I am not a bad man, at least I do not consider myself as being bad. I live in an ordinary house, in a quiet suburb. I used to work as a bookkeeper but these days I am on a disability pension.

I had a normal childhood, I was a only child and my parents and I were very close, however I was definitely not spoiled, just loved very much. You could say that I was shy and rather timid, very much a loner.

Unlike many other children I did not pull the wings of flies or torment the local pet population. The thought of violence made me physically ill, and blood, I would faint at the sight of it. That led to a lot of teasing at times.

When I reached my late teens I had not even talked to a girl let alone dated one. In my mid twenties my parents had just about given up hope of becoming grandparents. You could imagine their surprise when I turned up with a female. Not just a female but one who was extremely beautiful.

It became quickly apparent to them that she was as timid and shy as I was and just as much a loner. We had literally run into each other and after we helped each other up we started talking. We quickly realised that we were kindred spirits.

We continued to see each other and by the end of the year we decided to wed. my parents were overjoyed as were hers. You could say that against the odds we had found each other.

For over twenty years we quietly lived our life. We had two beautiful daughters who were totally different from us. They were outgoing and the life of the party, like a breath of fresh air.

But children grow up and leave home to pursue their dreams. We missed them for they had brought so much joy to us, but they came and visited often.

It was on a Saturday night that we went out, one of those rare occasions when we ventured forth. There was not much that would tempt us to leave home, but this was a movie we both wanted to see.

We were so engrossed in discussing it as we walked back to the car that we did not see the man approach us. The first I knew about it was as the knife entered my chest.

I felt the cold of the knife and the burning of the pain. As I slipped to the ground I could see him attack Alice. I heard her scream and then blackness took hold of me.

I awoke in the hospital, they had only just managed to drag me back from death. Apparently I had flat lined three times. When I questioned them about Alice I instantly knew the answer by the sadness on their faces.