A Little Death Never Killed Anyone

An Introduction

Death is beautiful, its when all your thoughts and actions combine into this one moment that will be the literal end of you. One day we will all die. Some welcome death and have prepared themselves, some forget about death and he comes in anger anyway, and some see death yet ignore him. Those who follow the last two categories usually end up with some unfinished business, bound here angry, sad, or lost; for all their hope went with death hoping he would be a friend.
This is how Beatrice Winters explains her odd love of death to those who find her weird. Bea loved the color black and anything old and rusty. She would spend hours in local antique stores looking through discarded memories. Bea lived with her mom who was a believer of all things in the supernatural department, but not exactly "sensitive" to it. Bea never had many friends as she was always moving town to town with her mom to see ghosts off to death. All bea's mom had for the newest gig was an address and a note that said "i Hear you ExorciSe. please Come tO My enlIsted address, No helpinG hands ~WZ" Of course her mom had them packed and ready to go in a few days. They in reality chase Death, but can only find his trail.