The ghost suddenly appeared from behind the bed curtains, rattling the old Ethernet cables dangling from its arms.
“Wh-who-who are you?” Scrooge gasped.
“I am your old IT guy, Jacob Marley. The one who left to take a job at that hot start-up…”
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to warn you, Scrooge,” the ghost moaned emphatically. “You must see the error of your ways. Your hardworking