Once upon time there was a small family who lived together in a small cottage by the seaside where the trees met the seas and everything was calm. There was a man who was a middle-aged fellow who enjoyed to fish. He woke up early each morning to catch fish to feed the couple. His wife was a small old lady who loved to stay at home and read books. They were a nice old couple who lived together happily. One fine morning, the Sun began to rise and it’s golden rays of light were seeping through the trees. The water was still and the horizon was painted a beautiful orange-pink hue which elicited a warm sensation. The man went out with his beloved wife down to the sandy beach to sail. He set the boat into the water and they departed. For hours on end they sailed, when finally, the sun began to set and darkness was approaching, like a curtain being drawn over windows. They returned to the house, where the women went back inside and the man stayed back to fish. He cast his rod forward and patiently waited for a bite. Suddenly, thunder growled behind him, like an angry lion, and the clouds closed-in. The sky turned an eerie grey. It started to pour, with each drop heavily pitter-pattering on the sandy beach. The fisherman walked back up the creaky wooden stairs leading up to his house. He slowly opened the door to the entrance of his house. From there the stormy sea could be seen raging through a giant pane of glass at the back of the house. It was dark and stormy. The man creeped up to the living room to see his beloved wife lying dead on a grey, bloodstained couch. Her eyes half open and her hands sprawled out stiff, as if reaching for something.