My third ghost comes in. I can't see his face, but blood flows from his large blazer. He hand is bone.

"And who might you be?" I ask, knowing full well that it's none other than Piggy, coming to irk into my future grave, juuuust like he did in life (just kidding, disrespect the dead? Not when they're haunting me.) I've read the book, the Christmas Carol or whatever, you see.

No response. Oh, so he's the ghost of my emo, lonely future.

Future. It's dark. But you can't expect emo ghosts to enjoy the light. Dark and a church.

"Again? Really? Another one?" I ask.

He points his bond hand at the door. I guess I'm supposed to go in, but Piggy knows I don't listen to him. So somehow he controls my movements, gracefully moving my body through the door and into the church.

When he's finished his… demonic possession, I rush at him.

"Don't ever control me!" I scream, bloodlust in my eyes, in my veins. But he's of some gaseous form and I move through him. He points his ghostly hand at a casket. I advance towards it, expecting to see myself. What I see sends me stumbling back. His eyes are closed. His face is flushed. But it's still Roger.

"But he didn't do it! I watched him spit the—the pills out!" I yelled, realizing what indignance feels like.

Piggy's ghost lifts Roger's limp arm and exposes deep gashes in his wrist. Then we're gone from the scene and at the graveyard. A long child sits atop a tree, overlooking everything, haunted by… his former self.

"So, you all wonder around haunting everyone?" I ask, irritated. That's my ghost.

No response. What a surprise. I look at the two blonds in the three: Ralph and whoever Ralph was.

"I- I don't want to be strong." Ralph whines.

"Dad has been dead ever since you got back! Mum needs us!"

"Mummy will be fine!"

"She's have a BABY! She can't even work and it's such a hard pregnancy!! She could d--"

"Don't say it!" Now Ralph (?) screams. "Don't ever use that word! Leave me!"

Old-Ralph disappears.

"Wait, that's all it takes to get you guys to leave?" I ask. "LEAVE ME!" I yell to Piggy. I does not work, and we're back at home. FUTURE home.

"Mary," my dad holds my mom, "He needs help. We can take him to a nice institution a--"

"No! My Jackie isn't crazy!"

We arrive back at my present room, and I'm actually quite surprised that I wasn't thrown into hell via Roger's casket.