I was back in my bed chamber, I had forgotten the time. But I knew there was 1 Sprit yet to come...Then he appeared to me, he was dressed in a long black robe with a hood that concealed its head. Within the darkness of the hood, I could not even see a hint of the ghost's face. I tried to explain to him that I was ready to see what ever he had to show me but he did not reply. I was frightend at the ghosts' silence. Then suddenly we were at a city, I didnt reconize it. The Sprit pointed a way, gesturing me to listen to a bunch of conversations. I heard them speak of a man that died that morning and they said that noone would be at the funeral. I knew this was the Sprit of christmas' yet to come so I searched for my face but I couldn't find myself. Then the spirit took me down the road to a group of three poorer people, each with bundles of things. The bundles were filled with stuff from a dead man's room. They all sold what they had and then went on their way. Then the Sprit took me to the Cratchits house, it was cold and sad. Their waiting for Bob to come home, he seems to be walking a bit slower these past few nights, even though he could easily run with tiny tim on his shoulder. When Bob walks in he says he has found a nice green spot to burry Tim, then he bursts out in tears. After a talk about Bob meeting with Fred, the eldest son goes to work and the whole family never will forget their youngest, Tiny Tim. I asked the sprit of the identity of the dead man he heard about earlier, He lead me through the city to answer my question. First we passed my office, I was not working there, then he lead me to the cemetary. And pointed to a grave. I began to realize what was happening and I asked "Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of the things that May be only?" I asked him many questions but the only thing he did was point to a grave.I look at the headstone with fear and I read my own name. Then I swore to the Sprit I would change my ways! Then he left me....and that was the end of the sprits...
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