May 29, 2025 • 37 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
And this is why I told you that we should
have left the house at least four hours before we
actually did. I let out an exasperated sigh and shot
a glance into the passenger seat, where a pair of
blue eyes glowered back at me. Look, let's not fight
right now, Paula. Okay, it's late, we're both tired. Let's
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not start off our first ever vacation to Vegas by
turning into a bitter old couple. You've only been married
for what two days and change. For a moment, the
eyes continued to try and pierce my skin. Then they
closed as my wife led out a sigh at a roam, nodding,
you're right, I'm sorry. Just having to look at nothing
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but desert for the last five or six hours kind
of got to me. She shot me a look that
conveyed equal parts love and mild irritation. And if someone
didn't insist on holding onto an almost thirty year old
BMW and listen to me on getting a new one
with a navigation system, we wouldn't have gotten turned around
on those side roads and ended up almost driving to LA.
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I let out a soft laugh. Paula, clements, you knew,
damn well when you married me that I'm not the
kind of man who sells something that works perfectly well
just to have something new and flashy and end up
with seventy years a debt. Jammed onto my shoulders, she snorted, Yes,
I am most certainly dead, honey. She reached around the
center console and stroked a finger across my cheek. Just
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count yourself lucky. I find you cute with a good
sense of humor. Otherwise I wouldn't have put up with
it for the last five years, let alone married you,
she said teasingly. I laughed loudly, I love you too,
giving a small, sly smile to show that she was
satisfied with our little quip. She leaned forward and pulled
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a rather battered road map from the glove compartment and
Paula and I had met each other over six years
ago to the day, and to sum it up in
thirty words or less, even though she seemed completely out
of my league, it hit a perfect match. We dated
for four and a half years before I finally popped
the question to her, resulting in her bursting into tears
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screaming yes. When I dropped to one knee well at
a friend's barbecue, holding out the engagement ring that I
had secretly bought a half a year of planning. Later,
and the two of us officially became a husband and wife.
As part of our honeymoon, I decided for us to
spend it in a place we'd both wanted desperately to
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visit but never had a chance, Las Vegas. Neither of
us really did any research on the city, deciding to
wing it by driving the day after our wedding from
our home in Washington to Nevada. The only thing we
did look up was a hotel booking getting a room
at a place called the Venetian, But unfortunately we left
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your late, and instead of arriving in the city at dusk,
we arrived in the middle of the night. According to
the orange glow of my seven series clock, it was
approaching three a m. Paula clicked on the dome light
and studied the map in her lap, tracing the route
with one finger while slowly winding her platinum blonde hair
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around the finger of her other hand. It looks like
from the road signs we'll be coming into the city
from the southwest, so just keep going straight on Vegas Boulevard,
and it'll take us right there, she declared, before putting
them up away. We could already see the bright white
glow of the city lights ahead of us, and a
few minutes later we passed by the world famous Welcome
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to Fabulous Las Vegas sign. As it disappeared behind us,
I began grinning like an idiot, seeing out of the
corner of my eye that Paula was smiling as well.
See told you it was a good idea to come
out on Vegas Boulevard instead of the highway, I said,
to which she gave my shoulder a playful shove. Yeah,
you're right again. Now let's just find our hotel so
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we could check in and get some sleep. I'm into
that statement, babe, I thought. A minute later, and a
mixture of confusion and irritation washed over me. I led
out a sigh, what's wrong, darling, No way fast? As
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we came to a stop at a red light, I
gestured ahead of us. Honestly, sweetheart, I have no freaking
idea where we're going. Might have made mistake by not
researching exactly what all the hotels were named and where
they are on the strip, because I'm completely freaking lost
and a big matters worse. I'm getting more tired by
the minute. As if my words had triggered it, I
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had let out a mass of yawn. I'll put my
head on my hands. Waited for the light to turn green. Ah,
what to do, I admitted. I shot a look at Paul,
who was gently biting her lip. The trademark signed that
she was thinking. Finally, she spoke, Look, it's extremely late
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right now. Why don't we just randomly pick a hotel
to stay at for the night and tomorrow we'll find
the Venetian and then we'll check in there. What can
it hurt? Right? I turned her words over in my
head for a moment. She had a point. I booked
our stay for two weeks with a forty eight hour
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grace period for check in. Staying somewhere else for one
night would be okay? All right, sounds like a plan,
I gestured ahead of us, putting on a regal accent.
So since you were the one to come up with
the plan, missus Clements, how about you pick our stay
for the night. A corner of her mouth turned up
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in an amusing smirk. Why certainly, mister Clements, She retorted,
as the life turned green and I continued on. Surprisingly,
I didn't see many other cars on the road, even
though I knew most of the city was open twenty
four to seven. Well, can't expect everyone to be up
all the time. My thoughts were broken through by Paula's voice.
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Or not that one, she asked, putting at a rather unique
and honestly neat sign appearing ahead on the left. That
sign looks really neat in old school, she added, almost
as if reading my thoughts. I leaned down slightly to
get a better view of it. It wasn't a hotel
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and casino I'd ever heard of, but I shrugged my shoulders.
Why not, I said, looks about as good as anything else.
Turning into the cutoff, I looked left and right, and
then crossed the street and pulled into the driveway, which
led to the hotel's entrance. Driving in under the orange
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lights of the awning I brought the car to a stop.
Through the window, I saw what looked like a valet
and bell hop jump to attention from by their posts
and hurry over to us. I let out a soft laugh.
Looks like they didn't expect anyone else coming in the night.
That's when I felt a small wave of puzzlement wash
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over me. Both men, who appeared to be in their
early to mid twenties, were still walking towards us, but
they were looking at my car with an odd expression,
one which I can still recall perfectly all these months later.
I could see them quickly muttering to each other as
they approached us, pointing and shrugging. The heck about my
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car had them so so? I don't know, off, it's
nothing more than a BMW seven series from nineteen ninety five.
