Barely had he the time to regain his composure when Scrooge got hit by a great chill that made him feel cold from inside. A thick fog surrounded him very quickly, masking every surrounding and making the atmosphere more oppressing than it already was. That is when he noticed a new presence. Very worrisome, somber, silent, faceless and yet he felt it was staring at him, looming over him. Seeming to be both a specter and a shadow. This being did not speak, so Scrooge, as afraid as he was, did it for it. "You are the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, aren't you?..."

A Christmas Carol, Ebenezer Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come © Charles Dickens
Drawing © me