Hey! I'm back! A very nice fan sent me a message saying they still like this story and want to see it finished, so that's what I'm going to do! I probably won't have it done by Christmas, but I'll try to finish it before winter is over. Hoorah!

Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, Benson has just gone to bed, and a ghost is probably going to visit him. Who's the ghost? Well let's see.

Chapter 3 Knocks on Wood

Loud snoring came from beyond the curtains where Benson slept. He was fast asleep, deep in slumber land, and nothing was going to wake him up.

Something the hooded figure who had phased into the room found out very quickly. First he tried his ghostly moaning, then he tried shaking and slapping him. Then he got a megaphone and shouted.

"HEY BENSON! WAKE UP!"

Benson was startled awake immediately, quickly stumbling out of his bed and getting tangled in his curtains. The hooded figure quickly got out of his way as Benson fell to the floor.

"Who? What? Where?" Benson asked, confused and disoriented.

The hooded figure roughly dragged him to his feet. Benson stumbled away from him in fear.

"Wh-who are you?" Benson questioned, trembling, "What is it that you want from me?"

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Pasts," the figure replied, trying to make his voice whispery and mysterious. "I am here to show you the error of your ways."

"No," Benson said, "You're not real. I don't believe in ghosts. I must be having a bad dream or something. Yeah, that's it! This is just a bad dream."

Without any warning, the figure suddenly slapped him across the face. Benson stumbled backwards, holding his face.

"Does that feel like a dream to you?" the ghost hissed, "You would do well to respect my word!" The ghost reached up and pulled his hood and robe off, revealing his identity. Benson gasped.

It was Rigby. He was dressed in a pure white robe, with cutesy little angel wings attached and he was wearing a candle on his head. He seemed to be glowing, but it could have been from the candle.

Benson frowned. "Rigby!" he scowled, "I should've known it was you! How dare you try to scare me like that! If I hadn't already fired you years ago, I would do so now!"

Rigby glared at him. "I am not Rigby," he insisted, "I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, and I am here to show you what a jerk you've been!" Benson scoffed.

"Yeah right," he sneered, "And how are you going to do that? With your 'magic powers?'"

"That's ghostly powers to you, mister!" Rigby said, "And didn't Skips already tell you that I would be visiting? Do you doubt the word of Skips?"

"Of course not!" Benson replied, "But that wasn't really Skips! I just bumped my head or something, that's all!"

Rigby frowned and slapped Benson again. As he rubbed his cheek in pain, Rigby puffed his chest out, trying to look more intimidating. "Now listen up!" he commanded, "I'm going to take you into the past to where this all started, so you'd better pay attention! Or else!"

"Or else what?" Benson asked.

"Don't worry about it," Rigby answered, "Now here. Grab my robe."

Benson sighed. He could see that this hallucination wasn't going to leave him alone until did as he was told. So, he took Rigby's robe. Suddenly, Rigby zoomed up into the air, and Benson crashed into the ceiling. Rigby floated back down to him.

"Oops," he said, "Sorry. I forgot you're not a ghost and can't fly through ceilings. Here, let's go out the window."

Benson, his face in the floor, gave Rigby a thumbs up. He took the robe again, and Rigby threw open the window. This time when Rigby flew out the window, Benson came with him. Immediately, Benson scrambled to hold tighter to Rigby, as he was in danger of falling. Rigby didn't seem to notice or care though. He flew through the sky, arms spread wide, like he was enjoying himself immensely. Benson, however, was not. He felt himself growing pale as the cold air and snow pelted his face.

Suddenly, a strange vortex appeared in the sky, and Benson's eyes widened.

"Uh, what is that?" he called to Rigby, "We're not going in there, are we?"

"That's a portal to the past," Rigby answered, "And yes, we will be going through there! Hang on tight!"

Benson screamed with terror as Rigby flew into the vortex. It swallowed them up and things started getting trippy. Images flashed before Benson's eyes, things from his life that he had forgotten. The vortex seemed to be screaming at him, and he wanted to plug his ears, but he couldn't let go of Rigby's robes. The screaming got louder and louder, until Benson couldn't take it anymore.

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, and Rigby and Benson flew out of the vortex. Benson, startled, let go of Rigby and started falling towards the Earth.

"NO!" he called, "Help!"

I want to end this here, because I enjoy leaving chapters on cliff hangers.

Don't worry! I'll try to have the next chapter up this week! And if I don't, feel free to slap me or something.

Anyway, be sure to leave a review! I want to know what you think of the story so far and Rigby being the Ghost of Christmas Past. Ciao!