When I was a kid, my Dad would tell me a chilling story about a character called Spring Heeled Jack, who was pruported to have leapt across Victorian rooftops, stealing children from their bedrooms after he had no doubt done unspeakable things to their Mothers. I couldn't tell you if it was an urban myth or not, indeed Jack was no figment of my
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I was tempted to pop his name into the search engines, but I didn't want to let it to colour my perception. I daresay my Dad embellished a lot of his tale but I didn't know about the blue fire or iron grip-thats cool.
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Then my brain travels down Vidocq road though, and I want the power to write magnificent stories.
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