Day 3
"Tarly! TARLY!"
Sam sat up straight in his bed before he hid his head under the covers.
"You can not hide from me, Tarly!" the ghost of Dante Tarly declared, raising an arm covered in chains. "You must look upon me and see your own future! I wrought these chains in life and so too shall you through your acts! Tonight you will be visited by three more spirits and… damn it all, Tarly, stop cowering!" He flung out his hands and all of the sheets and covers on Sam's bed were flung off.
Sam, for his part, whimpered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to think about kissing a girl!"
"You… wait, you aren't Randall." Dante frowned, looking about before smacking his head. "Seven Hells, this is the wrong room!" He turned to Sam who cringed. "Listen, I'm sorry sport, but this is a mix-up…"
"Please don't smite me!" Sam wailed.
Before he could say a word another voice called out, "I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, I shall-"
Dante stopped the new ghost. "Wrong room, wrong room damn it!"