Disclaimer- everything that I don't own is not mine.

Authors note- Last chapter! Hope you liked it! I'm going to put up a cast list too hope it amuses you.

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-The last ghost-

Suddenly Scrooge was back in bed in his own home. He sat up in his bed sweating and looking around franticly. Where was the ghost of Christmas past? Once again doubt crept into his mind.

"It was probably all a dream… Yes, a dream." This reassured him a bit and he glanced out the window to see that the moon was gone from the sky and it was turning a bleak gray.

"Finally morning." Just as scrooge was once again feeling himself and ready to start a new day of work sickly looking mist came in through the window wrapping around his wrists and pulling him outside.

"AHHH I'M BEING ATTACKED MY MUTANT MAN EATIONG FOG!!!" Scrooge screamed as he was pulled into the old city graveyard.

"No one answered his pleas for help and fearful screams as he was dropped at the foot of a tall-" The narrator stopped trying to find a better adjective. "Err… Small but still intimidating black cloaked figure.

"What is it you want of me?!" Scrooge said in a shaky yet commanding tone. He was answered with cold silence.

"What are you deaf? I asked what you want of me!" Scrooge was on the point of hysteria but all the spectral form did was shake its ghostly head.

"Oh… Your mute." Scrooge corrected himself. The ghost didn't react to this at all, which scrooge took as agreement.

"So, charades then?" Scrooge asked. The ghost still didn't react.

"WHAT THEN?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! MONEY?!" Still the silence stretched on, and the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon. Scrooge had seemingly failed his test and a large swirling portal of mist grew behind the last ghost, which raised one skeletal hand and beckoned scrooge forward.

Scrooge backed away looking for an escape but the mist came forward wrapping around him like chains and dragging him off to the portal. Scrooge looked down at the mist and sighed.

"I thought I was going to get chains like bob and parsley! Lousy sickle pinching death specter… To cheap to even give me proper chains!" With those parting words scrooge was dragged off into the swirling gray portal of doom and the specter followed after as the portal closed behind them leaving no trace that they had ever been there and random people broke into scrooges house taking their opportunity to seize his valuable possessions and loads of money. The narrator came forward just finishing stuffing a handful of gallons in one of many bulging pockets.

"Well I'm sure we all learned a valuable lesson today. Don't be greedy or you'll be annoyed by ghosts interrupting your beauty sleep and then pulled into a swirling vortex of doom."

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