He was back in his room again. The friendly giant had disappeared.
Suddenly he heard the clock strike midnight. Scrooge jumped with fright, before him was a hooded specter.
The imposing figure just stood and stared at the old man.
And try as he might, Scrooge could not make out its features. It was enough to freeze one's blood.
Terrified, the old man whispered in a quavering voice, “You are the Spirit of Christmas Future, aren't you?”
The figure said nothing.