WALKING HOME ALONE

Station Road Ilkley, I was told that The Yorkshire Ripper attacked one of his victims along here where the footbridge passes over the railway, I've copied the article:-
Yvonne Mysliwiec was a twenty-one year old reporter who worked for the Ilkley Gazette, she also worked part time in a local night club. She lived with her parents John (Jan) and Helen (Ellen) and had two other sisters, Suzanne and Janette. It was Thursday the 11th of October 1979 CE, 20:50 hours, and Yvonne left her Trivoli Place home in order to walk the quarter of a mile to work. She was cutting it fine for she started work at 21:00 hours, so she decided to take the short cut across the railway footbridge to save some time. The short walk across Springs Lane over the black and white painted stripes of the pelican crossing, a bar code, with details and information that will be hidden by the West Yorkshire Metropolitan Police Force. Details and information that would be overlooked, smoke screened and blamed on the actions of a local man. For local men throughout the West Riding had suddenly become blood thirsty killers?...
…She walked onto the railway footbridge an elevated metal structure that traversed the car park and dual tracks of the Wharfedale Line and formed part of Ilkley railway station. She crossed the footbridge and was beginning to descend the steps that led to Railway Road. Unbeknown to her she had become the focus of some unwelcome attention.
Brian *******, a friend and neighbour was returning home after visiting Darbyshire’s off licence, 31 Railway Rd, Ilkley LS** 8** and spoke to Yvonne at the top of the three flights of stairs that lead onto the Railway Road entrance to the footbridge…
…The pair parted at the top of the stairs, Yvonne to continue her journey to work, Il Tovatore, (‘the Trav’) 46-50 Leeds Rd, Ilkley LS** 8**, the friend to make his way home. Brian walked a few paces when he saw a man walking towards him, in the same direction as Yvonne. The man had dark features, black hair and a beard, which he attempted to hide by keeping his head bowed to the floor of the footbridge and not encourage eye contact, and to discourage recognition. Peter William Sutcliffe, a non-descript dark figure that seemingly melted into the dark night. 
20:55 hours, Peter followed Yvonne down the three flights of steps, he soon fell into step with the hapless woman, his bulging right breast pocket struggling to hide the weapon within, Peter labouring with his excitement, Yvonne oblivious. The pair were on the stone steps, just shy of the exit leading to Railway Road when he pounced. The hammer struck home hitting Yvonne on the crown of her head, she fell and stumbled. It was then that Peter was disturbed by a passer-by, he had failed in his mission. Abort, abort, abort.
Peter heard their footsteps and fled back up the footbridge steps, retracing his path of minutes earlier, back to the safety of ‘Little Willie’ and his means of escape. Over the bridge left onto Spring Lane and then the one hundred metres to his escape vehicle. Peter walked briskly not wishing to draw attention to himself. 
Brian was just about to enter his Spring Lane home, when he noticed the dark haired man he had seen moments earlier on the footbridge. He also noticed the wagon parked up further down the road and found this a little disconcerting.
Jonathan ******, his girlfriend and her brother were walking down Golden Butts Road, making their way to the pub, when they had inadvertently disturbed Peter. When they had inadvertently saved Yvonne. They found Yvonne at the foot of the steps in a pool of her own blood. Quickly they raised the alarm, running to Darbyshire’s shop to call for an ambulance.
High walled Yorkshire stone formed one side of Railway Road, fourteen foot high fortifications, unrelenting forboding, an industrial-esque carbunkle that had been seemingly dumped into this pleasant West Riding back water. Above the high level of the stone wall the railway footbridge loomed, overseeing proceedings, witnessing all. The other side was made up of a patchwork of terraced houses, town houses, the occassional shop and a row of garages. The concealed entrance to the stairs was opposite (and at the top of) the junction with Wellington Road. In the town centre busy during the day but also a lonely and isolated place after dark.  
Police constable Gordon E****** was the first police officer on the scene, initially he was responding to reports that Yvonne had tripped and fallen down the steps that led up to the footbridge which traversed the duel railway lines.
Yvonne was rushed to hospital where she spent four to five weeks recuperating from the injuries sustained in the attack. Peter continued as if nothing untoward had happened. 
The Yorkshire Ripper had visited the quiet market town of Ilkley the Ripper walked amongst them. Ilkley a former Victorian spar town and home to well-off professionals. The Ripper was certainly off-piste in this environment. His unwelcome encroachment into the life of the great and good of West Yorkshire, did not go unnoticed in the corridors of power. An enclave of affluence light years away from the darker recesses ordinarily occupied by the Yorkshire Ripper. Unsavoury, unwelcome and unacknowledged. This visit did not exist, what were the good people of Ilkley to gain from their town being tarnished by the Yorkshire Ripper. Nothing! And that is why it never happened. This attack was imitation Ripper, possibly a crazed local man.

The police once again seemed incapable or unwilling to see these connections between similar description by previous survivor’s as the list grew longer especially Marcella Claxton, Marylyn Moore, (Tracey Browne), (Ann Rooney), (Yvonne Mysliwiec), Marguerite Walls and Doctor Upadhya Bandara. However police still refuted these claims, following the party line, keeping a lid on the pressure. The police official line was that this attack was non-Ripper. For this was another local incident. The Ripper had gone away, women of the north were free from his threat. The Ripper had gone nowhere, the West Yorkshire Police Force were in denial.