-The Ghost of Christmas Past-

"Scrooge slept fitfully that night, plagued by nightmares of a dreadful sort. At the first stroke of midnight from the deer pitched church bell a few streets away Scrooge was jerked awake with one especially loud grunting snore." The narrator's voice was cut off by the dark haired boy giving aloud grunt and rolling out of the large four-posted bed.

"Bloody bell!" He grumbled, "Always going off at weird hours in the middle of the night…" He trailed off after the bell chimed for a second time remembering the visit by the phantoms of his dead partners earlier that night. Scrooge stared around nervously for the ghost they had warned him of. He waited for four nerve-wracking chimes before deciding it was all rubbish and the apparitions had been part of his dreams and was about to climb back in bed after twelfth chime when a beautiful amber haired green eyed ghost wearing a plain white ankle length gown appeared at the foot of his bed. He openly stared for a moment before the ghost walked around the bed and with a grim expression slapped him across the face.

"Ow! What was that for?" Scrooge exclaimed holding the side of his face that now had a lovely red handprint on it.

"I am the ghost of Christmas past. Are you ready to hear what I have to say or would you rather just stare at me longer." The ghost said eerie voice rather annoyed. Scrooge not taking the hint answered,

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"Take a picture it'll last longer, but you wont be able to ogle women when your dead you sexist jerk." The ghost was openly glaring now and looked about to storm away at one more mishap in Scrooges part.

"Okay! Okay! Tell me your lesson then would you?!" Scrooge didn't seem to be aware that that remark was extremely rude.

"Ask nicely."

"No."

"You will ask nicely or I'll leave and then you'll die by morning."

"Fine… Ghost of Christmas past… will you… err… please… um… teach me what you have come to err… teach me?" The ghost seemed to find this expectable, for she nodded and held out her hand.

"Take my hand and I shall show you." Scrooge winked at her as he took her had and she glared at him but flew them out the window anyway. They flew over the wintry landscape of the town but as they flew the town changed. Only in minor ways like a shop that was there when they left wasn't there anymore and a few signs changed.

"Where are we going?" Scrooge asked the ghost shivering from the cold.

"The past of course!" And with that they dived downwards scrooge shutting his eyes tightly as if afraid but clearly enjoying this very much. They landed outside a building brightly lit with music wafting outside when a young man opened the door for some fresh air. The ghost caught the door and they went inside. No one seemed to see them because as the ghost told Scrooge upon being asked, they couldn't see or hear them. All around them couples were dancing on a large wooden floor to merry Christmas music and others were sitting at tables laughing and clapping along. Suddenly Scrooge stopped staring dead white at one couple dancing in the middle of the floor.

"But that isn't possible! I'm here I cant be there, and… Oh no… no… Marie!" His face contorted to that of anguish.

"Yes that is your lost love who you left in favor money." Said the ghost of Christmas past.

"Oh no its not that… I never loved her. In fact I murdered her for her money. I remember it like it was yesterday… actually it was yesterday…"

"No scrooge that's just you greed ruined mind playing tricks on you. You did love her. You loved her dearly."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"No I didn't."

"YES YOU DID!" The ghost screeched at him.

"How would you know? You're not me."

"I know because I'm the friggin' all knowing ghost of Christmas past."

"How can you be all knowing if you only know the past?"

"Shut up."

"Yes dear."

"And so fed up with Scrooge the ghost of Christmas past took Scrooge home and left hoping never to have to see that dreadful man again."