I pushed the thought away. These people were probably used
to much newer, much more expensive luxury cars. Seeing one
as old as mine is probably surprise. Well, no time
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like the present, I said, as I shut the car
off and pulled the keys from the ignition, turning to
look at Paula. She nodded, and we both pulled our
respective door handles, pushing them open. Stepping out into the night,
the rather chilly air caught me off guard, and I
flipped up the collar of my jacket to protect my neck. Hello, sir,
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welcome him, a young man's voice. I turned to see
the valet striding across the back of the car, his
prior odd expression gone and replaced by the traditional professional smile.
I returned it with a smile on my own, thanks
very much. Apologies if you didn't expect anyone coming so late,
He waved away my apology. It's quite all right, sir,
you to people arriving at all hours of the day
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and night. He gestured to the car's trunk. Can the
bell hop assist you with you in your wife's bags?
I nodded, aiming the keys to the trunk and hitting
the trunk release button obediently, and with a small squeak
of protest from the aging hinges, the lid rose up,
presenting our bags to the bell hop. For a moment,
the same odd, almost surprised expression caught his face as
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he stared at the open trunk. Then, same as the valet,
it was replaced with a professional smile. He reached in,
pulled out the two suitcases, placing them on his cart,
and closed the trunk before beginning the walk towards the entrance.
I shot a look over the roof of the car
to see if Paula had caught it as well. The
expression on her face told me that she did, and
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she gave me a puzzled look back. I shrugged my
shoulders and then turned to the valet, who stood waiting patiently.
I shook my head, snorting softly. Sorry here, I said,
feeling a little sheepish, and handing him the keys. He nodded,
handing me a valet stubbed to retrieve my car before
climbing behind the wheel. For a few moments, he simply
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sat in the driver's seat, and I was just about
to knock on the window and ask if everything was
all right when I heard the engine start and the
car pulled away. Stepping next to my wife, I looked
at her and shook my head slowly as our eyes met. Okay,
what the hell was that all about? I asked quietly.
She shook her head as well. I honestly don't know.
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Maybe it's just how the place is late at night. Anyways, late,
let's just check in and get up to our room.
We can figure out the weirdness tomorrow. Nodding in agreement,
I let her lead the way. We just pushed open
the doors and stepped inside when the thought flared into
my mind. Shit, I hissed, stopping dead in my tracks.
Paula turned to me a look of concern in her face.
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What is it? She asked, reaching out and putting a
hand on my shoulder and my damn phone charger plugged
in A cigarette later, I said, She let out a
small laugh in my words, arching an eyebrow. That's all.
Let's get it tomorrow. I shook my head, pulling my
phone out and clicking the button to bring a screen up.
Can't we got ten percent of juice left in the battery.
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For a moment, I debated what to do. Look, uh,
going ahead of me to the lobby and start the
check in, I said, gesturing towards the end of the hall,
where I could see the bell hop waiting for her bags.
I'm just gonna double back and grab it. Don't be long.
She shot me a slightly exasperated look, but nodded and
turned away. Fine, don't take too long, okay, she said
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over her shoulder as she walked towards the lobby. I promise,
I won't, I called, then turned and headed back out
the main doors into the night. The wind once more
smacked me in the face as I emerged under the
entrance lights. I looked around, trying to figure out where
the valet had parked my car, I decided to wait
by the stand that he'd been stationed at and leaned
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against it, waiting for him to return. And after a
few minutes, I glanced at my watch, noting with a
slight pang of irritation that ten minutes had passed. Paula
was likely standing next to the check in counter right now,
tapping her foot in the way that she always did
when she began to get pissed off. Didn't want to
show it. I turned to look out the other entrance,
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noting that due to the bright lights above, I couldn't
really see out into the darkness. That was when the
feeling came over me. It sent an electric bolt of
lightning up my spine, and as I'd grown up with
more than a bit of a rough crowd, it was
one that my sense of survival knew well. It was
the feeling of being watched, feeling every muscle in my
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body tense. I slowly turned and looked behind me. Nobody
was there. The feeling persisted though cameras. Maybe I always
got that sensation when someone was staring at me through CCTV,
even though I couldn't figure out how or why, and
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I knew that I was being observed, but as I
swept my gaze in the usual areas where I figured
cameras would be, I saw none. Either. Whoever owns this
place has an expert in hiding security care where they
have none out here gets a move in a city
like this. Now, the feeling of being watched began to
be crept up by something else. It wasn't exactly what
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you would call fear or dread, more like an intense uneasiness.
Not being able to see who or what was looking
at me was a feeling I didn't like, and it
made me feel vulnerable as anything, especially because I had
grown to be able to interpret my gut feelings and
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this one was telling me that who or whatever was
watching me wasn't exactly the friendly type. Scrape. The sound
made me go rigid as a statue. Every one of
my five senses instinctively flashed on full alert. For a moment,
there was silence, only broken by the distant sound of
a police siren starting up somewhere. I began to relax.
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You're just hearing things, Danny, I chided myself. Scrape now
that one I hadn't imagined. I felt my breath catch
in my throat as I looked around, trying to figure
out where the sound had come from, but I couldn't
see a damn thing beyond the lights. My heart began
to beat a little harder, and I glanced back at
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the entrance doors. Okay, maybe time to forget the charger
for the night and just go back inside. I took
a single step towards the entrance. A hand fell upon
my shoulder from behind, heavy and cold shit, I involuntarily
cried out, jumping about a foot off the ground. I
whirled around, my fist already bawled up, already the sockover
it snuck up on me in the face instead, I
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was met with the startled face of the valet as
he took a step back. For a moment, we both
stood still. Then I finally let out a shaky breath.
Can the hell man, I muttered, running a hand over
my face. Please don't sneak up on me like that.
I let out a soft laugh, trying to ease the
tension which had built up inside of me. The poor
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man looked apologetic, raised his hands. I'm so sorry, sir.
I didn't realize he didn't hear me. Coming up behind you.
Forgive me, I laughed out of another soft chuckle, raising
one hand and waving it to show all was forgiven.
As I bent down and put my hands on my
knees to study myself. After catching my breath, I looked up.
