Speaking of ghosts, people claim the pub is a paranormal hotspot. They say the spirit of a flower seller, possibly one of the Ripper’s victims, still wanders in. She’s looking for a customer who never paid. Or maybe she’s just looking for a warm spot to stand.
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There’s a famous photo from the 1920s. It shows a woman at the bar who seems transparent. A hoax? Probably. But it’s a great story to tell over a pint of bitter.
Jack himself? Some say he was a regular. A doctor, a butcher, a royal? Nobody knows. But the pub’s proximity to Mitre Square and Dutfield’s Yard makes you wonder. Was he drinking right next to you? Yikes.
Should You Go?
If you’re a history nerd or a true-crime junkie? Absolutely. Skip the jack-the-ripper walking tour dinner package (overpriced rubber chicken) and just go straight to the Ten Bells. Order a pint of stout. Look at the ceiling tiles. They’re original.
Listen to the chatter. Notice how the light filters through the old windows. You’ll feel it. That texture of time. It’s grimy, glamorous, and a little bit sick. Like a Victorian fever dream.
Just don’t ask for a "Ripper cocktail." They get enough of that from the tourists. And for heaven’s sake, if a woman in a shawl offers to sell you some grapes? Run. (Or buy her a drink. She’s probably just a cosplayer.)
Cheers, mate. See you down the Ten Bells.
