Chapter 4
Frollo sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes getting increasingly heavier and his bones getting weary. He knew what was going to happen was unstoppable so he was just to wait for it happen.
It finally came. The room got incredibly cold, like a block of ice had been dropped into the room. The dark somehow got darker, Frollo couldn't see ahead of his nose. All of a sudden, a pair of wicked red eyes appeared and started getting closer.
"Stay back!" snarled Frollo, reaching for a weapon.
Frollo fell back and landed on some cold grass. He was shocked to realize he'd transported yet again, this time to a miserable looking cemetery There was a sinister mist surrounding the place but Frollo could still see that his current ghost was a hunched figure. It was dressed in a cloak, it's red eyes peering out of the hood and the bony hands gripping its scythe.
"Well what now?" asked Frollo impatiently.
The Ghost slowly lifted it's arm and pointed outwards. Frollo looked and saw MacGuffin and his wife. They were knelt next to a grave crying and holding each other close.
"Vincent I presume?" said Frollo, turning to the Ghost.
The Ghost seemed to be nodding. He (at least Frollo presumed it was a male) turned to another grave and pointed sinisterly at the headstone. Frollo looked at it and gasped.
"This is my grave..." he said in shock, "Wait...this grave is empty.."
Suddenly, he was hit in his back with a heavy force and tumbled into the grave. As he fell, everyone went dark around him and he lost all of his senses.
"AAH!" screamed Frollo, sitting up awake in his room.
His room looked just as it had the night before except now the morning light was shining in dimly, the snow falling softly and slowly past his windows. Frollo wiped the sweat of his forehead and sighed.
Frollo knocked on the door, his hands cold and clammy from the harsh winter weather. Carrying a ham in one hand was easy either.
MacGuffin's wife opened the door. Her hair was done up neatly, her face looking more pleaseant than he remembered.
"Oh hello Judge Frollo" she said with a note of fear in her voice.
"I brought you some ham. Your husband doesn't need to come in today, everyone deserves a rest. Merry Christmas" Frollo said hastily, giving her the ham and turning to leave.
"Would you care to join us?" she asked.
"I suppose..."replied Frollo hesitantly.
That is how Frollo learned that there were more important things in life than getting rid of the Gypsies. Too bad he'd forget that next year.
THE END