It's quite all right, I said simply. He nodded. Is
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there anything I can help you with? Did you come
back out to ask a question? The task at hand
fled back to the forefront of my mind, and I nodded, yeah.
Actually I left something rather important in my car. I
forgot to grab it before getting out. Can I possibly
have the key back? Quickly? Go get it and I'll
just return it when I come back. He nodded, his
smile returning, of course, sir. Here you are, he said,
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holding out my keys that he still held in his hand.
Now a door with a small tag with a number
written on it. I took it and managed a small smile.
Uh which direction did you park it in? I asked,
gesturing out in the dark. He lauded a soft laugh
a zone and shook his head. Of course, my mistakes, sir.
He walked to a stand and pulled a small map
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at the hotel's large parking lot from behind it, pointing
to a space near the far right edge. You're parked
over here. I quickly examined the map, making a mental
note of the route in my mind, and then nodding
at the man. Thanks, I'll be right back, and with
that I set off. For a moment, I hesitated at
the edge of the lights, staring out into the dark
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and remembering both the feeling and the sound. I got
a freaking grip. Dude, it's a damn valet, nothing else,
I muttered softly to myself and shot a look back
over my shoulder. I felt that another odd sensation shoot
through me as I saw he was staring after me,
the same peculiar expression adorning his face when I couldn't place.
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Deciding to get it over with so I could just
get away from him, I took a breath and strode
out into the dark. As soon as I was out
of side of the valet, I began to relax. I
shook my head and laughed at how jumpy I was.
My father had been a prison guard and therefore had
prepared me for anything, and I had grown up in
a less than stellar neighborhood, So why was I so
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jumpy in the middle of a populated city. I chalked
it up to nasty stories about what happened to people
from the country that visited cities and kept going. The
dark in shapes of parked cars passed by me on
all sides, too dark for me to make out any
distinguishing features. Still, I kept walking, keeping the map with
a lot at the forefront of my mind. I stopped
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realizing how stupid I was being. All I had to
do was tap a button on my key and I'd
instantly know where it was. Snorting at my sudden lack
of common sense, I raised the key and clicked the
button beep. A few hundred feet ahead of me, I
saw the lights of my BMW flashed like a lighthouse
out in the night. Moving quickly, I jogged the distance
to the car and walked around to the driver's door,
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opening it. I dropped into the driver's seat for a moment.
There you are, your little devil, I said, as I
pulled the charger from the outlet, grabbed the wall adapter,
and slid both into my jacket pocket. Stepping back out
of the car, I began to shut the door, but
something caught my eye. I let out a low whistle. Damn,
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I whispered to myself as I caught sight of the
car I was parked next to in nineteen fifty seven
Ford fare Line. Someone staying here had good taste. I
admired the two tone paint job for a moment longer,
and then slimmed my car door shut, plunging the lot
back in the darkness. Regardless of how much I wanted
to examine further, my wife was waiting for me. I
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stepped around to the front of the car and clicked
the lock button. The car beaped twice, signaling the alarm
was act and the headlights flashed again for a moment.
As they did, I caught sight of the car directly
across from me, another classic car, looking like an Impaula
from the early sixties. I allowed myself a small smile.
Maybe there's a classic car show happening here. Soon, a
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thought cheered me up somewhat. I mean, I loved classic
cars and being able to attend such an event would
be a perfect addition to my honeymoon. But then all
thoughts were wiped away, as in that same moment, my
headlights revealed something else. What appeared to be the darkened
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shape of a man stood just beyond the reach of
the lights, standing in little ways behind the Impala. Instantly,
I started, I hadn't heard anyone walking around during my
trip to the car, and I'm someone who has ears
like a hawk. It was rare, if ever, for me
to fail to notice anyone else around. This fact made
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me even more on edge. As my car's headlights died away,
the area was plunged again into darkness. For a moment,
I didn't move or say anything. Then I cleared my
throat Hello. There was no reply, but I could still
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barely see the figure. I decided to try speaking again.
Can I help you with anything? Man? Still the figure
stayed silent. Now I began to feel alarm bells going
off in my head, and I brought myself to my
full height, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. Look, man,
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I don't want any trouble, but I have no problem
defending myself if I have to, so find someone else
to go try and rob or something. The silence seemed
almost deafening as the seconds drew on with no answer
and no movement. I fucked this, I muttered, then aimed
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the key behind me in my car, pressing the unlock
button again. The car beat and the headlights came on again,
illuminating the Impala in front of me and the surrounding area.
I felt a pang of surprise, almost shock, shoot through me.
What the the figure was gone. I hadn't turned away
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for more than a split second to make sure that
I was aiming the key correctly. There wasn't enough time
for someone to book it, and yet the area behind
the parked car was empty. I felt my pulse begin
to race as I looked around, trying to see into
the darkness beyond the headlights, but I couldn't see a
damn thing. The headlights died away again, allowing the blackness
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to return. For a few seconds, there was silence. Scrape.
I spun around. The sound almost seemed to come from
everywhere and nowhere. At once came again, scrape, the same
sound that I'd heard while waiting for the valet to return.
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I come to the conclusion that it had bent him,
simply dragging his feet along the ground, But now I
began to think it been something else. That sound came again,
almost seeming closer. My breath was coming fast and shallow, now,
my mind suddenly screaming at me to hit the button
on my keys again. Thrusting my arm out, I jammed
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my finger down on the lock button. Beep, beep. The
headlights flashed on again, and I almost leapt backwards. The
figure was back, standing just beyond the edge of the
lights to the right, standing in between me and my
way back to the hotel. Oh fuck. I suddenly gripped
the keys tightly in my fist, remembering the trick my
father had taught me how to use it as a weapon.
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The figure stayed still and silent, as it had before.
I pulled in several lungfuls of air before finally finding
my voice, What the fuck do you want? Just as before,
I got no answer, But for a second I thought
I heard something, something that almost sounded like a whisper
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or a mutter, coming from the direction of the figure.
It seemed almost muffled, just like someone would if they
were wearing a mask or a bola clava to hide
their face. Shit, I whispered. The nose of having to
fight off an attacker was looking more and more probable
by the second. It was a notion I was not
a fan of, especially one as highly skilled as this
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one seemed to be to move around so silently and quickly.
