A Mystical Tale of Love and the Afterlife

This is the very unusual story of a man who reconciles with both his wives. He is delighted, of course. Who wouldn’t be?

But he’s unsettled too.

He let Greta die alone six years ago. And Anne recently stopped his fist with her mouth.

Yet here they are.

Is he crazy? Is he haunted?

Death will tell.

All he knows at the time is the peace in their presence.

For a long time he wouldn’t have associated Greta with peace. A slow descent into the ultimate cold embrace of mental illness had stolen her peace neuron by neuron.

She died of Huntington’s disease.

He had experienced most of her trauma from right beside her. At least until he couldn’t stay any longer – until he couldn’t bear the life-sucking paranoia of her defiled mind.

Ironically, now, all these years later, his own trauma precipitates the inexplicable experience of her presence in his room. His trauma has nothing to do with disease. No. It ensues from violence between husband and wife – a moment of mindless rage punctuated by the thud of his fist on her lips.

Whereas his relationship with his first wife had been characterised by a linear descent into pathological dementia, his second marriage swung wildly between passion and brutality. At a most brutal low point, his iron-like fist snaps into his second wife’s face and his knuckles rupture her soft, full lips – lips he passionately kissed a thousand times.

The violence of a most brutal low point breaks him. Greta’s unexpected presence from beyond is just the start. A world of mystical experience opens up, culminating in the hereafter.

“On The Fifth Night is a unique tale that is testament to the uncharted depths of reality beyond an obvious physical façade. It is surprising and inspiring to the last word. Heart-warming, romantic and spiritual.” – Mindmark Publications