We ne'er owned, we ne'er owned, we ne'er owned last year's Rent! Or the funny cameos from different shows.
Chapter 2: A Visit from the Ghost
Benny walked past the Life Café. It looked warm and toasty inside. It was where he was mooned that night by Maureen for allegedly "wreaking" her protest. Humbug, he thought with a sneer. His train of thought was interrupted when something cold smacked into the back of his head. He turned around to see three teenagers, one boy and two girls. "Gerry, now you've really done it!" cried the girl with red hair as she fixed her eyes with fear. The boy named Gerry turned around to the girl and said, "He doesn't seem to be doing jack shit Scarlet."
"That's the guy who almost destroyed the Space last year you douche bag!"
"Would y'all just shut up? God people are nicer in Kentucky and not dip shits like you guys are acting like right now."
"Shut up Megan."
"Bite me Blondie."
"SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRATS!"
All was silent in the streets. Benny, as it appeared, had ended their little spat and was full on angry. "Now," he said with no emotion, "which one of you had threw the slush ball at me?" Gerry took the courage he had in him and said, "I-I did, Mr. Coffin."
"Ok, that will be a thousand dollar fine."
"Thousand dollar fine? Are you fucking kidding me? That ain't worth jack shit! And besides, you ain't a friggin' cop."
"Don't start with me, young man, if I could, I would call the cops to arrest your sorry ass."
"Make me ass wipe!"
"Gerry," cried the girl called Scarlet, "don't do it! You'll get yourself and us in trouble."
"Scarlet stay outta this, he has to stop being a douche bag to the poor. And he deserves to be called that after he gave a fake dime to my brotha' from anotha mother!"
"Trash like you should be left on the street," said Benny, "now be off with your whores and don't let me catch you by my property again."
"Then don't show your fugly face around the Life anymore!" said Megan.
"Burn!!" the other two roared with laughter. Benny walked off in some what of a girly huff. He hated it when teenage brats made fun of him, especially when they were related to Maureen Johnson.
He came to his complex, the rich ones on the Upper East Side, and dug through his pocket to find his key. The snow was falling gently as the carolers at Gimbals across the street sang "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" over and over again. Highly annoying, he thought as he found the key and placed it into the door knob. As he was about to, the knocker on the door was strange looking tonight. As he tired to place it in, he thought the door sort of…well…spat the key out of the hole. He was starting to get frightened now. He looked at the knocker and he was out of his mind in shock. "Al-Allison?" he quivered.
The knocker then yelled, "BENNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!" it had frightened him so horribly, that he literally fell flat on his back in the snow. "Hey look," cried a young voice, "its Benniezer Scrooge, mommy."
"Billy, don't say that, we wouldn't want to anger Mr. Scrooge-I mean Mr. Coffin," said the boy's mother. But deep down, she couldn't hold her agreement. In deed, Benny was the most considered man more reckless than Ebenezer Scrooge, and that just caused him to say, "Bah Humbug," more often.
After the event that made him look like a twit on the streets, Benny noticed that the knocker had returned to its normal self and he tossed the thought of his dead wife out of his fragile and greedy mind. Inside, however, Benny was cautious of where he went. Still freaked out by the event about five minutes ago, he had a feeling of anxiety when he entered the living room. There he placed on his Egyptian cotton pajamas and his silk blue robe on, and heated himself some left over meatballs and pasta.
The fire was nice, clam and quiet on a cold winter's night, but not tonight. As he dined on his fabulously prepared leftovers, the fire died out to a point where Benny had to use a flash light to see his way around. Benny the wind whispered in his ear. "Who's there?" he cried with fear starting to brew up inside him. "If you want my money, I'm…uh…broke. Yeah broke, I'm a squatter who's wearing my boss's pajamas and robe." Instead of the wind, there was a sound of rattling shackles. "Come any closer and I'm calling the cops!"
"Benny," said a familiar voice, "now this any way to treat your late wife?"
"Allison?"
"Yeah," said the voice, "it's me, the one who was drop 'dead' gorgeous.
She still had her dry sense of humor and she still had the same snobby voice, the voice that he had fallen in love with. "C'mon, baby," he cooed, "show your self to me." But she didn't open the door, oh no, she went right through it pulling the heaviest of chains with her. They had seemed to pin her to the floor and she seemed tired and weak. Benny was shocked at all of this. She was full of energy and life when she was alive, but now, she was tired, and weary.
"Why are you here?"
"I'll tell you that in a moment, but for now I bring a warning…"
"Is it anything to do with sex?"
"You god damn idiot, if you just listen to me for once and stop being a douche bag for five seconds of your life, I can tell you my message."
"Fine, what 'message' you have to tell me?"
"You have been a sick bastard in the last few years, especially after your lover broke up with you for the ex-junkie."
"Wait, you're telling me you knew about my affair?"
"Duh, why do you think I walked out into the snow five times a week? But what I'm trying to say is the greed that I have lived in through my whole life bit me in the ass and it may be the same for you."
"But what does this have to do with me?"
The ghost was getting impatient with Benny. How was she to get her point out, if he was being stubborn? Fed up, she said, "I didn't wanna have to do this." The next thing Benny knew, he was covered up in heavy chains. "What's with all these hideous chains?"
"These are the chains that I created through my life because I was greedy and selfish in life. For that I'm forced to carry these chains for eternity. May be even longer," Benny was shocked to see that his wife was forced to walk the earth with these chains. "And the same thing will happen to you, Scrooge,"
"Is there any way I can prevent this?"
"Well, I hate to say it but, yes, there is a way, but you might not buy it."
"Just tell me the damn thing, woman."
"Don't take that tone with me, I may be dead, but I can still kick your ass."
"Please tell me,"
She took in a deep breath and said, "Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits, don't ask me why, it's just in the contract."
"You mean there are more of you, I had enough ghosts for one night, and it isn't even Halloween!"
"No shit, Sherlock, but just expect the first ghost when the bell tolls one."
"Can't they come all at once and be done with it?"
"When the bell tolls one,"
She then disappeared into the darkness. The fire returned to it former glory of lighting the room. And Benny stood there, alone in his room. He whispered a simple, 'humbug' and retreated to bed.
As he turned his alarm clock off, he looked at the time, "twelve fifteen," he thought and fell asleep, dreaming of Mimi and money. As he dreamed of his former lover, the alarm clock went off. He looked at the time: 1:00. As he thought of how the clock turned itself back to alarm, a warm, soft white light lit the room, and a female figure came across the room. "Angel?" he asked.
A/N: Sorry if its short, but it will get better.