Then it moved. I couldn't see what it did, but
I saw something fly through the air and land with
a clink somewhere near me. I felt like an idiot
to this day for what I did, but I foolishly
took my eyes off the figure, seemingly on instinct, to
see what had been thrown my way, And by the
time I realized my mistake and snapped my head back up,
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the figure had disappeared again. My eyes widened as I
swung around, trying to figure he zoomed off to, but
I saw nothing. The sound of a car passing by
on the street grabbed my attention, and I quickly looked
over to see a pair of headlights and tail lights
passed by the hotel on the main drag. The BMW's
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headlights clicked off again, plunging me back into the darkness
and causing my heart to begin pounding again. The fuck
is he? Almost as if in answer, the sound, which
had by now begun to fill me with a sense
of dread, returned scrape just as before. I couldn't pinpoint
where it was coming from. I quickly shot a glance
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at the hotel, where I could see the glowing lights
of the entrance area. It looked like heaven. With me
sitting out in the middle of purgatory here being stalked
by God only knew who. I decided to call out
one final time, though I doubted he had to tur
the dude at this point. This is your last warning,
fuck face. You come at me and I'll put you
in the fucking ground in the fuck off. As soon
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as the final word had left my lips, all sound ceased.
The scraping sound stopped, and silence fell over the parking lot.
But it wasn't a normal silence, as if the person
had heeded my warning and split. It was a deadly silence,
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one which was so tension filled it was almost palpable. Instantly,
I realized I'd made a huge mistake with my threat.
Oh shit, I whispered under my breath. As I looked around.
I couldn't hear a damn thing, and standing in the
darkness for this long was making me feel more vulnerable.
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By the second. My breath was hitching in my throat,
and I felt the first tendrils of genuine fear. Creep
on me. I wanted to make a break for it
and dash for the entrance, but where I didn't know
where the figure was. I didn't want to blindly run
straight into him, so I made a split second decision.
I would hit the lock button on my keys one
final time to make sure they weren't still off to
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my right. If I didn't see them, I would book
it and not look back. I swallowed hard, realizing my
throat had gone as dry as sandpaper. Without realizing it,
slowly I raised the key back up, pointing it towards
my car. My heart was not thundering in my chest
as if I'd just run a marathon, and for a
moment I hesitated. Then I hit the button. The car
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beaped and the headlights pierced the black veil, banishing it away.
I steeled myself and looked to the right, expecting the
figure to be there again, but instead I saw nothing.
For a second, I stared out, trying to see any
minute detail, but the figure was gone. I let off
a shuddering breath. For a moment, a shred of relief
passed through me as I thought that they had heated
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my threat and took off and That's when the realization
slammed into me. I had left my back completely exposed.
The fuck my life In that moment, the feeling of
being watched returned along with the dread, and I whirled
around to face the other way. But I only got
halfway when I was slammed into. The impact lifted me
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off my feet and sent me flying through the air
before slamming onto the side of a parked car. Before
my brain had a chance to catch up, I felt
myself being grabbed and flung to the ground. The pavement
slammed into my shoulder, but my instincts had now kicked in.
I flipped myself onto my back and looked up to
see the figure falling towards me, one arm outstretched. I
rolled myself hard to the left, and with no momentum despair,
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I heard the sound of something heavy slam into the
concrete hard enough, I swear I heard a crack. The
guy just tried bashing my head in. Scrambling to my feet,
I saw them do the same, squaring his shoulders to
charge me again. Realizing I didn't have the advantage in
this fight, I did the only smart thing I knew
to do. I turned and sprinted for the hotel's entrance.
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The darkened shape of park cars flew by me in
a blur. As I ran, my ragged breaths seeming to
echo back at me. My lungs begin I feel as
though they were on fire, a consequence of not working
out much in the last few months, but I kept running.
I could hear my pursuer behind me, and to my dismay,
they were rapidly gaining Their footfalls seemed even louder than
my own as I could hear them more clearly. The
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entrance was just in front of me now, and not
even one hundred feet away. I felt something brush against
my back. Either I had almost been grabbed or my
attacker had just taken a swing at me with his
weapon while running. The realization that they were that close
sent a new burst of adrenaline through my veins, giving
me a second wind and allowing me a new burst
of speed. I ran faster than I had since my
high school track and field days. Still, I could feel
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my pursuer close behind me, but I didn't dare look back,
and then I burst from the darkness into the lights
of the entrance. I could see the valet shoot up
from where he'd drifted off behind the stand. He dashed
out from behind it, running towards me. Sir, what's the matter?
He exclaimed. I finally gathered my courage and whirled around,
expecting me to see someone directly behind me, I said,
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I saw I was alone, completely alone. Snapping my head around,
I saw no signs of my attacker beyond the lights.
What the hell? For a moment, I stood there, trying
to catch my breath. Then I turned to the valet.
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I was I was just I was attacked by someone.
I choked out between gas of air so tried attacking
me while I was at my car. Instantly I saw
the valet's eyes harden. He turned and ran back to
a stand, pulling a corded phone hands and from behind it.
I realized he must have connected him to the inside.
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He spoke into it for a moment and then hung up.
Not even a minute later, a large, burly man wearing
a security uniform jogged out of the entrance. Stay here, sir,
he said to me, as he in the valet jock
past into the dark. Be careful, they called after them,
and then I was alone again. I didn't dare leave
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the seeming safety of the lighted area, and instead stood
by the valet stand for them to return. As the
minutes dragged on, terrible thoughts tore through my mind, thoughts
of the two men being ambushed and knocked out. They're
for worse. A few minutes later, though, the two men returned.
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The security guard shook his head at me. Whoever was sir,
they're gone. His words disheartened me somewhat in my mind.
I knew they'd long since been vamoosed, but part of
me hoped he'd been caught skulking around in another cart.
A sigh and nodded, So now what, I asked, still
trying to return my breath to normal. The guy shrugged.
