Jon-Jon Jeremy Johnston, bread delivery boy, and most depressed child in London, walked down the street through the fog delivering bread. He was an orphan, and no one cared. He lived in an alleyway across the street from where he got his bread. He made almost no money, and lived off of rats he captured and cooked himself.
Jon checked his list. "Sammers, done, Hurdles, done, Scrooge...that’s next." He shoved the list in his pocket. He grabbed two French baguettes from his basket, and went up to Mr. Scrooges door.
The mansion always spooked him out, for it was big, black, and empty. But today was even more creepy, because Jon could have sworn, that through the fog, there was a faint green glow coming from one of the upstairs windows.
Jon swallowed, and grabbed the door knocker. He knocked twice and waited.
Jon got worried. Mr. Scrooge normally didn’t make him wait this long.
"M-Mr. Scrooge?" Jon called out. "It’s Jon! With your bread! Can I come in?"
"I-I’ll come in now, Mr. Scrooge!" Jon called once more before opening the door.
A waft of cold air rushed outside when Jon opened the door, and he shivered. He walked slowly down the stairs to where Scrooge kept his food. He opened the cupboard and put the bread in it. As he trudged up the stairs, he heard a crash and a yell from upstairs.
Jon jumped in fear. He looked, terrified, up the stairs.
"Mr. Scrooge?!" he called in terror. "A-are you alright?!"
He heard moaning and what sounded like chains clanking in response.
Jon looked longingly at the door before running up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"I’m coming, Mr. Scrooge, I’m coming!!" he yelled. "Just hang on, I’m coming!"
As he ran up the flights of stairs, the greenish glow came from above him. This scared Jon to death, but he kept running up. The moaning and clanking continued, but Jon kept going.
More yells came, and they sounded like Mr. Scrooge. That scared Jon, but he kept running.
Why does Mr. Scrooge’s house have so many floors? he thought.
Finally, Jon reached the door. He froze
Green mist was coming out from under the partly open door.
Jon stood in fear at the green fog. What is that? he thought. He peeked his head through the door and stared.
Mr. Scrooge was huddled on his chair. He was staring with a face frozen in fear at...a ghost? Jon shook his head in confusion. He had been told that there were no such things as ghosts. But there was one standing in front of him.
"Scroooooooooooge!!" the ghost moaned.
"Spirit, leave, please!!" Scrooge whimpered.
The ghost stopped. He put his hand on his hip. "Sheesh, Scrooge. It’s me, Marley." he shook his head. "Don’t you recognize me?"
Scrooge looked long and hard at Marley. Then he gasped in delight.
"MARLEY!!" he yelled in happiness. That surprised Jon, for Mr. Scrooge was never happy.
"SCROOGE!!" Marley yelled back, and ran toward Scrooge, but fell flat on his face, falling through the floor. Scrooge froze and stared at the place where Marley disappeared.
"Ow." came faintly through the floor. "Hope this wasn’t expensive."
Jon was very confused. Scrooge appeared to be also.
"Marley?" he called out. "Are you alright?"
A crash came from downstairs, and Jon winced.
"Yeah, I’m okay, but this chandelier isn’t." the response came. Another crash, another wince, this time from Scrooge.
"Well, do you need help?" Scrooge asked.
"No, but the chandelier does."
Suddenly, Jon felt the urge to sneeze. He did, and Scrooge whipped his head toward the door. He stalked toward Jon and pulled the door open, causing Jon to fall into Mr. Scrooges room.
"BOY!!" Scrooge roared. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING?!"
"M-M-Mr. S-Scrooge, s-sir." Jon stammered in fear. "I-I was b-bringing y-your b-bread, sir."
"THE BREAD GOES DOWNSTAIRS IN THE CUBOARD!!" Scrooge yelled."WHY DO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT?!"
"S-sir, I- heard y-you sc-screaming, an-and I hea-heard a crash- I w-wanted to be su-sure you were al-alright, s-sir." Jon murmured.
Scrooge looked at him, confused. "You- were...worried about me?"
Marley pulled himself up through the floor, and stood up panting.
"Right-o, I came to-" he stopped and stared at Jon. "What is he doing here?"
Scrooge looked at Jon, then at Marley. "He’s, uh, my delivery boy. He wanted to be sure I was okay." he looked closely at Jon. "You an orphan, boy?"
"Does someone take care of you?"
Jon shook his head.
Scrooge looked into the distance, thinking. Then his face lit up.
"Uh, Scrooge? Right, there’s a ghost coming at-" Marley started.
"Say no more, my friend!!" Scrooge said delightedly. "I’m a changed man!! I will help this boy, and all the boys and girls of London!!"
Marley’s jaw dropped. "You’ll- say what?!"
"You heard me!!" Scrooge laughed in giddiness.
Jon stared at Scrooge.
Marley stared at Scrooge. "Hold up. You mean to say, that I rounded up the three most powerful ghost of all time to try and make you not-so much of a crotchety old man, and you don’t need them?!"
Scrooge nodded. "Sure, let’s go with that."
Marley shrugged. "Okay! Welp, I’m out!" He dissolved into mist and vanished.
The next few months went very well for all the children of London. They were given food, clothing, and Scrooge even let them live in his mansion. Scrooge became a happier man, and was a father to all of these children. Jon still delivered bread, but he was happy to keep doing that. Jon was Scrooge’s favorite of all the children, and they spent lots of time together. And so, we end our story, with warm, full, and happy children.