Here's my story of the first time I saw the Mary Kelly pictures.
I was in a small town in Central Ontario where my dad's family is from.
I was staying at my aunt and uncles house, on an island. Isolated island. Just me staying there overnight. It had just been built, so there wasn't really any furnishings etc, but the power was hooked up.
On the way there, I'd stopped off at a junk store..and scored a copy of a Jack the Ripper book.
Cool...
so- it's getting dark, night is falling,I'm in my jammies, decide to read my book before bed. Yeah- I shoulda seen it coming...
Started reading, turned the page, saw the picture went- OMG! ( I'd never seen anything like that before and it was pretty shocking) ...there was a crack of thunder, lightning flashed, the power went out, and I'm left in a place I'd never been before, with no idea if there was candle or a flashlight around. And this is really isolated- no ambient light from the surrounding community..it's can't see your hand in front of your face time.
FREAKED ME OUT!
Wah!
Now I can't sleep- now I'm convinced that Jack is coming for me RIGHT NOW.
Y'know- it's amazing, a little vaseline in a baby food jar, with a match as a wick really really throws a comforting light.
I'd like to tell you that I fell asleep and all was well- but no, I fell asleep at dawn. freaking out at every tiny sound.
Big Bad Death Hag, eh???