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I'll call the police in the morning, make a report,
and tell then there's nothing we can do. The valet
spoke up. I spoke to concierge in the lobby. You're
gonna bump you up to one of our vacant premier
suites as a way to apologize for this incident. He
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gestured towards the entrance. Your wife's waiting for you by
the checking desk. Head on inside. Puts oude of your mind.
I don't think you'd be troubled again during your stay.
He flashed me a perfectly white smile, and for a
moment I stood there it felt flabbergasted and how calmly
both men were taking the situation. Then I reminded myself,
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it's Las Vegas, Danny. Shit probably happens on the regular here.
Even still, my mental words did little to comfort me.
Despite the valet's words, something inside me silently whispered that
it wasn't the end of it. Then I shook my head.
I was letting the attack, however, horrifying and terrible cloud
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my judgment. For a moment, I'd almost allowed myself to
think that this entire hotel felt well off wrong. Something
about it just didn't gel. But I rationalized that it
was all due to my experience. Besides, they're bumping us
up to one of the luxury suites. Can't be that bad,
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especially when you were going to stay in an economy
suite in the other place. Feeling satisfied with my own conclusion,
I nodded at the valet and handed back my keys,
making sure I still had the paper slip in my pocket.
I followed the guard back inside. The warm, old school
style of the course seemed to put me at ease
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as I walked from the entrance hall into the lobby itself.
Older style place has always had that effect on me.
As I approached the check and desk, my mind turned
over the possibility of canceling my other reservation and simply
making this place where Paula and I would stay for
the entire duration of our honeymoon. Speaking of Paula, my
wife stood by the check and desk, turning to me
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with a worried look up. I'm pretty sure she found
out what happened. I thought I'd been churning over the
idea of simply not telling her about the attack, but
it seemed the choice was out of my hands. She
ran to me, cupped my face in both of her hands. Darling,
are you all right, she asked, her voice carrying a
trace of desperation in it. I took a second, then
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locked eyes with her and nodded, Yeah, Yeah, I'm all right.
I looked harder at her. I'd take it you heard
what happened to me. She nodded. The man here picked
up the foam. A look of relief crossed her face. Oh, Danny,
I'm just glad you're okay, she said, giving me a
quick hug. I refrained from telling her exactly how close
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I come to not being okay. I am too, I admitted.
I'm just glad we didn't start out both twenty twenty
three and our honeymoon with me in the hospital. It
sucked trying to woo you from a hospital bed or
a wheel chair. She led out a soft laugh, shaking
her head at my joke. I leaned forward and kissed
her on the forehead. Come on, he said softly, Let's
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check in and get up to our room. You both
need the rest. She nodded, and I glanced at my watch.
It's close to four in the morning. I approached the
check in the man standing behind it, looking up and
giving an award winning smile. Glad to see you all right, sir,
he said, his voice containing what seemed like genuine empathy,
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and it cemented my idea further to propose to stay
our entire trip here. Thanks very much for saying so,
I replied. He nodded, of course, sir. And in addition
to bumping you up to a premier suite as compensation,
please allow us to provide you with a few sets
of tickets for you and your lovely wife both to
see shows going on right here in our hotel and
in the city itself. As our way to apologize. Paul
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and I exchanged are rather surprised but happy. Look. Eh,
maybe it might have started out on a bad note.
I thought this pace, this has shaved up to be
a better honeymoon than I thought. Paula smiled at me.
Thank you ever so much, sir, she said, gripping my arm.
You see, my husband and I we just got married
and this is our honeymoon. A smile almost wider than
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I'd ever seen someone give across the man's face. He
held out both of his arms. Then, my dear, I
bid congratulations to you and to your lucky husband. He
gestured all around him, and I bid you both welcome.
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And this is why I told you that we should
have left the house at least four hours before we
actually did. I let out an exasperated sigh and shot
a glance into the passenger seat, where a pair of
blue eyes glowered back at me. Look, let's not fight
right now, Paula. Okay, it's late, we're both tired. Let's
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not start off our first ever vacation to Vegas by
turning into a bitter old couple. You've only been married
for what two days and change. For a moment, the
eyes continued to try and pierce my skin. Then they
closed as my wife led out a sigh at a roam, nodding,
you're right, I'm sorry. Just having to look at nothing
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but desert for the last five or six hours kind
of got to me. She shot me a look that
conveyed equal parts love and mild irritation. And if someone
didn't insist on holding onto an almost thirty year old
BMW and listen to me on getting a new one
with a navigation system, we wouldn't have gotten turned around
on those side roads and ended up almost driving to LA.
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I let out a soft laugh. Paula, clements, you knew,
damn well when you married me that I'm not the
kind of man who sells something that works perfectly well
just to have something new and flashy and end up
with seventy years a debt. Jammed onto my shoulders, she snorted, Yes,
I am most certainly dead, honey. She reached around the
center console and stroked a finger across my cheek. Just
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count yourself lucky. I find you cute with a good
sense of humor. Otherwise I wouldn't have put up with
it for the last five years, let alone married you,
she said teasingly. I laughed loudly, I love you too,
giving a small, sly smile to show that she was
satisfied with our little quip. She leaned forward and pulled
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a rather battered road map from the glove compartment and
Paula and I had met each other over six years
ago to the day, and to sum it up in
thirty words or less, even though she seemed completely out
of my league, it hit a perfect match. We dated
for four and a half years before I finally popped
the question to her, resulting in her bursting into tears
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screaming yes. When I dropped to one knee well at
a friend's barbecue, holding out the engagement ring that I
had secretly bought a half a year of planning. Later,
and the two of us officially became a husband and wife.
