A Secret

I am trying to write a story about a woman being the famous "Jack the Ripper.

“The bells are ringing throughout the night. The scream of a woman fills the air. Jack the Ripper has struck again! This murderer has managed to get his fourth kill in this year. He wears black so that he hides in the shadows and awaiting his next prey.” 

“Hush now William! The children are coming, put that paper away,” whispered a stern Elizabeth. 

William raised his brow at his wife, peering over the newspaper. He grumbled as he folded the paper. The pitter-patter of little feet came running down the hall. A little girl, Anna no more the age of six jumped into her father arms. Her hair a beautiful copper color down in curls swung by her shoulders. William picked up his daughter and sat her on his lap. A boy came through the door, his little grey suit buttoned up, looking like a small gentleman. 

“Henry come now, time for supper,” Elizabeth patted on the chair next to her. 

“Please mother, I can seat myself. I am ten after-all.” Henry pouted. Elizabeth looked at her husband. William stared back at her, grinning. 

When supper was over, the children went to gather their belongings for school. Elizabeth looked at William who began to read the newspaper again. She excused herself from the table and as she walked by she felt a sharp pain on her wrist. 

William grabbed her arm, “You must stop treating my son as a baby.” Elizabeth was sick of this. Her husband has constantly bantered her son into becoming a young man although he is still a child. She pulled her arm away. She walked away leaving William yelling at her from the dining room. 

Elizabeth gathered her children for school and walked out the door. The day was a warm one. The people watched each other with caution. The police were at every corner, keeping guard. Elizabeth waved off her children as they went to school and made her way down to the Market. The Market was a store that supplied clothing, to food, to materials for trading. 

“Elizabeth, darling!” 

Elizabeth spun around. A woman a bit younger then herself waved to her from under her pale pink parasol. Her white lace gloves outlined her small fingers. Elizabeth was annoyed by this young girl. Her name was Alice. Her blond hair was swept up to the top of her head, and her front hair is frizzled over the forehead. She was the gossip queen of East London. She was also known to flirt with every gentleman married or not.

“Alice, how pleasant to see you,” Elizabeth said with a frustrated look. Thankfully Alice didn't notice. Elizabeth started to talk about the murders from the famous Jack the Ripper. How does he always escape capture? Why women? Then she moved onto her stupid Alice questions.  I wonder what he is like. Who is he? I wonder... Elizabeth eventually lost her in the crowd, then made her way home. 

The rain began to pour, that night. The thunder so loud, all the sounds were drowned out from the pierced sounds it made.

Alice was walking home, she got so caught up at the Market that she didn’t notice that the sun began to go down. Her parasol was drenched with rain as she walked. Alice heard footsteps behind her in the water, so she began to walk a little faster. The sound of someone behind her got closer. As she turned around to scream, a hand covered her mouth, “Shhh.” Alice felt paralyzed with fear when she knew that this was the face, the last face she’d ever see. 

 In the dark staring down at the body, stood a woman with a knife in her hand. 

Author's Note

This is a story I am trying to write but I find it super dry and very boring. I am trying to write a story about a woman being the famous "Jack the Ripper." Please give me advice on how to make this better. (Any suggestions for titles will be great too)