So when I was about 7, I saw this film about Jack the Ripper and the last victim Mary Kelly really grabbed my attention (probably because of her last name being the same as mine). I was actually scared to write about this because it freaks me out but I guess it cant hurt (maybe my pride though if I come off as nuts). Anyway, for some reason Mary Kelly stuck in my head and a couple of years a go I researched her in depth. Its weird because all the details about her match me, we have the same appearance, same last name, we're both irish born and have a bit of welsh going on, she lived in London like me, she liked to sing and also had alcohol problems ( yes im a 16 year old with a drinking problem). Ive had quite a few victorian dreams involving street lamps for some reason but the only thing is, the dream about paris seems to clash with the possiblity of me being her unless I got the time period wrong (wich is possible). So, thinking about her randomly yesterday, I re-watched this Jack the Ripper film and did more research. Unfortuantely it must have got to my head because for only the second time in my life, I had sleep paralysis this morning and dreamt of being slashed in the throat twice with a sythe (however its spelt) by this grim reaper looking figure when I tried to sit up wich made me gasp like I was suffocating. Weirdly though, I wasnt that scared because I knew it wasnt real and I felt so happy and alive afterwards like I got an adrenaline rush out of it (felt like going sky diving haha). However, despite the dream/sleep paralysis and the fact that I have a phobia of things touching my neck (and wrists though) I have this feeling that Mary Kelly wasnt even the person killed and that it was one of the other prostitutes that she used to let live with her, she found the body and took her chance to move back to Ireland (theres loads of evidence for this) or at least I hope it wasnt her because I feel emotionally attached to her. I, like she did, also have deep desire to move to Ireland because, I dont know, it just seems like my way to happiness and freedom ( I have a major thing for big irish guys too haha). Btw Im also pretty sure Jack the Ripper was actually that poet guy ( I keep forgetting his name) that lived near Mary, I might add a link to the profile for him later. Sorry about my grammar and spelling, im sort of falling asleep , thanks for reading!