Being dead was a dull existence. Even being a ghost. Especially over a hundred years of it. At first, for Sweeney Todd it had been hilarious. People would come in, normally teenagers, to check out the abandoned shop, claiming it to be haunted. Sweeney took it upon himself to prove them right, but all he could really do was knock his old possessions over. Soon enough he got bored and the years dragged on.

Sometimes, [i]just[/i] sometimes, he wished Mrs. Lovett was around. Where had she gone anyway? Surely she'd still be around? Maybe burning her meant she couldn't stick around for some reason? He didn't mind all that much, she bloody well deserved it as far as he was concerned.

Throughout the years, the place got re-decorated time and time again, but nobody seemed to want to go near it. Not that he was particularly happy while they changed the place. They took the barber's pole from outside, his chair, everything that was meant to be a permanent fixture besides the window.

Although, when it got to the two-thousands they painted the frame a shiny white and the walls an off-white colour, which looked less like it would give people headaches than it did before, but he still didn't like it. It was too…light. Not that he could really do much about it except for complain to himself and the decorators, although they couldn't hear him. The only thing he did like was the nice, deep red carpet, simply because it was red and it looked soft. They painted the bedroom blue and put off-white coloured carpet in there and some blue curtains. It was much more to his tastes, darker and calmer, and the fact that it matched his trousers amused him somewhat.

The more bored he'd become, the more he'd found amusing, seeing as there was very little he could do to entertain himself. It was strange; people could hear him if he hit something or moved something, but not if he shouted at them, which pissed him off a little bit. However, it gave him the luxury of being able to grumble at people for however long he wanted without being told to shut up. He just wished there was some way of having a conversation with someone, anyone. Even if it was Toby!