"Hello, My Name is Not Jack"

Film: The Lodger (1944)

Alias: None

Type: Natural

Location: Civilized area

Height/Weight: That of an average human.

Affiliation: Evil

Summary: Serial killers are some of the worst crooks out there. In movies, they are the equivalence of absolute demons. Sure, the spectrum of pure scumminess varies, but that's no excuse. Either way, Slade runs the middle ground of that spectrum.

History: A seemingly normal if not eccentric lodger, Mr. Slade was actually a prolific serial killer who specialized in murdering young women above all else. However, he then decided to hone in on a famous actress, and that's when he needed to ultilize a litte patience here and there.

Notable Kills: Nothing special.

Final Fate: Slade's murder attempt on the actress is completely botched when detectives and police catch up to him finally. Unable to confront the law, the mad man flings himself through a window and into the river, where he drowns and sinks.

Powers/Abilities: Well-equipped with a knife.

Weakness: Anything conventional.

Scariness Factor: 3.5-While not the most special of serial killers, he has a rather unhinged appearance (especially when he's just staring at the camera), and can utilize the darkness to his benefit pretty well.

Trivia: -Slade's character is entirely based on the legend of the infamous Jack the Ripper, a 19th century serial killer whose identity still remains a mystery.

-Slade was played by Laird Cregar, who was known for his villainous and comedic roles throughout the early 40s.

Image Gallery

The darkness is his only ally.

There's a dancer in all of us.

Killers are more animal than man as this illustrates.
It's like they knew this film would fade into obscurity.

And thus, the plot is kicked off.

His fate begins to dawn on him.