My version of a Christmas carol this is my first story plz do not flame but r&r if people like il add more chapters ps. I do not own Christmas carol if I did I would be rich
It was the year 1896 I remember it well (how could I forget. . .) It was quite a normal day. The coachmen road there carriages, the urchins begged, there were even people in Hyde Park. The empire of Britain was in its prime and her majesty was in superb health, however when night fell it began raining hard. The Streets became half flooded, the thunder crashing. A horrible night indeed. quite fitting for what was to come that eve, I had spent the day going about my usual routine of buying and selling merchandise, food, cotton but most of all slaves, ah but you do not know me and yet you judge me as evil and cold just for my trade, then again if I were to meet myself I suppose I'd have been reluctant to waist my time to get to know me better. (I digress) I had never known the floors of my ships, the taste of my food or even the feel of my cotton and one thing I certainly never wished to hear were the cries of my slaves. I had always managed to put those thoughts out of my mind before, I did to think out of sight out of mind but that was ignorance but then to me ignorance was bliss, Of course only a complete fool could remain blind forever. I digress once again.
On the night in question I was on my way from the bank when the I passed an young urchin, as with most, he pleaded "spangle for a hungry nipper guv to perhaps buy some food I haven't eaten in weeks" I of course saw before me a filthy little thief ready to rob me blind if even began to open my wallet "off with you vile urchin I haven't the time to hear you're groans and moans" I cried it was around this time however that I realized all of the streets were empty and every window was filled with darkness. I became afraid, very afraid here I was a rich defenceless man with a pocket full of money which being eyed bye the most unwelcome of urchin eyes. "You sure guv" a faint and empty voice interrupted my thought. I began to notice that the urchin had now disappeared and hooded spectre towered above where he stood. He looked down facing me, his eyes were covered by shadow but I knew his gaze was meeting mine while inquisitively staring into the blank darkness covering what I assumed to be its face a black gloved hand began to reach for my arm but merely a second before contact was made I shot back fearful of what may occur if I was to even be touched by such a creature. (Perhaps it was because the spectre looked suspiciously like the mysterious grim reaper who guides dead souls to the afterlife and with one touch reaps ones soul) my action must have offended the ominous figure as he began to cry as if in pain. With this I began to retreat away from the figure gaining speed and momentum with every step. Never before had I been so fearful, then to my surprise I saw one of the most familiar sites in all my life. It was "64 Nottud common Home of William Farqueson infamous trader, banker, stocker, entrepreneur and investor
, I speak highly of this man as it was I, I reached the door heart racing head pounding I searched the street for the hooded figure, but he was nowhere to be seen. The street was filled with merchants and people all flabbergasted and glaring at me with inquisitive and confused eyes. "AVERT YOU'RE EYES" I commanded in a strict (yet slightly embarrassed) tone, and with everyone continuing there business I continued into my home slamming the door behind me.