In May 1817, Mary Ashford walked with her friend Hannah Cox to attend a dance at the Tyburn House, a popular place in the locality of Erdington, England. She danced, laughed, and flirted the night away—but by sunrise, she was found dead.
Constance Kent helped send a celebrated Scotland Yard investigator into early retirement with a cloud of ridicule and mockery hanging over him. However, it seemed that he might have been right all along. This is the confession of Constance Kent.
Florence Maybrick was convicted of murdering her husband, but did she do it because she believed he was Jack the Ripper?
Jane Clouson was tragically murdered at the age of 16 by someone who should have protected her. Instead, she was found bloodied on Kidbrooke Lane, London and died with the name of her murderer on her lips.
Eliza Fenning had the misfortune of being hired as a cook for the Turner family, and 7 weeks into her employment, she got entangled in a complex web of family tension and murder.
Two years ago, I wrote "Secrets in the Poison." It's one of those stories I intended to return to, but a myriad of other stories filled my head. I shoved the manuscript into a drawer and started to work on other manuscripts. "Secrets in the Poison" collected dust. It saw the light again when I... Continue Reading →
Many theories exist about the identity of Jack the Ripper. The most plausible theories name ordinary civilians as possible suspects, such as Joseph Barnett, a fish porter, and George Hutchinson, an unemployed laborer. Other theories are bit more far-fetched in their range of possible subjects, such as Lewis Carroll, the author of Alice’s Adventures in... Continue Reading →
Currently, I am working on a new short story, and I am pulling inspiration from a number of places. I have become inspired by Thornseat Lodge, a hunting lodge in Yorkshire, as the setting for the story. I almost wrote a blog post about the crumbling, Victorian era residence, but I found another source of... Continue Reading →