1st Mystery Ball CLOSED Jan/03

 (This message was edited by pita on 01-19-03 @ 10:57 am EST)

Pita started as the sudden gust of wind blew in. Did he imagine the sound of a woman's maniacal laughter in the mourful sound of the wind? Maybe his imagination was running away.

Then he watched, dumbfounded, as punch glasses began flying around.

He whipped his head around, trying to locate FM - 1 Writer to rule them all and the deceased Maryann body. Could the dead return so fast to haunt and smite?

This party was getting stranger by the minute!