A signal to change
“WTF is going on tonight?” wondered Scrooge as he re-opened his laptop screen.
@GhXmasFuture: @EbScrooge your #future is #bleak. Beware!
“This is just getting ridiculous. What does a man have to do to get some peace and quiet?”
@GhXmasFuture: @EbScrooge you’ll get plenty of peace and quiet soon enough…#death #alone
Scrooge shivered from top to bottom as he read this tweet. This was certainly not something you wanted to read on a late cold night. Especially in a dark house like his.
Determined to stop this “nonsense” he closed the Twitter application. Now the mind-reading ghosts would not bother him again. And he could concentrate on his work.
But as he maximized his financial lists and got to counting again, his entire computer screen blacked-out. Slowly an image began to form. A poor home in which Bob’s family was still mourning over the loss of their young son. Then, his own home deserted and abandoned. With a graffiti sign out front stating with red letters “good riddance fat pig”. And finally, a tombstone in a forsaken graveyard with his name clearly marked out: “Eb. Scrooge, lived a miser and died alone” with a hand-written “at last” inserted next to it.