The Ghost of Christmas Past floated into the chamber where his brothers waited. “So, do we get this Christmas off or what?” He asked.

The Ghost of Christmas Present looked up from the documents he was reading. “You can’t be serious. Look around the present occasionally. If you noticed current events instead of always looking into the past, you’d know we are needed more than ever before.”

“Well, who do we visit this year? After that green beast in Whoville and the miser in London, we are due for an easy one.” He looked towards their third brother.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come simply pointed at the largest Blood Ledger that any of them had ever seen.

“Who the blazes does that belong to?” He said, his translucent jaw hanging open.

Christmas Yet to Come mutely pointed at the cover of the ledger. Christmas Past groaned and rattled his chains. “Oh dear. We are in for a long night.”

The Ghost of Jacob Marley moaned to himself as he floated through the halls of the house of his new target. He thought that, after assisting in the haunting of his former business partner, he would have been free to move on. But no, here he was about to haunt yet another businessman.

Jacob did feel honored to participate in this particular haunting, though. He took in the beauty of this very important and historic house. The mix of antique paintings and furniture and newer décor was breath-taking. He readied himself and floated through one final wall. As he entered the Oval Office and faced the man behind the desk, Jacob began moaning and rattling his chains in earnest.

The man behind the desk shouted, “You’re just a Fake Ghost! Get out!”

Jacob Marley rattled his chains even loader. This was bound to be a long night.

I knew who he was. I knew exactly what he's done. I knew what he will do. No one could love him. No one cared about him. No one noticed him. He was the grumpy old man down the street. He sphated everything and everyone. But when he said he hated Christmas. That, that right there, I took it personal. I didn't meant to kill him. I just couldn't handle it any longer. He never knew it was coming. He never could've prepared. But he was an old humbug that no one missed. That's why I don't feel bad for killing the human Grinch stuck in my life.