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years ago now.
    “You ran Ebenezer, and those things did their work.  I was unconscious so I never saw what they did but these scars remind me about what happened,” he said accusingly.
    “There was nothing I could do,” muttered Scrooge as he stepped backwards.
    “The Bank was overrun and those undead beasts were biting and killing all around us.  We should have left but you chose to go back for the box.  I saw them strike you and they ran from the Bank.  I don’t know to this day if the Army caught them or not,” he said before looking back at the Spirit.
    “What of the box?  If you know so much, tell me the whereabouts of that box?”
    “Ah, indeed.  The box is not important it is what is inside.  The artefact holds a terrible secret and we, no, you were lucky that day.  If the artefact should ever reach the basement of that Bank,” he said wolfishly.
    “What?  What will happen?” begged Scrooge.
    The Spirit said nothing; it simply stared at Scrooge whilst the frightened man attempted to regain his composure.
    “I could still be dreaming you wretched thing.  I do not believe you, not one word!  You are trying to scare me with parlour tricks and lies!” cried Scrooge, though the tone in his voice suggested otherwise.
    But how much greater was his horror, when the phantom taking off the bandage round its head, as if it were too warm to wear indoors, its lower jaw dropped down upon its breast like the jaw from mighty monster of ancient myth.
    For a moment Scrooge thought he might be standing in front of the walking dead once more, the hanging limbs, sagging jaw were all signs of the creatures he had already seen.  This one however was with sinister purpose and terrifying in ways that the undead never were.  Unlike the walking dead, this deathly thing seemed to be focusing all of its malevolent attention onto him.
    Scrooge fell upon his knees, and clasped his hands before his face.
    “Mercy!” he said. “Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me?”
    “Man of the worldly mind!” replied the Ghost, “do you believe in me or not?”
    “I do,” said Scrooge. “I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me?  I know I am a successful businessman and that my very endeavours already help many through our well funded institutions.  Why then are ghostly visions coming to see me in particular?  I am to experience a particularly significant or valuable fate that demands warning?” he asked.
    The Spirit looked surprised for a moment, perhaps thinking that Scrooge may understand more than he expected before realising that his words were simply repeating his own high opinions of himself and his business dealings.
    “It is required of every man,” the Ghost returned, “that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world—oh, woe is me!—and witness what it cannot share, but might have shared on earth, and turned to happiness!”
    “Your argument makes no sense, man.  You suggest that as a punishment for not being frivolous with money, and not travelling enough, we must be punished in death with these anchors of metal?  That is balderdash, sir!  So if I travelled far and wide, as a sailor might, then I am doomed to an eternity of doing nothing?  By your definition I already have the better of the options.”
    Again the spectre raised a cry, and shook its chain and wrung its shadowy hands.
    “You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?  Are you here for your sins or to complain about the hard work that I do and the good I bring this world through my successes?” he demanded.
    “I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the Ghost. “I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Look at it! Look at the fine work and