Scrooge's diary
Scrooge’s Diary
My Diary
The last of the Spirits
Tonight the last of the spirits came.
The Ghost, it looked nothing but dreadful, mysterious, foreboding and ghastly. It was like a shadow leading me to the future. His transparent hands pointed to the places he wanted to show me but never said a word, as he was mute.
Since I had met the Ghost I felt something wicked, awful, deadly and wrong was going to happen.
Visit to the City and the Man’s Funeral
The spirit took me to the City, where I overheard three men talking about someone who had died. They said he was miserly, greedy and uncharitable person. It must be a person like me I thought. They said there was a funeral, other ladies said that they were only going if there was free lunch. What a nasty thought they had it was so meloncholy for the man.
Visit to the pawn brokers.
Later on he took me to old joe the pawnbroker, where the Charwoman, Laundress and the Undertaker were and they were selling the man’s possessions to Old Joe. The Charwoman sold the bed curtains, sheets and night clothes. The laundress sold sheets, towels, clothes teaspoons,sugar tongs and boots. The undertaker sold the seal, pencil-case, sleeve buttons and brooches they should be ashamed of themselves. Selling someone’s possessions, it’s like the worst thing you would do. What did that man do wrong? I didn’t now.
I was desperate to see some tenderness connected with a death but, instead of being taken to see the dead man’s family, I was transported to the house of grieving Crachits. I should have given Bob more pay and time off ! I feel so sorry for Tiny Tim. How could I have been so penny- pinhing ? At the moment I found out that Tiny Tim was dead, I was disonsolate. The poor, poorboy. God bless him !
The final visit was the most terrifying and the most life changing: I foresay my own death and faced my lonely grave, it was far away from the other grave’s, between the
My Diary
The last of the Spirits
Tonight the last of the spirits came.
The Ghost, it looked nothing but dreadful, mysterious, foreboding and ghastly. It was like a shadow leading me to the future. His transparent hands pointed to the places he wanted to show me but never said a word, as he was mute.
Since I had met the Ghost I felt something wicked, awful, deadly and wrong was going to happen.
Visit to the City and the Man’s Funeral
The spirit took me to the City, where I overheard three men talking about someone who had died. They said he was miserly, greedy and uncharitable person. It must be a person like me I thought. They said there was a funeral, other ladies said that they were only going if there was free lunch. What a nasty thought they had it was so meloncholy for the man.
Visit to the pawn brokers.
Later on he took me to old joe the pawnbroker, where the Charwoman, Laundress and the Undertaker were and they were selling the man’s possessions to Old Joe. The Charwoman sold the bed curtains, sheets and night clothes. The laundress sold sheets, towels, clothes teaspoons,sugar tongs and boots. The undertaker sold the seal, pencil-case, sleeve buttons and brooches they should be ashamed of themselves. Selling someone’s possessions, it’s like the worst thing you would do. What did that man do wrong? I didn’t now.
I was desperate to see some tenderness connected with a death but, instead of being taken to see the dead man’s family, I was transported to the house of grieving Crachits. I should have given Bob more pay and time off ! I feel so sorry for Tiny Tim. How could I have been so penny- pinhing ? At the moment I found out that Tiny Tim was dead, I was disonsolate. The poor, poorboy. God bless him !
The final visit was the most terrifying and the most life changing: I foresay my own death and faced my lonely grave, it was far away from the other grave’s, between the