#hailmcry

Michael was walking out of the house he lived his entired life. Sure, he wasn’t a good boy all the time but he had tried. And killing these people, that was an instict. And this priest definteily deserved it. Making him nervous by swinging his wooded cross around in his room. It was burning in his ears, what else was he supposed to do? But his grandma had enough, she kicked him out and Michael was a mess. 

god i love mary’s biological true grandmother who totally gave birth to the langdon children

                            the sound of the basement door opening sends a chill down dead woman’s spine. “ - - mary ? ” frown pulls at the corner of her mouth, hand moving to her hip. “and just where have you been hiding ? ” she asks as if she doesn’t know, child is not as good as she thinks when it comes to sneaking around. vivien smiles, but there is worry just beneath the surface, tate and hayden lurk just below the floorboards. the basement. the pit : it is dark, the smell of blood and rot. darkness radiates from it.

tate had never seen such a familiar face in his life. not only did it resemble his own, but it held hints of violet as well. god, did he miss her. but he’d been told that she was pregnant, and he felt that his own child had been ripped away from him despite the fact that he’d never met her before - but he could tell, just looking at this little girl. for a while he watched from a distance, not wanting to reveal himself to her yet or get too close. slowly but surely, though, he began to make his presence known, until he finally allowed himself to be seen. “hey, sweetie,” he’d decided that the back yard was a good place to start, that way he could pretend to have just wandered in from another house on the block. “whatcha playing with there? dollies?”