The Clock Tower Hillshire Pt 1

Clock Tower Hillshire,
rang the bell telling of midnights yell.
A murderous element,
tore the innocent lassie of her full sea,
now passing.

Dead at no bells end,
watchman's encounter, springs about inspectors,
with "What's a matter?"

Inspectors on the scene searching by the ravine,
to see, if killer left mistaken clues to answer the who.
A trail of blood from towers top to puddles of mud,
shelters the prints of a psycho's hunt.

All evidence washes away due to torrential rains,
except a paper at the scene.
"Crazy Jack is back!,
set the stage, feel my rage, and let the games begin."

Back to the 1800's, of stagecoaches, foggy roadways,
a tall dark figure intent on preying upon the London countesses.
Night sets in and the prey is under way,
as the fog layers in, a gal of the nearby inn struts along looking
for someone to flaunt.

A black horse and dark coach paralyze the road, in a mere three minutes, the doorway opens and an Elder Hunchback call upon the host.
The hostess or countess as it may,
responds in ease, and ventures the doorway,
unaware of the horrors she's entered.

With a simple turn down an ally,
a scream proclaims the walls and no help comes at all.
Jack strikes again, with a malicious gutting,
He's gone in a flash and inspectors are left stranded with no clues,
just more riddles and dead to mourn.