Creepypasta: Music Box Paranoia It was a sunny day in the city. The temperature was above eighty without a cloud in the sky. A boy named Damon Grey walked home in the heat. His blonde hair, blinding passerby's, his blue-grey eyes hidden behind some protective lenses wearing his usual torn jeans, red shirt and his leather backpack. He hated the heat but normally shrugged it off. It was his mom's choice to move here not his. It was just after 3 o'clock and the high school he attended just let the teenage demons from their cage. He moved along the crowd down the street, his house was seven blocks from the school. On days like this it was the longest 20 minutes of his life. Once he got home he greeted his mother, she was also blonde but with clear grey hair. Her eyes were a nice shade of blue. She was long, thin, and clearly overworked. She had been in luck this morning, her friend finally accepted to work her shift so she could have some time with h
