Slowly, you walk onto the deserted suburban street. Nobody is out. The atmosphere is one of tense waiting. A frigid breeze blows snow into your face. The moon shines brightly overhead. As you look at your watch, you notice that the time has just struck midnight. Suddenly, from the house to your right, you hear raucous shouts and screams, and from the door bursts a wild parade of 13 kids to cheer in the new year.
On this page you will see pics and hear stories recounting the night of December 31, 1998 and the early morning hours of January 1, 1999. What you see in the following pictures and accounts is TRUE. It did happen. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.
The Massacre in the Eyes of Matt M*-*-*-
Well, a few months back, I decided to throw a New Year's party. I had thrown one the year before, just a small thing, with like three of my closer friends. But, this year I decided to go all-out. It would be a sleep-over. And I'd invite ANYONE and EVERYONE. So, I did. And 13 people showed up: Nick, Steve, Allison, Susan, Steph, Ashley, Krystal, Melissa, Joni, Amanda, Liz, my sister Melanny, and myself. Here's a few group pictures before all Hell broke loose.
I should've known automatically that the night was doomed, what with the number 13 appearing as the number of people attending. When the party just began, as friends saw friends they hadn't seen in ages, some not even seeing one another in the past WEEK, hugs were given out and pictures were taken. Everything was basically calm.
With the innocent gesture of my 3-year-old cousin handing out addition flash cards, the party took a turn for the worse. The flash cards became the method for a game called suck-and-blow. Two plus two became four...play, which brought about some very sexual party games: suck-and-blow and truth or dare, which you can see below.
One plus two became three....some.
In the middle of this escapade, the strippers arrived, one male, one female.
After the sexual part of the night was over, a few of my friends began to show their...religious side.
To sacrifice this poor helpless Barbie, first they ripped her small, flaxen-haired head off her little plastic neck. After this, they decided it was the wrong way to go, so they brutally shoved her head back in place. Once it was on, they decided burning would be best. They lit a flame to her body and watched as the plastic meltedoff her body, and laughed as her hair caught aflame. This torture bothered me so much, the Barbie's one, charred leg still haunts me to this day. I throw it away, and magically it reappears. *shivers*
After the first doll's sacrifice, an obvious replacement would be needed. Here, you can see Melanny holding the replacement, Felicity, although she never did get to be sacrificed. Also in this pic, you can see my hand around Amanda and my hand is, well, let's just say, naughty hand. *mrow*
Later on that night, Amanda showed her secret, hidden side. She can't sleep unless she brings her FAVORITE little Beanie Baby to bed with her: Kandy. Kandy is a candy corn. Amanda loves Candy Corn. In fact, for her birthday, I'm going to buy her a BIG huge thing of candy corn. But, that's off the subject. This is a picture of Amanda and Kandy together. Aren't they cute?
Before the party was over, the continuous thumping and movements of everything going on knocked two pictures off of my wall and shattered the glass. Before the party, my mattress sat on boards above two drawers. After the wild times we had on the bed that night, the boards broke in half, all four, and left my bed as it is in the following picture. In this picture, Liz and Amanda passionately discuss the lack of good doll sacrifices, and Steph points to the obvious answer: use my sister!!
Truly, New Year's night was a wild and fun time. Things were broken, but friendships were drawn closer together. Although many frightful, harmful things occurred, everyone had a blast. And that's what counts.
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