A Christmas Carol

The Spirit of Christmas Future

A cold wind brushed past Sammy Scrooge horribly as he wondered the streets clutching to his siouxie and the banshees collectors hoodie for warmth. "Where the fuck am I? Where are all the incels!?" Sammy Scrooge would sit upon the church step waiting to burn for warmth.

Suddenly the wind would pick up the snow blowing up the stairs to Sammy Scrooge. "What in the Mother fuck" (this is said in a Georgian accent). The snow would start to blacken and singe as ashes began to rush past Sammy Scrooge in a big flurry. The ashes started to circle around Sammy Scrooge causing her to hack and cough just like his daily ritual on his hacking towel.

Blinded he reached into the dark storm grasping for anything he can reach when she touched something cold and grimly. Opening his eyes he saw he was holding the dead hand of the spirit of Christmas present. With a Lil nya the ashes would disperse allowing the entirety of the corpse to be on display. Rotting and decaying in Sammy Scrooges hand the spirits mortal body began to slop off of its bones through Sammy Scrooge fingers oozing.

"On a normal day this would be rad af but like uh where's the consent?" Sammy Scrooge would try to step back but ended up bringing the corpse on top of him as he slipped on the ice. The ooze would suffocate him going into an crevice it could find even her mouth and eyes. Gagging on this substance Sammy Scrooge felt the weight lift from his body. He would jump up coughing and hacking again with a Lil girly pop.

Turning around he saw his shadow on the steps of the church but it was not his. It wore a long coat and the starkness of it did frighten the emo. A skeletal hand would reach through the shadow slowly breaking the surface of the never ending dark. Luring. Begging to be taken.

Sammy Scrooge would stand up quickly getting away from the hand that loomed. "Are you the third spirit? Will I see my future?" He would lean over the shadow hesitantly. No moment later the hand would rise with vengeance launching itself up to Sammy Scrooge clasping its cold boney fingers around her neck feeling the quick beat beneath the skin. The face was shadowed and despite the spirit seemingly to be a skeleton long brown hair tipped with green hung out behind the shadow of the hood.

Sammy Scrooge would write under the grip choking and prying for air. The spirit would turn around to the shadow it cast holding out Sammy Scrooge above it. With a sudden realization he was dropped into the pit feeling the cold rush of air as he fell for what seemed like forever.

At last he landed hard on the cobblestone road and some how by a miracle he wasn't dead. Shakily he pushed his tired body from the stones to see he was back in his town but something was different. Balancing onto his feet he saw his house wasn't there anymore. The big dark looming wooden mansion now mouthing but a few bricks. A man stood at the front of it on a tall wood platform talking to a crowd.

It looked to be an auction but Sammy Scrooge couldn't tell what be could be selling and without Sammy Scrooges knowledge of it made him furious. He hobbled over to the crowd to see what was going on. Amongst the crowd he could hear whispers. "What a beautiful Christmas stripped from such cold hands!", "Yes Mary I can't imagine a time where someone so gracious blessed us like this man has".

Before Sammy Scrooge could hear the rest he felt the skeletal hand of the spirit rest on his shoulder. Looking up Sammy Scrooge saw the spirit looking somewhere else. Meeting the spirits line of sight Sammy Scrooge saw a grave yard he knew all too well. He had been there many times in the past. Twice for his grandparents, twice for his parents, and once for Liana Marley. They all rot away there right next to his home and don't think that thought hasn't ever haunted him.

The spirit would suddenly shove him to the ground with such force Sammy Scrooge felt blood fall from his now broken nose. She would look up from the ground that was now dead and grassy and smelled of wet dirt. It had recently rained she thought as she struggled to her feet to take in her surroundings.

A sound of talking would perk his attention. Looking around Sammy Scrooge Spotted someone beneath one of the few trees that grew in the graveyard. A tall gangly thing that brought a dark shadow over the headstone it guarded to the already grey evening. Sammy realized it was Emily Cratchet all alone under the tree. Upon further inspection Sammy Scrooge could see she was holding a small walking stick.

Emily Cratchet would kiss the handle before placing it gently against the headstone. Resting her hand upon the headstone one last time she turned away walking down the hill the tree stood on. With Cratchets departure Sammy Scrooge would walk up the hill to the headstone to see who lie beneath it. Drawing close to the headstone she knelt before it as her nose continued to bleed  filling the air with the dull metallic scent he read.

'Amanda Cratchet' the stone read as the wind began to pick up once more. "No! No no no no this wasn't supposed to happen!" Sammy Scrooge left away at the awful sight. Had he paid Cratchet more would this poor girl of been saved? Had he anyway of rehearsing such a terrible future.

Sammy Scrooge would turn to see another grave stood under a tree away from the rest. It glowed with an ominous presence drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Sammy Scrooge would trudge his way to the grave to see what the spirit wished the show him next in this cursed nightmare.

Reaching the grave he found the headstone covered in snow making it hard to read. The blood from her nose would drip onto the ground causing it to break and shaking as a bright fire light broke through. Seeing this Sammy Scrooge rushed to wipe away the snow as the ground began to Crack and shiver letting the brightness over take the dark.

Sammy Scrooge sat there frozen at the name encrypted on the cold stone. 'Samuel Scrooge'. The ground broke away now and Sammy Scrooge managed to grab the edge of the wet grass and mud as fire began to rise from below him. Looking up he saw the spirit looming over him mercilessly.

"Please spirit I know now what I've done to upset you! Spare me my life and I will love Christmas with my whole heart!" He would gasp for air as the cold wind singed his lungs. "I will share what's mine to those who need and I will be generous and see cratchets youngest live another day! Just let me live" He would beg but the spirit had nothing to say

The spirit lifted its foot placing it on Sammy Scrooges fingers crushing them underneath granting a pained wale from Sammy Scrooge. The spirit would kick its foot and just like that Sammy Scrooge had fallen into the fire to his coffin.

Sammy Scrooge would jolt up from his bed gasping for air as he glanced around the room to check he was still alive. It was his room and light was pouring through the window. The spirit granted him his life back. Sammy Scrooge began to laugh then began to sob as he got up stepping towards the light of day.

Opening the window the sun blanketed the city that was full of its usual hustle and bustle. She would look down from her window to see a man walking by. Shouting to get his attention Sammy Scrooge would ask "What day is it today?" The stranger would reply "Christmas day sir!".

Sammy Scrooge made it through the trials and now he raced through his home to make his promise a reality.