The Ghosts of Fleet Street
"I can't wait for later!" Billie screamed grabbing her friend's shoulders and jumping up and down. Billie was her name, but she preferred Bella. Her friend was a very mysterious one, always one for a scowl rather than a smile.
"Yes. Neither can I." She said coolly, thinking of all the stories of ghosts that they'd heard. Billie stopped jumping and looked at her suspiciously.
"Brandi." She barked, "What's wrong?" She drawled. Already assuming what was wrong. She was probably scared of the ghosts.
"Billie! I'm scared! What if something happens and we sort of…move on?!" Brandi panicked, her eyebrows shooting up, her body shaking like a leaf. Billie sighed, and looked at Brandi with her blue-green eyes, her brown hair flowing in the slight breeze.
"Just because it's the barbershop doesn't mean we'll…move on." She comforted, enveloping her best friend in a hug that she didn't return. She kept her brown eyes fixed on the barbershop that they would be inside of that night. A sleepover. Inside there? What was I thinking? She thought as she felt a raindrop splatter itself on her thick brown hair. She looked up just as another drop landed on her face.
"It's raining." She stated wincing away from a pellet that was headed towards her eye.
"I think we'll be going to the shops early." Billie whispered, "Oooooooooo." She moaned rolling her eyes.
Just then a flash of lightning illuminated the sky and Brandi screamed out in fear. Not of the lightning, but because she thought she saw a black figure standing by the window of the barbershop.
"What? It's only lightning." Billie yelled over the thunder, "Come on." They yelled as the rain hit their skin as they ran. They soon came to the old door to the pie shop, and they opened it with ease, since it was practically hanging off its hinges. Billie coughed. The place was covered in ten inches of dust.
"This is so dusty!" She complained as she sat down at an old booth. As soon as she did she bolted back up. "Something pinched me!" She yelped, rubbing her shoulder, where Brandi assumed she had been pinched.
"See?" She whispered, "There are ghosts here!" She cried pointing to Billie's direction, because she had just seen a shadow move behind her and out of sight. Brandi's head snapped around to behind her. She had just heard something. It sounded like singing. Very faint, but it was a woman singing.
"Billie, did you hear that?" She asked as she turned her head back around, but Billie wasn't there, "Billie?" She asked the empty air. Or supposedly empty air. Then, there was a horrific scream. A long drawn out scream from above her, that abruptly cut off. "BILLIE!!!!!" She screamed as she ran after the sound and into the shop upstairs.
There Billie was, huddling in a corner, underneath an old, dusty table. She was rocking back and forth singing something to herself.
"Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day." She sang in a quivering voice, she sang that over and over again, trying to sooth her fright, of whatever had happened. There was something wrong with her, though. This wasn't Billie. This was someone else. The voice was too deep. The stare was all wrong, too evil.
"Who are you?" Brandi asked in a shaking voice and soon the girl in front of her melted away, to the form of something bigger, something with wild hair. Sweeney Todd.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is who you are-" He was cut off by a female voice. Mrs. Lovett.
"And how you're going to get your friend back." She said as she put a hand on Sweeney's shoulder, and looked to Brandi, as she giggled in an evil tone.
