With only three days till Christmas, it’s time for all those Scrooge’s in the world to rethink their ways. Before you ask, no, this is not going to be a series. This is just a seasonal one-off. Hope you enjoy!

Text:

Katherine Getty was, to put it bluntly, a rich bitch. Even before she had gotten her wealth she had been one, quite the nasty sort. With the acclimation of her wealth, it not only progressed her bitchyness but reinforced it. Now having all the money one could want she made sure to keep it locked away.

Not even her family got in on her take, party due to her tight wallet and her utter contempt for them. All she really had in life was herself, her company, and her money, all which she thought she needed. To her town, she was pretty much their Scrooge, save for her being quite young.

With the holiday season in full swing, it was obvious that Katherine was to be the last person to send out goodwill or money during this time. A fact that grew steadily apparent as the month of December progressed, with only a few days being left before Christmas Day.

Like always she tended to go to sleep later in the night, with it currently being close to midnight. Laying in her bed she passed the time by either reading a book or going over her financial records, as she was doing now.

With her Christmas tree being so bright she thought that it was a mix of deliriousness and strain from the lights upon seeing the woman. Though that was quickly disproven as began to walk toward her. In front of her was what looked like a rich lady from the past, dressed in white with perfect hair.

She looked too real to be but a trick of her mind, in fact, she was real, at least as real as a ‘ghost’ could be. Noticing her surprise the woman told Katherine what was up, “Before you ask, yes, I’m going to be your first guide over the next couple of days.”

Looking at her confused, she didn’t know what she meant by that, sensing her confusion she continued, “I suppose you don’t who or what I am. I’m quite surprised, I figured modern people like you would know by heart the story of ‘A Christmas Carol’ but what of it.”

“Anyway, I am your ghost of Christmas past or rather the ghost of Christmas past. I tend to change forms to better ‘comfort’ my assignment for this season. I figure we should get straight to the point. You and I know that you are a cold-hearted rich bitch, one that needs to learn the errors of her ways”

“As such you get to endure the first of many humiliating experiences over the next couple of nights. For this first one, I don’t really have much of a reason behind it, aside from lowering you down a peg. So, here we go.”

Suddenly Katherine felt her body shrink down, pajamas included. Now a tiny woman she could barely escape before the ghost picked her up and placed her on the ground. Too scared and confused about what was happening, she barely reacted as her foot was lifted above her.

She felt and saw as it crushed her into the ground, with her body being entirely squeezed of its air. Her entire body was now under this mammoth fleshy sole, she could do nothing, and all of her limbs became useless. Now she was just a sticker stuck to a ghost’s foot.

“This might seem odd, which it is, but this is the only way you’ll learn. It’s gotten quite hard to change people's ways by making them relive their pasts, so, we ghosts tried another method, evident here. Although, I’ll be the nicest one over the next couple of days, get ready to spend your nights not as a human. Anyway, enjoy the night on my foot.”

It took her a moment to process what she had heard, partly due to the muffling caused by her entire body being stuck under all her ‘weight,’ but once she had she began freaking out. This whole thing was bad already, how could anything be any worse than this?

She was squished against a sweaty sole, forced to take in all its smells, shrunk, flattened, unable to do anything, and had her mouth open when she was crushed. So, she was forced to taste this ghost’s foot with no way to stop. If this was the nicest form, how bad could the rest be?

Only the next few nights would tell. Now, she had all night to reflect on the past couple of minutes and her past, all while tasting and smelling her foot. As the seconds passed, she got more disgusted, and the taste of her sweat got worse, all Katherine could think about was what could be in store for her tomorrow. 

The image(s) used don’t belong to me and I will remove it at the behest of the copyright owner. I claim no ownership of the image. The main image used is found here: https://www.deviantart.com/mydnyte-soles/art/Ghost-Of-Christmas-Past-Barefoot-Marilyn-1-824601967