Marshall was awakened from his underground "crib" he called it. He immediately got up ruffling his hair. His alarm clock went about 10 seconds after he arose. He punched it as soon as he could sending it flying into his brick wall. He floated off of the bed his eyes still closed. He felt around for his toothbrush and brushed the spider webs off of his fangs. He chomped once or twice then smirked. He shivered a little. "mm...cold." he murmured. He's been asleep for 200 years. The last time he haunted he was just a little 939 year old boy. Small chap...only about 3'6" at that age. He haunted during the civil war. It was quite fun until his parents were killed by Abraham Lincoln. The so called "Greatest president of all time,"...please... He decided to go into a deep slumber and now he's back. 1139 years old. Come to think of it, he can finally drive legally now, hah, who would have though. Marshall grabbed his ax-bass, and floated off towards his door, which lead to the sewer, which lead to a ladder to the streets of...what ever town it was now. He was pretty sure it was October 31st. He couldn't wait to see what had changed in the last 200 years. He was hoping he would see some old friends.