Disclaimer: I do not own TDI or the book A Christmas Carol, and you should know that, so why are you reading this?

Today was the worst day ever! Ugh! We went to the mall but it was raining and my dad took the car so we had to walk and we got sidetracked and it took us 2 hours! We took the bus home and I seriously needed a shower and the hot water was used up!! Ok, enough of my problems, let's get on with the story!

If you paid attention to the story then you probably know who the third ghost is. I already used all the characters exept this one. Or I think I did.

The third ghost's arrival was so quiet that Heather didn't notice her. She was simply reading as fast as she could and trying to keep her mind off this whole adventure. It was only when the room got deathly cold again that she spun around, looking for her next visitor.

The sun had just set, so it was hard to make out the figure of this last ghost. As she squinted to try to see, it came into pain view. Dressed in black and teal green and her hair the same colors, she was very pale, and unsmiling.

Heather stood up and walked over to her. "Let me guess: You are the ghost of Christmas yet to come."

She nodded. "I'm Gwen, and the last ghost to visit you. You have tonight with me. I don't like to talk much, so come on," she said in a hoarse voice.

Knowing it was useless to try to argue, Heather took Gwen's hand and they disappeared together.

They went to a dirty little alley, with few people that Heather didn't recognize. Gwen pointed to them. Heather strained to hear the conversation.

"Did'ya hear? She's dead!"

"Really?"

"Yea!"

"All for the better, I suppose. She did no good but sit around all day counting her money and taking it from people. An old witch."

"And people are stealing her valubles, too. A friend of mine went with them."

A fourth man came, with some money, and jewelery too. Heather couldn't help but notice that the person had really good taste.

"Hey, I bought this off Will, it's what was lying around her house."

"I guess that old hag is finally getting what she deserves."

The four burst out laughing. Heather turned to the ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

"What........what does this all mean?"

Gwen spoke only four words before sending them off somewhere else. "You figure it out."

The corpse was hidden under a bunch of blankets. It gave off a feeling. Though Heather couldn't figure it out yet, she assumed that it was the same dead person that the others were talking about earlier.

Gwen reached out a pale hand to remove the blankets.

"N-n-no!"

She looked at Heather, almost as pale as her now.

"I....I just don't like dead things!"

She nodded. "Let's go then."

They were sent to a family in a house that Heather knew that she haven't met, even by the slightest chance. Not trying to provoke Gwen to tell her anything, she listened, trying to solve this mystery.

"Oh, thank god!"

"What, dad?"

"She's dead!"

"Who?"

"You know, the one who's name we do not speak of in this house!"

"Really? That means you don't owe money anymore!"

"Yes! I know!"

Heather was as confused as ever. "Take us somewhere else!" she begged, feeling her brain was overwhelming with questions that the ghost would not answer. "Something....not connected to this!"

Gwen nodded. "If you wish."

Finally, people Heather had known. The same family that Izzy had shown her, Harold's.

They were standing near a gravestone, all of them exept for little Ezekiel. The mother was crying, and Harold bent down to the grave, a rather small one, and said, "Bye Zeke. May you rest in peace."

The family then left, leaving an astonished Heather. "Ezekiel?"

She walked up to it. "So this is his fate." She did not mean it as a question or even an accusation, just a statement.

Gwen motioned for her to follow and they were sent to possibly the most horrifying scene of them all.

Another grave. Gwen pointed to it, unsmiling. It was a poor one, no doubt hardly worth a funeral. Heather did not want to approach it, for her gut feeling told her not to.

"Gwen, please, before I look, what is this about? This, can it change? Or is this.........just...going to happen?" she said, the words coming to her as fast as she could speak them.

The ghost said nothing, and simply pointed to the grave.

Slowly, she approached the stone. On the slab, read the two words that would change everything for her. HEATHER SCROOGE.

She gasped. Read the rest. 1995- 2015. Murdered. Mean Person.

"No.........

"No! It's not! That person is me?"

Everything came to her at once. She had only lived to be 20 years old. Her family did not mourn her death. The people that spoke ill of her, they were relieved to see her gone. And now, because of what she did, she must be an unremembered soul that no one would care to see again. She fell to her knees, in tears now. What could she do?

"Gwen..........it's me?"

"Yes."

"You have to tell me, what can I do? What should I do? My actions were wrong, they almost always have been, and you must tell me how I can change, how I can avoid this fate?"

She did not speak, but Heather didn't need her too. She had become an expert at figuring things out now.

"I can change, can't I? I can help the less fortunate, I can honor the spirit within everyone for Christmas." She was smiling now, as was Gwen. "I've been taught a lesson that I'll never forget! Thank you Gwen, I can do this!"

"You know, thank you, too."

Heather was surprised at the ghost finally speaking. "What do you mean?"

"I used to hate this job. Showing people these horrifying scenes and having them practically die of fright. You made it worth it. I changed over the years, because I couldn't stand having to hurt people like this. But you're happy now. I can see that I truly helped. Heather, I need to go now, you've learned your lesson, and your final chance won't be wasted, from what I can see. Good luck, and Merry Christmas."

"Wait, don't-"

But she was suddenly awake, staring up into the ceiling of her large bedroom.

OMG it is so late at night and I had to finish this. Don't worry, the last chapter will be posted tmrow for sure. Since I'm too tired to argue with Heather today, I'm just going to say R&R and a Merry late Christmas to all and to all a good night!