I apologize for spoiling the entirety of the book, but this is not the strangest events that occur within the short frame of my lifetime. You see, I was only thirteen the day I died, I actually had just turned thirteen on that day, I can't remember it that well, but my memory about what had led up to this were sharper than most. I stayed in a small town called Belle Brooke. Don't bother trying to locate it, all you will find is burnt ruins. Which was also a strange event leading to my demise that had happened. My mother and father were good people, we weren't exactly the richest of the folks on our street, and just like everyone else, we lived in content. They were things we could not get, and there were things that were easy to purchase, the wonders of the middle class. My mother worked as a lawyer for the local court, though nothing much happened, she wasn't as paid as well as my father had. He worked as a fishermen, brought home dinner every night, a small trout with rough scales and glared at me as my mother was skinning the poor creature, the sad