A/N:

Thank you for all your great reviews!

I am sorry I have not updated in a long while; College has been eating up all my free time. The good news is that I break up for Christmas holidays tomorrow from College so I have more time to write. Yay!!

Some more good news is that I will be posting a new "Alvin and the Chipmunks" fanfic story really soon called "It's All In Your Head, Alvin" It will be my first Romance/Tragedy fanfic! Go to my profile to read the full summary on the story.

Christmas is drawing ever so closer! Less than 9 days till Christmas! I hope I can finish this story before Christmas day.

Just to remind all who have forgotten, Simon Scrooge was visited by his dead partner, Jacob Marley, in the last chapter. Marley told Simon that he would be visited by three spirits. This chapter is the first ghost; The Ghost of Christmas Past.

Well, enough of my blabbering, here is Chapter 3!

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Simon Scrooge went straight to bed when Marley had vanished from his dark and quiet bedroom. He slept in his four-poster bed, tossing and turning. He dreamt that he was sitting on a huge big pile of gold. The pile of gold was at least six feet high and Simon was sitting on top of, feeling like a king. Suddenly, Marley walked into the room. He looked up at Simon, who was throwing the gold in the air in joy, and frowned. Marley made a coughing sound. Simon looked down at the source of the sound and saw his dead partner.

"Marley?" Simon couldn't figure out why his dead friend was standing before him. "What are you doing here, old friend?"

"Scrooge," Marley's voice was not distant; it was clear and firm. "You cannot have all of this money!" Marley gestured to the big pile of gold Simon was sure was his own thrown.

"Marley, this is my gold!" Scrooge said angrily. "I can have whatever I want"

"You may say that now, old friend" Marley was disappearing into thin air. "But, in time, you will see the errors of your ways" And with that, Marley disappeared. The pile of gold Simon was sitting on vanished in an instant. Simon fell and before he could hit the hard floor, he woke up.

Simon was sweating a little; his heart was pumping rather fastly. He laid his head on his pillow and tried to remember what he had just dreamt about. There was...money....no, gold....a big pile of gold....and....Marley was there....but, he wasn't a ghost....but then he started to vanish and he told me something....something about "my ways".... Simon came to the conclusion that what he dreamt about was nonsense. Sure Scrooge had money, but not "Gold" And, Marley! Why would he dream about Marley? Marley has been dead for seven years, today! The last time I talked to him was....

And suddenly, a great wave of shock washed over the rich chipmunk. The last time Marley had spoken to Scrooge was...tonight, Christmas Eve! Scrooge saw him in this very room. He was a ghost of course and he told Scrooge that he would be visited by...three spirits. The first ghost will appear when the first bell tolls one; at one o'clock in the morning the Scrooge will see the ghost of Christmas past.

Simon got out of his four-poster room. He glanced over at the huge grandfather clock in the corner of the bedroom; 12:30a.m. The ghost will appear in thirty minutes. Simon started to pace in a spot. Maybe he only thought he saw Marley. Maybe he dreamt the whole thing! Yeah, that's right! He dreamt the whole thing; he did have a weird dream only moments ago! I mean, let's think this logically, Simon thought. Ghosts are just physically not possible. I suppose I dreamt the whole thing through lack of sleep. I think I should get back to sleep now, anyway. Simon went back to his bed to try and get a restful sleep. But, no matter how hard he tried, Simon could not fall into the world of dreams.

12:45: The grandfather clock, chimed. Simon poked his head out of his four-poster bed curtains. Why am I searching the room? There's no such thing as ghosts!

12:55: The ghost will show in five minutes....no, it will not! There are no ghosts!

12:57: Simon finally fell to sleep.

1:00: "Ding Dong!" The grandfather clock chimed one bell. Nothing happened, that is, until a bright white light filled the air!

Simon awake in shock. His bed curtains were pulled so he couldn't see what was causing the bright light. Simon slowly pulled his bed curtains apart. The light blinded his eyes. It started to go dim in the room and Simon could see once more this weird phenomena. In front of him, gliding on air, was a young girl, no older than ten years old. The chipmunk girl had blonde hair in pigtails, green eyes that shone brightly and was wearing a white dress. Simon looked at her for a moment, not believing what he was seeing. Simon had seen Marley earlier!

"Well," said the chipmunk spirit in faint, airily and high-pitched voice. "Are you going to come and meet me or are you just going to sit there and stare at me?"

Simon was taken aback from the question but, he replied, none the less.

"Who are you?" Simon finally asked.

"Oh, me?" The girl asked pointing at herself. "I am a fairy from the land of fairies and I am here to turn you into a fairy" The girl replied, sarcastically.

"There's no need to be sarcastic!" Simon shouted. How dare this spirit be sarcastic to him! "I asked you a question and I deserve an answer"

"I will give you answer once you answer my question" The girl asked.

"What?" Simon blinked. "No! I deserve an answer to my question first!"

"My question is," The girl started to ask, ignoring Scrooge's outburst. "Are you happy with your money?"

"I don't need to answer that!" Simon shouted. "Answer my question!"

"Are you happy with all your money?" The girl did not get angry or upset. She merely stared at Scrooge and asked him again.

"Of course I am. Who wouldn't be?" Simon answered.

"That's all I need to know" The chipmunk girl glided closer to Simon.

"Now, you answer my question! Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?" The girl asked sarcastically.

"The ghost of Christmas past?" The girl's sarcastic voice was starting to get on Simon's nerves.

"One point to the miserable old miser" The spirit girl said as she put up one finger.

Simon ignored her comment. "Why are you here?" He asked.

"I am here to show you the memories of your previous Christmas's" The bedroom windows slammed open. Simon was sure he locked those windows.

"And how will you do that?" Simon said as he crossed his arms.

"Touch my hand and I will show you" The girl put her arm out for Simon to touch.

Simon slowly pulled out his arm and touched the spirits hand; it felt very weird.

In an instant the spirit started to pull forward towards the open windows. Simon tried to let go, but his hand would not let go; it was stuck.

"Let go of me, Spirit!" Simon shouted, desperately, trying with all his might to be released.

"There's no use" The spirit replied. "You're stuck"

And at that point, the spirit and Simon flew out of the open window and into the cold night air. Simon was shocked to see that he was not falling; he was flying!

"S-S-Spirit!" Simon said, stuttering from his fear of heights. "Where are we going?"

"To the past, Scrooge" the spirit answered. "To the past..."

A/N:

Yes, the ghost of Christmas past is Eleanor Miller from The Chipettes!

I hope you all enjoyed this Chapter! This is the longest chapter so far!

OK, so remember to check out the summary for my new "Alvin and the Chipmunks" fanfic "It's All In Your Head, Alvin" on my profile! And, don't forget to review! They keep me writing!

Hopefully I will have Chapter 4 up tomorrow; I'm not making any promises though.