My mother had always called me 'paranoid'. I always chuckled and brushed it off; though, it was the truth. I should have been used to passing these, seeing as how they were the same day in and day out.
I passed a small store, still letting the TVs in the window play. The news was about a girl who was recently killed.
"The mysterious cases go on and on. The one said to have done these things has finally been given a name, 'Jack The Ripper.'"