Having read a few interesting fairy tales and horror stories, I decided to do a little post of my own. Trust is very important yet it is also very often broken. From a psychological perspective, there's always a conflict between the need for trust and our natural tendency to spill the beans so to speak.
We have all been enjoying a rather interesting fairytale, now we have a bit of a horror movie. As noted by one of our commentators, many of you will be familiar with Stephen King's Needful Things, where a nice middle-aged gentleman decided to set up shop in a quaint little town and in this lovely shop everyone in town found what they'd always wanted.
Here we have another little story. Once upon a time there was a nice, softly spoken, well educated middle-aged gentleman in a quaint little village nestled in a lovely valley amidst scenic hills. This little village was a bit further west than Mr Leland Gaunt's town but it was also full of people who had similar desires and experienced the same trials and tribulations as the inhabitants of Castle Rock.
In this little village, this nice gentleman helped people with various problems, he liked to be involved in the community and was keen to offer a helping hand.
Hello, ladies and gentlemen. In the words of the esteemed Max Bygraves, "Let me tell you a story..."
Once upon a time, there was a forum - and pretty popular it was too. It gave decent advice and its members supported others along their journey, whatever or however hard it was.
One day, a new member appeared - we'll call him Walter, after Walter Mitty. At first, this person seemed pretty au fait, and he claimed to be (amongst other things) a retired Head Teacher of some pretty posh schools, who now volunteered as a debt counsellor.