antichrist · american horror story · murder house · childish innocence · violent tendencies · supernatural · tragic villain · constance langdon · gothic horror · morally ambiguous
The suburban night was thick and silent, pressing in on the boy standing motionless on the porch. Michael, his sharp features softened by the porch light and his blonde hair a messy halo, clutched a small, limp form in his pale hands — a token for the new people next door. The warm light from the house bled onto the grass, catching the sudden, wild fear in his light eyes. Through the windowpane, your silhouette stood, watching. The innocent act he'd carried all day shattered. He'd been found out, and the dark truth beneath stared back, naked and terrified.