CreepyPasta Stories

Story 63: 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 passersby, 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, walks home always felt like the longest twenty minutes of his life.

Once he got home he greeted his mother, she was also blonde but she was starting to get a bit of grey in her hair. Her eyes were a nice shade of blue. She was tall, 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 her son.

He walked into the house hearing the sizzling of the kitchen. Interested he wandered towards it to greet her. She shooed him out claiming he needed to get homework done since dinner was going to be a surprise. He complied walking towards the hall. He stopped hearing a knock on the door.

"I got it!" he announced walking towards it, opening the door.

Damon picked up the box from the porch with his name cleanly written on the top. There was no sign of anyone outside or a return address. Curious he took it inside and locked the front door behind him. He made his way to the hallway were he peeled the brown tape from the dirty brown box. Inside there was a polished well-kept rectangular music box. Disappointed in the contents he opened the hall closet and tossed the box inside then left to do his homework. What kind of idiot would send a boy a music box in the first place? It was weird though, how did they get his address? His name?

He shrugged it off as some prank by the neighbors. There weren't many people around he was good friends with. Damon mostly had enemies; he was the centre of their bullying. It didn't phase him much. He knew they were just making fun of him because they have horrible relationships at home. If it made them feel better about themselves he would let it happen, it never took a toll on his emotional health.

Aside from that he couldn't conclude how it landed at his house, not that it mattered. Maybe one day if he managed to get a girlfriend, he could give it to her. It was definitely a pretty enough music box. He smiled to himself at the thought of giving it to another. It was odd; he had never had the idea of a girlfriend before now. He really must be broken.

After laughing at himself he sat at his desk and finished up his homework. Once he was all done he ate dinner with his mother and older brother. Then he got ready to sleep, dressing in the most comfortable attire he could get his hands on and hopped into his bed. He closed his eyes and counted sheep until he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Damon woke up, fluttering his eyes unable to remember much of a blur to his reoccurring dream. He did; however, want to know about that music box. He climbed out of his bed in his red boxer shorts and grey t-shirt. He slowly opened the door making sure no one was in the hall, no one that would catch him looking at something so girly. After making sure there was no one around he wandered out and opened the hall closet. Inside, where he had thrown it, he saw the music box. He reached in and pulled it out wiping some of the dust it had collected after being stuck in there for a week. He wound up the knob and listened to Greensleeves play.

It was a pretty song; it felt as if he had heard it before. He shrugged it off and continued listening. About half way the lights in the hall began to flicker. He looked up watching the lights flicker, dim, and then brighten. It hurt his eyes seeing it the first time. Damon accidentally dropped the music box when he went to cover his eyes from the blinding light. While he rubbed his eyes he heard a faint growling with the music growing in sound. It was suddenly so loud, the lights flashing too bright for him to see, the indistinct growls spinning around him. He felt hot breath of something big on his neck, when he turned he saw nothing but the wall.