The mystery of Little Sandy

Now that you know a little bit about 447, I am going to start with the ridiculousness. The unbelievable that you must believe. This is how I remember it happening. It all started on a night like any other night at 447. We were throwing a party. Looking back, I think that it was a birthday party for Lo, but I can’t be certain since alcohol has clogged much of my memory for detail in college.

Parties at our place were never dull. The word always spread like wildfire and anyone who was anyone would be there. We would say who stays and who goes so it was always best to be on our good side if you wanted in, and why wouldn’t you? The music was always up, the drinks were always flowing, and you could trash the place without anyone getting upset because it was already trashed. It was somewhere where you could see Sadie drunk hula hooping while balancing a beer on her head. This was always a crowd favorite. It was a place you could see Crazy Chicken performing its latest song or the girls of 447 singing “Put it in my Mouth” in our PJ’s while jumping on our sofa. Yea, we really liked that song. It’s a real song if you have ever heard of it.

The party that night was like every other party. People were drinking and having a good time. It lasted until about 3:00 a.m. That was also normal. At about 1:00 a.m, I got a little tired of partying and my friend and I went to go hang out in my room to chat. We talked about all the happenings that had been going on lately and all sorts of other small talk that I can’t remember. I think we also talked about him having a major crush on one of our girls but I can’t remember. Time went by pretty fast and it became late. We decided that he should probably go and the party sounded as if it was over. We trudged down three flights of stairs and didn’t hear a peep. Each floor was crested with party shrapnel and all of the bedroom doors were closed. That meant everyone was in bed or…you know.

When we hit the bottom floor, I was getting ready to walk my friend out the door and was shocked to see someone standing at the open door that no one had shut after the party ended. There was only an unlocked screen separating us and this stranger whose motive was unclear. He was definitely not someone who would have been at the party. I would have seen him, but I found it strange that he was just standing at the door at 4:00 a.m.

“Can I help you?” I proceeded to ask very cautiously.

“Yea, I need my shirt back.” He said.

I was very confused because this guy hadn’t given me anything to go on besides that. How the hell was I supposed to know what he was talking about?

“What do you mean? What shirt and who are you?”

“I’m the neighbor from the back and I lent your roommate a shirt when I found her naked in the backyard”

NAKED IN THE BACK YARD? First of all, we didn’t ever go back there because there really wasn’t a backyard. It was just a fenced in, closet sized area that we threw our trash in. I was starting to get a little nervous and asked him to elaborate.

“I think she said her name was Sandy. I found her outside naked and all cut up and shit. I gave her my shirt and brought her back here.”

My mind was going crazy. None of this was making any sense. How could he have found Little Sandy in the back yard with no clothes on? He knew her name though so something must have happened and if she was naked, why? What the hell was going on? I asked the guy what his shirt looked like and he said it was a plaid, button-down shirt. I told my friend to wait here with this guy so that I could go up to Little Sandy’s room and see what was going on. I knocked on her door and of course no answer. I opened the door and found her sound asleep in her bed. She was all covered up, but in the dark I noticed a plaid, button-down shirt lying on top of her covers.

“Little Sandy, get up!” I shook her a little.

I kept shaking her but she wasn’t responding. I got louder and louder. She started to stir, but something was wrong. She wasn’t becoming coherent at all. It was scaring me so I uncovered her only to find her naked body in a bloody pulp. My stomach just sank in a panic. I grabbed the shirt and ran downstairs.

“What happened to her?” I screamed.

The guy said he didn’t know. That’s just how he found her, gave her his shirt to cover her, and brought her back to where she said she lived.

What was I supposed to do? In a panic I called another friend to ask him what to do. He told me to call 9-1-1, but my body froze. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t know why, but I think I thought that she would get mad at me if nothing serious had happened. Of course something serious happened! This wasn’t normal, but I still couldn’t do it so he said that he would.

I ran upstairs trying to wake everyone up, but no one would answer my knocks at their door because they were either passed out or getting it on, or maybe both. I was by myself.

The ambulance showed up and I led them upstairs to her room. They tried to awaken her as I did and she started telling them to “Fuck off”. She obviously was not in the right state of mind. Two of the EMT’s got her up and carried her onto the stretcher and proceeded down the stairs. I had to go with her. There was no one else. I feared the worst.

We were at the hospital all night getting kits run and tests done. By this time Little Sandy was awake, but had no idea what happened. All she could remember was getting in the car with someone she didn’t know, telling them where she lived. She said that they drove her back home, but she didn’t know where she was or how she got there.

The tests came back negative and everyone was at a loss. What happened last night? By now it was late morning and Lo called me in frenzy.

“Why are there cops here taking evidence from Little Sandy’s room?”

I had to quickly tell her the story to get everyone up to date. She said that the cops were putting Little Sandy’s clothes in evidence bags and asking them questions, but of course they didn’t know anything because they were in a drunken coma the night before. How did Little Sandy undress and walk out of the house in the middle of the party without anyone seeing her? It had to have happened that way because the clothes that she was wearing that night were still in her room. Where did she go? What happened?

I brought her back home with some pain pills, bandages, and a sore neck with no explanation for anyone. It was never found out what happened to her that night and we didn’t talk about it much after that. It was a consequential night of drinking and partying. There are a lot of questions that will never be answered. The mystery of Little Sandy began that night and continued throughout our days at 447.