Don’t Fear the Reaper
A trickle of ice-cold tap water slowly removes the soft lather of soap wedged between the fingers of the most perfect hands you could ever imagine. As both palms meet in perfect synchronicity, a symphonic resonance welcomes a single droplet of water as it gracefully cascades sideways to reunite with the continuous flow. Each alternate finger carefully intertwines in perfect unity as the last remnants of the lightly scented lather follows suit along the contours of the gleaming ceramic hand basin.
The impeccably clean hands are gently dried using a plain white hand towel, freshly laundered and folded seamlessly in preparation for this most delicate of procedures. A creamy, smooth moisturiser is hastily applied to ensure that these immaculate hands would even be admired by visiting royalty. Finally, a sterling silver nail file finely sculpts each fingernail with a precision that would even leave a master craftsman impressed.
It is difficult to imagine such fine-looking hands engaging in anything other than pastimes suited to celestial activities. However, these unblemished hands belong to a child killer. On five separate
occasions, these hands were responsible for murdering young children and consequently destroying the lives of their respective families, and no amount of self-cleansing would ever remove the stain of death from these well-groomed weapons of hate.
The dimly lit sky hides behind a small round window that dominates this featureless room. There is clearly a subtlety about this domain that highlights a need for security, yet at the detriment of extravagance. The sparseness of the room lays bare the notion that the idiosyncrasies of killers are often reflected in their habitat. The walls and floor are both immaculately clean, yet they lack any real affluence. This is clearly a dwelling place that was created for purpose rather than comfort.
The child-killer opens the window slightly, allowing the cold night air to filter through, refreshing his naked torso as it eagerly searches for an escape route. He closes his eyes before drawing a deep breath. Quickly reopening them, he sluggishly turns around to peruse the remaining contents of his life. His neatly folded clothes lie at the foot of an impeccably made-up bed. A black leather belt sits uncompromisingly on top of a small circular table, with the large metal buckle overlapping a handwritten note.
Impetuously, he picks up the belt from the table and loops it around the catch at the top of the window. Then, he thrusts his head out of the window for one final gasp of air, his whole body shuddering with the violent force of his actions. The cold air continues to filter through the window until the night suddenly turns to day.
Title: Ghost Writers
Author: David Shaw
Genre: Self Help
In this life-affirming book, author David Shaw explores ten major themes that affect us all – and offers a unique way to engage with them. Whether it’s fear or forgiveness, credence or clarity, materialism or acceptance, Shaw gives us the benefit of ten spiritual authors who pen their intriguing and stimulating words through him as modern parables.
In doing so, they offer us a steadying rudder in the choppy, often violent, sea of life’s cruelties and uncertainties.
Presenting an engaging and fascinating blend of fiction and non-fiction, Ghost Writers presents in a non-stuffy style information, whose light-hearted humour belies its powerful emotional punch.
So sit back, relax and share David’s absorbing, gripping and spellbinding journey of a lifetime – and beyond.
DAVID SHAW lives in Ayrshire with his wife, son, Labrador and a houseful of ghosts. When he is not writing books and magazine articles, David works as a psychotherapist, hypnotherapist and Reiki healer. But his biggest passion is working with his spirit guides and connecting this world with the spirit dimension.
His only real aspiration is to be accepted as an Average Joe, oh, and to maybe see his favourite football team, Kilmarnock, actually win a game!