Chapter Four: The Last of the Spirits
The figure that Osborn saw was dressed all in black, and only two large white eyes could be seen. The figure was muscular, and stood over Osborn, draping him in the figure's shadow.
"Are you the ghost of Christmas Future?" Osborn asked.
The spirit nodded its head.
"Please speak to me." Osborn requested. "What will happen to Benjy Parker?"
The spirit pointed several feet away where the Parker family was. Mary Jane was standing there solemnly as she comforted her two children, and May stood there as well with tears streaming down her face. As they walked off, Peter stayed, holding the little crutch Benjy had used, clutching it tight, and a tear of his own falling down his face. He then set it near the tombstone as Osborn understood what had happened.
"Oh no, dear heaven let it not be." Osborn said as he felt for his poor clerk. "Spirit, I didn't mean for this to happen. Tell me these events can still be changed."
Suddenly, he heard two men laughing. One had dark brown hair and very young and moderately muscular while the other had black hair, a rather plain face and middle-aged.
"I've never seen a funeral like this before." The man with dark brown hair said.
"Yeah." His friend said. "No mourners. No friends to bid him farewell."
"Oh well." The first man said. "Let's rest a minute before we fill it in. He's not going anywhere."
They walked off as Osborn at the spirit approached the grave.
"Whose lonely grave is this?" Osborn asked nervously as the spirit pointed down, and Osborn read on the tombstone his own name, "Norman Osborn."
Osborn then looked up to see that a mouth had appeared on the spirit. A mouth filled with sharp teeth that could rend through flesh and a long slimy tongue poking out.
"Why yours, Norman." The spirit said with a wicked grin. "The richest man in the cemetery!"
The spirit pushed Osborn in as he grabbed a tree root for dear life as the spirit only laughed. When Osborn looked down, the coffin opened, and red hot fire was spilling out of it.
"Oh no!" Osborn called out. "No!"
Osborn suddenly lost his grip on the root and fell into the coffin while the spirit laughed, and Osborn screamed, "I'll change! I'LL CHANGE…!"
Then, all was darkness.
Well that was short sweet, and terrifying.