Federal Agent Frank Donovan awoke the sound the a clock chiming one. The eerie silence that followed the loud chime sent shivers down Donovan's spine. Emotions swirled around in his mind. He didn't know what to believe. The thin line between dream and reality had become a blur and he didn't know which side he was on. Frank was too scared to even open his eyes. Yes, him, hardass Agent Frank Donovan was too afraid to open his eyes.
Jake's drunken display kept playing over and over in his confused mind. It was just another dream, it was all a dream, he kept telling himself. Be strong Be strong he repeated to himself again and again. He had watched Jake and Alex go against things that he thought no one could survive and they had come out with flying colors. Why couldn't he just open his eyes? He was scared. Too scared that what he was told by his former boss had been confirmed by what he has seen with the two ghosts.
Finally gathering enough strength to open his eyes, Frank saw his most frightening scene yet. A figure loomed over him, a black hood over his head, or what should have been his head. Where the face would have been was a black void. A long black robe flowed over his body and no hands or feet stuck out from underneath the cloak.
Donovan had seen many bloodcurdling things in his time, but nothing could top this. Had he not already been lying down, Frank probably would have fallen over in shock. He had despised the ghosts before, and now he longed for the chubby Ghost of Christmas Past, or the bubbly Ghost of Christmas Present. But the Ghost of Christmas Future was a different story. A different story in every which way.
The apparition did not utter a single word. The petrifying creature extended a handless arm towards Donovan and the world around him swirled black and gray.
"What's going on?" Donovan tried to ask but would not receive an answer from this ghost.
Suddenly, Donovan and his new companion, whom he assumed to be the Ghost of Christmas Future, found themselves in the middle of a graveyard. The dark and dreary night was lit by only the moonlight. Fog covered most of the ground and Frank found it hard to see farther than two feet in front of him. One thing that he could still see though was the ominous figure of the spirit that had brought him there.
"Where are we?" Donovan asked, though more to himself than to the ghost. Frank knew there was no use in trying to get a response from this evil looking ghost.
The portentous figure walked, or floated, Frank couldn't really tell which, across the cold, hard ground. Though he didn't want to, Frank followed anyway. He knew that whatever he had been brought to see was where the specter was leading him.
The unlikely pair walked for what seemed to Frank as hours. Though probably only because he was so frightened of the character he was trailing behind. In reality what had been ten minutes, the two reached a single grave, set apart from the others.
Despite the fog, Frank had noticed how green the grass he walked over was. All the graves had bright flowers placed delicately on them. Yet this grave he was brought too was different. It had a lonely air around it and the ground was not healthy green grass as the others had. The ground was just dirt, as if grass had refused to grow. Or as if no one had cared enough to plant it so it could grow. No flowers were placed with care on this grave either.
The writing was small and grime covered most of it. The ghoul stood beside the grave and extended an arm, telling Frank to read it. Donovan bent down and squinted his eyes to read it. When the federal agent finally realized what it said he almost fell over with shock. It read.....
Frank Donovan
No dates. No May He Rest In Peace. No nice saying at all. Just his name. Frank was overcome with shock. Why would his grave be set aside from the rest of the worlds? How did he die? When? Why does no one visit his grave?
Then he realized, he had never visited Hobbs grave.
"Your me, Frank," His former bosses words kept repeating in his head, causing Frank to freak out more than he was already doing.
"I'm not going to end up like you!" Frank yelled, skyward. Then he turned towards the apparition. "How can I change this? You have to tell me! Why won't you tell me?"
Frank would receive no response. The Ghost of Christmas Future was gone.
Jake's drunken display kept playing over and over in his confused mind. It was just another dream, it was all a dream, he kept telling himself. Be strong Be strong he repeated to himself again and again. He had watched Jake and Alex go against things that he thought no one could survive and they had come out with flying colors. Why couldn't he just open his eyes? He was scared. Too scared that what he was told by his former boss had been confirmed by what he has seen with the two ghosts.
Finally gathering enough strength to open his eyes, Frank saw his most frightening scene yet. A figure loomed over him, a black hood over his head, or what should have been his head. Where the face would have been was a black void. A long black robe flowed over his body and no hands or feet stuck out from underneath the cloak.
Donovan had seen many bloodcurdling things in his time, but nothing could top this. Had he not already been lying down, Frank probably would have fallen over in shock. He had despised the ghosts before, and now he longed for the chubby Ghost of Christmas Past, or the bubbly Ghost of Christmas Present. But the Ghost of Christmas Future was a different story. A different story in every which way.
The apparition did not utter a single word. The petrifying creature extended a handless arm towards Donovan and the world around him swirled black and gray.
"What's going on?" Donovan tried to ask but would not receive an answer from this ghost.
Suddenly, Donovan and his new companion, whom he assumed to be the Ghost of Christmas Future, found themselves in the middle of a graveyard. The dark and dreary night was lit by only the moonlight. Fog covered most of the ground and Frank found it hard to see farther than two feet in front of him. One thing that he could still see though was the ominous figure of the spirit that had brought him there.
"Where are we?" Donovan asked, though more to himself than to the ghost. Frank knew there was no use in trying to get a response from this evil looking ghost.
The portentous figure walked, or floated, Frank couldn't really tell which, across the cold, hard ground. Though he didn't want to, Frank followed anyway. He knew that whatever he had been brought to see was where the specter was leading him.
The unlikely pair walked for what seemed to Frank as hours. Though probably only because he was so frightened of the character he was trailing behind. In reality what had been ten minutes, the two reached a single grave, set apart from the others.
Despite the fog, Frank had noticed how green the grass he walked over was. All the graves had bright flowers placed delicately on them. Yet this grave he was brought too was different. It had a lonely air around it and the ground was not healthy green grass as the others had. The ground was just dirt, as if grass had refused to grow. Or as if no one had cared enough to plant it so it could grow. No flowers were placed with care on this grave either.
The writing was small and grime covered most of it. The ghoul stood beside the grave and extended an arm, telling Frank to read it. Donovan bent down and squinted his eyes to read it. When the federal agent finally realized what it said he almost fell over with shock. It read.....
Frank Donovan
No dates. No May He Rest In Peace. No nice saying at all. Just his name. Frank was overcome with shock. Why would his grave be set aside from the rest of the worlds? How did he die? When? Why does no one visit his grave?
Then he realized, he had never visited Hobbs grave.
"Your me, Frank," His former bosses words kept repeating in his head, causing Frank to freak out more than he was already doing.
"I'm not going to end up like you!" Frank yelled, skyward. Then he turned towards the apparition. "How can I change this? You have to tell me! Why won't you tell me?"
Frank would receive no response. The Ghost of Christmas Future was gone.