As part of our honeymoon, I decided for us to
spend it in a place we'd both wanted desperately to
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visit but never had a chance, Las Vegas. Neither of
us really did any research on the city, deciding to
wing it by driving the day after our wedding from
our home in Washington to Nevada. The only thing we
did look up was a hotel booking getting a room
at a place called the Venetian, But unfortunately we left
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your late, and instead of arriving in the city at dusk,
we arrived in the middle of the night. According to
the orange glow of my seven series clock, it was
approaching three a m. Paula clicked on the dome light
and studied the map in her lap, tracing the route
with one finger while slowly winding her platinum blonde hair
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around the finger of her other hand. It looks like
from the road signs we'll be coming into the city
from the southwest, so just keep going straight on Vegas Boulevard,
and it'll take us right there, she declared, before putting
them up away. We could already see the bright white
glow of the city lights ahead of us, and a
few minutes later we passed by the world famous Welcome
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to Fabulous Las Vegas sign. As it disappeared behind us,
I began grinning like an idiot, seeing out of the
corner of my eye that Paula was smiling as well.
See told you it was a good idea to come
out on Vegas Boulevard instead of the highway, I said,
to which she gave my shoulder a playful shove. Yeah,
you're right again. Now let's just find our hotel so
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we could check in and get some sleep. I'm into
that statement, babe, I thought. A minute later, and a
mixture of confusion and irritation washed over me. I led
out a sigh, what's wrong, darling, No way fast? As
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we came to a stop at a red light, I
gestured ahead of us. Honestly, sweetheart, I have no freaking
idea where we're going. Might have made mistake by not
researching exactly what all the hotels were named and where
they are on the strip, because I'm completely freaking lost
and a big matters worse. I'm getting more tired by
the minute. As if my words had triggered it, I
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had let out a mass of yawn. I'll put my
head on my hands. Waited for the light to turn green. Ah,
what to do, I admitted. I shot a look at Paul,
who was gently biting her lip. The trademark signed that
she was thinking. Finally, she spoke, Look, it's extremely late
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right now. Why don't we just randomly pick a hotel
to stay at for the night and tomorrow we'll find
the Venetian and then we'll check in there. What can
it hurt? Right? I turned her words over in my
head for a moment. She had a point. I booked
our stay for two weeks with a forty eight hour
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grace period for check in. Staying somewhere else for one
night would be okay? All right, sounds like a plan,
I gestured ahead of us, putting on a regal accent.
So since you were the one to come up with
the plan, missus Clements, how about you pick our stay
for the night. A corner of her mouth turned up
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in an amusing smirk. Why certainly, mister Clements, She retorted,
as the life turned green and I continued on. Surprisingly,
I didn't see many other cars on the road, even
though I knew most of the city was open twenty
four to seven. Well, can't expect everyone to be up
all the time. My thoughts were broken through by Paula's voice.
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Or not that one, she asked, putting at a rather unique
and honestly neat sign appearing ahead on the left. That
sign looks really neat in old school, she added, almost
as if reading my thoughts. I leaned down slightly to
get a better view of it. It wasn't a hotel
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and casino I'd ever heard of, but I shrugged my shoulders.
Why not, I said, looks about as good as anything else.
Turning into the cutoff, I looked left and right, and
then crossed the street and pulled into the driveway, which
led to the hotel's entrance. Driving in under the orange
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lights of the awning I brought the car to a stop.
Through the window, I saw what looked like a valet
and bell hop jump to attention from by their posts
and hurry over to us. I let out a soft laugh.
Looks like they didn't expect anyone else coming in the night.
That's when I felt a small wave of puzzlement wash
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over me. Both men, who appeared to be in their
early to mid twenties, were still walking towards us, but
they were looking at my car with an odd expression,
one which I can still recall perfectly all these months later.
I could see them quickly muttering to each other as
they approached us, pointing and shrugging. The heck about my
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car had them so so? I don't know, off, it's
nothing more than a BMW seven series from nineteen ninety five.
I pushed the thought away. These people were probably used
to much newer, much more expensive luxury cars. Seeing one
as old as mine is probably surprise. Well, no time
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like the present, I said, as I shut the car
off and pulled the keys from the ignition, turning to
look at Paula. She nodded, and we both pulled our
respective door handles, pushing them open. Stepping out into the night,
the rather chilly air caught me off guard, and I
flipped up the collar of my jacket to protect my neck. Hello, sir,
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welcome him, a young man's voice. I turned to see
the valet striding across the back of the car, his
prior odd expression gone and replaced by the traditional professional smile.
I returned it with a smile on my own, thanks
very much. Apologies if you didn't expect anyone coming so late,
He waved away my apology. It's quite all right, sir,
you to people arriving at all hours of the day
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and night. He gestured to the car's trunk. Can the
bell hop assist you with you in your wife's bags?
I nodded, aiming the keys to the trunk and hitting
the trunk release button obediently, and with a small squeak
of protest from the aging hinges, the lid rose up,
presenting our bags to the bell hop. For a moment,
the same odd, almost surprised expression caught his face as
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he stared at the open trunk. Then, same as the valet,
it was replaced with a professional smile. He reached in,
pulled out the two suitcases, placing them on his cart,
and closed the trunk before beginning the walk towards the entrance.
I shot a look over the roof of the car
to see if Paula had caught it as well. The
expression on her face told me that she did, and
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she gave me a puzzled look back. I shrugged my
shoulders and then turned to the valet, who stood waiting patiently.
I shook my head, snorting softly. Sorry here, I said,
feeling a little sheepish, and handing him the keys. He nodded,
handing me a valet stubbed to retrieve my car before
climbing behind the wheel. For a few moments, he simply
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sat in the driver's seat, and I was just about
to knock on the window and ask if everything was
all right when I heard the engine start and the
car pulled away. Stepping next to my wife, I looked
at her and shook my head slowly as our eyes met. Okay,
what the hell was that all about? I asked quietly.
She shook her head as well. I honestly don't know.
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Maybe it's just how the place is late at night. Anyways, late,
let's just check in and get up to our room.
We can figure out the weirdness tomorrow. Nodding in agreement,
I let her lead the way. We just pushed open
the doors and stepped inside when the thought flared into
my mind. Shit, I hissed, stopping dead in my tracks.
Paula turned to me a look of concern in her face.
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What is it? She asked, reaching out and putting a
hand on my shoulder and my damn phone charger plugged
in A cigarette later, I said, She let out a
small laugh in my words, arching an eyebrow. That's all.
