it was a moonless night. The sea was up to its full height, producing giant waves and loud uproar, ready to take anyone in its cold arms.

Everyone was safely in their homes, near the fire places, sitting quietly or sleeping peacefully. Like any other home, there stood a house- COLOSSAL FAME. The house where Charlotte lived.

It was a huge bungalow full of rooms and full of grief.......

Colossal Fame stood on a street which was seperated form the sea by an old bridge.

                                                                                 It looked creepy with windows dull and blind in the darkness. The house was painted with a velvety purple from outside, which made the place darker and grimmer at night. The chimeney looked like a giant elf and the lawn was haunted by the sound of crickets.

In the farthest corner of the house, in one of the smallest rooms of colossal fame, lay Charlotte on her bed, with a brooch clutched tightly in her hand, and eyes wide open...