A/N: Hey guys! Here is the next chapter! Enjoy! :)
The clock struck again. It was midnight again. The dark hooded figure apporached Mr. Grumpfish. Mr. Grumpfish got on his knees in front of the ghost. This ghost was very different from the first 2. He had a long big and long black robe that covered him head to toe. All you could see was a hand. A child's hand. His face could not be seen but Mr. Grumpfish could swear he saw the face of a child with some kind of goggles hidden in the hood.
"Are you the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost did not speak but he did shake his head yes.
"You're going to show me what the future will bring if I do not change. Is that right?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost nodded again. Mr. Grumpfish could hardly stand up but he found the courage to do so.
"I fear you the most of these ghosts that came tonight. I am ready to follow you with a kind and thankful heart." said Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost did not reply. He just pointed forward.
"Let's go. The night is waning and time is very special for me." said Mr. Grumpfish.
They began to walk forward. Mr. Grumpfish felt like the shadow was dragging him along. In the heart of Bubbletucky, merchants were eagerly rushing down the snowy streets. They stopped to listen to 2 crabs talking.
"No." said the fat one.
"When did he die?" asked the thin one.
"I heard it was last night." said the fat one.
"What's wrong with him? I thought he would never die." said the thin one.
"Heaven knows." said the fat one.
"What about the money?" asked the thin one.
"I believe he left it in his company." said the fat one.
"This funeral will probably be cheap." said the thin one.
They both laughed and walked on. The ghost then pointed to more people.
"Aren't you glad he's dead?" asked a man to a woman.
"I surely am." said the woman.
"No Christmas spirit at all. Such a grumpy and greedy man." said the man.
"At least everyone else here is happy. Except for one family." said the woman.
They both walked away mumuring.
The scene changed and now there were in a graveyard. A family of snails were mourning at a grave. The mother and the 2 daughters walked away. Standing by the grave was Mr. Langoustine crying with the crutches.
"Little Avi! He's dead? No! Spirit, I did not ask for it!" said Mr. Grumpfish.
The scene then again changed and now they were in a dark gray room. There was a bed in front of them. Somebody was under the bed.
"Who is this?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost pointed to the head.
"I do not wish to uncover this person." said Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost again pointed to the head.
"Please, Spirit, take me home." said Mr. Grumpfish.
The scene changed again to the counting house. Mr. Grumpfish looked inside. Everything looked different.
"What happened here? Where's all my stuff?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
He then saw Goby inside. He was now running the counting house and treating Mr. Langoustine much better.
"Goby has the counting house now? Oh no, no, no! Take me home!" said Mr. Grumpfish.
The scene now changed to a graveyard.
"Why are we here?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost pointed to a grave.
"Before I look, answer me this. Will what these shadows show happen or possibly happen?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost pointed again.
"Was I the person in that bed?" asked Mr. Grumpfish.
The ghost pointed to him and then to the grave. Mr. Grumpfish looked at the grave. On it, it said his name!
"Oh no! That's not me! I'm not the man I was before! I will love and honor Christmas! Please Spirit! I can change! I have learned my lesson! Please tell me I can sponge out the words on this grave!" begged Mr. Grumpfish.
He grabbed onto the ghost and hoped for a change. Suddenly, the ground by the grave opened and Mr. Grumpfish was shoved inside by an invisible force.
"No! I can change!" he cried out as his coffin opened.
He closed his eyes as his fate came.
A/N: Wow! That was pretty scary wasn't it? Who do you think was the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come? What will happen to Mr. Grumpfish? Find out tomorrow! Bye! :)