Let's get it tomorrow. I shook my head, pulling my
phone out and clicking the button to bring a screen up.
Can't we got ten percent of juice left in the battery.
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For a moment, I debated what to do. Look, uh,
going ahead of me to the lobby and start the
check in, I said, gesturing towards the end of the hall,
where I could see the bell hop waiting for her bags.
I'm just gonna double back and grab it. Don't be long.
She shot me a slightly exasperated look, but nodded and
turned away. Fine, don't take too long, okay, she said
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over her shoulder as she walked towards the lobby. I promise,
I won't, I called, then turned and headed back out
the main doors into the night. The wind once more
smacked me in the face as I emerged under the
entrance lights. I looked around, trying to figure out where
the valet had parked my car, I decided to wait
by the stand that he'd been stationed at and leaned
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against it, waiting for him to return. And after a
few minutes, I glanced at my watch, noting with a
slight pang of irritation that ten minutes had passed. Paula
was likely standing next to the check in counter right now,
tapping her foot in the way that she always did
when she began to get pissed off. Didn't want to
show it. I turned to look out the other entrance,
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noting that due to the bright lights above, I couldn't
really see out into the darkness. That was when the
feeling came over me. It sent an electric bolt of
lightning up my spine, and as I'd grown up with
more than a bit of a rough crowd, it was
one that my sense of survival knew well. It was
the feeling of being watched, feeling every muscle in my
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body tense. I slowly turned and looked behind me. Nobody
was there. The feeling persisted though cameras. Maybe I always
got that sensation when someone was staring at me through CCTV,
even though I couldn't figure out how or why, and
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I knew that I was being observed, but as I
swept my gaze in the usual areas where I figured
cameras would be, I saw none. Either. Whoever owns this
place has an expert in hiding security care where they
have none out here gets a move in a city
like this. Now, the feeling of being watched began to
be crept up by something else. It wasn't exactly what
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you would call fear or dread, more like an intense uneasiness.
Not being able to see who or what was looking
at me was a feeling I didn't like, and it
made me feel vulnerable as anything, especially because I had
grown to be able to interpret my gut feelings and
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this one was telling me that who or whatever was
watching me wasn't exactly the friendly type. Scrape. The sound
made me go rigid as a statue. Every one of
my five senses instinctively flashed on full alert. For a moment,
there was silence, only broken by the distant sound of
a police siren starting up somewhere. I began to relax.
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You're just hearing things, Danny, I chided myself. Scrape now
that one I hadn't imagined. I felt my breath catch
in my throat as I looked around, trying to figure
out where the sound had come from, but I couldn't
see a damn thing beyond the lights. My heart began
to beat a little harder, and I glanced back at
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the entrance doors. Okay, maybe time to forget the charger
for the night and just go back inside. I took
a single step towards the entrance. A hand fell upon
my shoulder from behind, heavy and cold shit, I involuntarily
cried out, jumping about a foot off the ground. I
whirled around, my fist already bawled up, already the sockover
it snuck up on me in the face instead, I
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was met with the startled face of the valet as
he took a step back. For a moment, we both
stood still. Then I finally let out a shaky breath.
Can the hell man, I muttered, running a hand over
my face. Please don't sneak up on me like that.
I let out a soft laugh, trying to ease the
tension which had built up inside of me. The poor
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man looked apologetic, raised his hands. I'm so sorry, sir.
I didn't realize he didn't hear me. Coming up behind you.
Forgive me, I laughed out of another soft chuckle, raising
one hand and waving it to show all was forgiven.
As I bent down and put my hands on my
knees to study myself. After catching my breath, I looked up.
It's quite all right, I said simply. He nodded. Is
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there anything I can help you with? Did you come
back out to ask a question? The task at hand
fled back to the forefront of my mind, and I nodded, yeah.
Actually I left something rather important in my car. I
forgot to grab it before getting out. Can I possibly
have the key back? Quickly? Go get it and I'll
just return it when I come back. He nodded, his
smile returning, of course, sir. Here you are, he said,
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holding out my keys that he still held in his hand.
Now a door with a small tag with a number
written on it. I took it and managed a small smile.
Uh which direction did you park it in? I asked,
gesturing out in the dark. He lauded a soft laugh
a zone and shook his head. Of course, my mistakes, sir.
He walked to a stand and pulled a small map
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at the hotel's large parking lot from behind it, pointing
to a space near the far right edge. You're parked
over here. I quickly examined the map, making a mental
note of the route in my mind, and then nodding
at the man. Thanks, I'll be right back, and with
that I set off. For a moment, I hesitated at
the edge of the lights, staring out into the dark
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and remembering both the feeling and the sound. I got
a freaking grip. Dude, it's a damn valet, nothing else,
I muttered softly to myself and shot a look back
over my shoulder. I felt that another odd sensation shoot
through me as I saw he was staring after me,
the same peculiar expression adorning his face when I couldn't place.
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Deciding to get it over with so I could just
get away from him, I took a breath and strode
out into the dark. As soon as I was out
of side of the valet, I began to relax. I
shook my head and laughed at how jumpy I was.
My father had been a prison guard and therefore had
prepared me for anything, and I had grown up in
a less than stellar neighborhood, So why was I so
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jumpy in the middle of a populated city. I chalked
it up to nasty stories about what happened to people
from the country that visited cities and kept going. The
dark in shapes of parked cars passed by me on
all sides, too dark for me to make out any
distinguishing features. Still, I kept walking, keeping the map with
a lot at the forefront of my mind. I stopped
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realizing how stupid I was being. All I had to
do was tap a button on my key and I'd
instantly know where it was. Snorting at my sudden lack
of common sense, I raised the key and clicked the
button beep. A few hundred feet ahead of me, I
saw the lights of my BMW flashed like a lighthouse
out in the night. Moving quickly, I jogged the distance
to the car and walked around to the driver's door,
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opening it. I dropped into the driver's seat for a moment.
