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Marshall Lee is a ghost hunter. He has hunted ghosts forever and he probably will keeping doing it forever. His parents abandoned him when he was 5, just left him at the orphanage door, all alone and waiting.
The orphanage was where Marshall's career started, when he was age 9 to be exact.
Stony Creek's Home for Abandoned Children was not a new establishment. As it was built in 1897 as one of the finest orphanages in upper New Hampshire.
For many years, the facility was well taken care of, and all children were accepted. Needless to say, It's glory days were far behind it. In 1996, nearly it's 100th year anniversary, the now old building's faded, red brick was crumbling down the sides. The windows were cracked at the edges, and the panes smudged. The once grand yard was overgrown with many types of weeds, and the outright appearance of the place was outright terrifying.
But still, the once grand, now overgrown orphanage in a little behind the times town named Briar Grove, seemed like the perfect place to abandon a 5 year old boy.
Now Marshall didn't exactly know he was being abandoned by his parents, he just knew that he was going to be away from mommy and daddy for a while.
But, awhile can last for a very, very long time.
Somewhere, in the year 1985, a little 5 year old boy cries for his parents, alone in a dark room with no one to comfort him except the silence, and the remnants of the past in the walls.
Young Marshall sits and wonders, wonders if he will ever see his beloved parents again .
Flash Forward a couple of years to the year 1989, little Marshall's now 9.
He wakes up to see the light pouring in through his small window in his quarters. He looks around. The only other thing in the room is a small metal dresser, for him to put the small amount of clothes he has in.
Marshall yawns, feeling quite tired still, as yesterday was chore day at the orphanage. But still he's excited, and a little bit confused at the same time, because he's figured out something.
Marshall Lee is not normal. Nor he is abnormal.
Marshall Lee can communicate with ghosts, or the clinging presences of lost people, to be more exact.
He had just learned this interesting tidbit the day before, when a basement exposition with the other orphans went a little too far, with old storage rooms being rediscovered.
Stoney Creek was a haunted building in one very haunted town.