There you are, your little devil, I said, as I
pulled the charger from the outlet, grabbed the wall adapter,
and slid both into my jacket pocket. Stepping back out
of the car, I began to shut the door, but
something caught my eye. I let out a low whistle. Damn,
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I whispered to myself as I caught sight of the
car I was parked next to in nineteen fifty seven
Ford fare Line. Someone staying here had good taste. I
admired the two tone paint job for a moment longer,
and then slimmed my car door shut, plunging the lot
back in the darkness. Regardless of how much I wanted
to examine further, my wife was waiting for me. I
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stepped around to the front of the car and clicked
the lock button. The car beaped twice, signaling the alarm
was act and the headlights flashed again for a moment.
As they did, I caught sight of the car directly
across from me, another classic car, looking like an Impaula
from the early sixties. I allowed myself a small smile.
Maybe there's a classic car show happening here. Soon, a
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thought cheered me up somewhat. I mean, I loved classic
cars and being able to attend such an event would
be a perfect addition to my honeymoon. But then all
thoughts were wiped away, as in that same moment, my
headlights revealed something else. What appeared to be the darkened
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shape of a man stood just beyond the reach of
the lights, standing in little ways behind the Impala. Instantly,
I started, I hadn't heard anyone walking around during my
trip to the car, and I'm someone who has ears
like a hawk. It was rare, if ever, for me
to fail to notice anyone else around. This fact made
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me even more on edge. As my car's headlights died away,
the area was plunged again into darkness. For a moment,
I didn't move or say anything. Then I cleared my
throat Hello. There was no reply, but I could still
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barely see the figure. I decided to try speaking again.
Can I help you with anything? Man? Still the figure
stayed silent. Now I began to feel alarm bells going
off in my head, and I brought myself to my
full height, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. Look, man,
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I don't want any trouble, but I have no problem
defending myself if I have to, so find someone else
to go try and rob or something. The silence seemed
almost deafening as the seconds drew on with no answer
and no movement. I fucked this, I muttered, then aimed
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the key behind me in my car, pressing the unlock
button again. The car beat and the headlights came on again,
illuminating the Impala in front of me and the surrounding area.
I felt a pang of surprise, almost shock, shoot through me.
What the the figure was gone. I hadn't turned away
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for more than a split second to make sure that
I was aiming the key correctly. There wasn't enough time
for someone to book it, and yet the area behind
the parked car was empty. I felt my pulse begin
to race as I looked around, trying to see into
the darkness beyond the headlights, but I couldn't see a
damn thing. The headlights died away again, allowing the blackness
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to return. For a few seconds, there was silence. Scrape.
I spun around. The sound almost seemed to come from
everywhere and nowhere. At once came again, scrape, the same
sound that I'd heard while waiting for the valet to return.
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I come to the conclusion that it had bent him,
simply dragging his feet along the ground, But now I
began to think it been something else. That sound came again,
almost seeming closer. My breath was coming fast and shallow, now,
my mind suddenly screaming at me to hit the button
on my keys again. Thrusting my arm out, I jammed
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my finger down on the lock button. Beep, beep. The
headlights flashed on again, and I almost leapt backwards. The
figure was back, standing just beyond the edge of the
lights to the right, standing in between me and my
way back to the hotel. Oh fuck. I suddenly gripped
the keys tightly in my fist, remembering the trick my
father had taught me how to use it as a weapon.
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The figure stayed still and silent, as it had before.
I pulled in several lungfuls of air before finally finding
my voice, What the fuck do you want? Just as before,
I got no answer, But for a second I thought
I heard something, something that almost sounded like a whisper
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or a mutter, coming from the direction of the figure.
It seemed almost muffled, just like someone would if they
were wearing a mask or a bola clava to hide
their face. Shit, I whispered. The nose of having to
fight off an attacker was looking more and more probable
by the second. It was a notion I was not
a fan of, especially one as highly skilled as this
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one seemed to be to move around so silently and quickly.
Then it moved. I couldn't see what it did, but
I saw something fly through the air and land with
a clink somewhere near me. I felt like an idiot
to this day for what I did, but I foolishly
took my eyes off the figure, seemingly on instinct, to
see what had been thrown my way, And by the
time I realized my mistake and snapped my head back up,
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the figure had disappeared again. My eyes widened as I
swung around, trying to figure he zoomed off to, but
I saw nothing. The sound of a car passing by
on the street grabbed my attention, and I quickly looked
over to see a pair of headlights and tail lights
passed by the hotel on the main drag. The BMW's
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headlights clicked off again, plunging me back into the darkness
and causing my heart to begin pounding again. The fuck
is he? Almost as if in answer, the sound, which
had by now begun to fill me with a sense
of dread, returned scrape just as before. I couldn't pinpoint
where it was coming from. I quickly shot a glance
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at the hotel, where I could see the glowing lights
of the entrance area. It looked like heaven. With me
sitting out in the middle of purgatory here being stalked
by God only knew who. I decided to call out
one final time, though I doubted he had to tur
the dude at this point. This is your last warning,
fuck face. You come at me and I'll put you
in the fucking ground in the fuck off. As soon
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as the final word had left my lips, all sound ceased.
The scraping sound stopped, and silence fell over the parking lot.
But it wasn't a normal silence, as if the person
had heeded my warning and split. It was a deadly silence,
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one which was so tension filled it was almost palpable. Instantly,
I realized I'd made a huge mistake with my threat.
Oh shit, I whispered under my breath. As I looked around.
I couldn't hear a damn thing, and standing in the
darkness for this long was making me feel more vulnerable.
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By the second. My breath was hitching in my throat,
and I felt the first tendrils of genuine fear. Creep
on me. I wanted to make a break for it
and dash for the entrance, but where I didn't know
where the figure was. I didn't want to blindly run
straight into him, so I made a split second decision.
I would hit the lock button on my keys one
final time to make sure they weren't still off to
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my right. If I didn't see them, I would book
it and not look back. I swallowed hard, realizing my
throat had gone as dry as sandpaper. Without realizing it,
slowly I raised the key back up, pointing it towards
my car. My heart was not thundering in my chest
as if I'd just run a marathon, and for a
moment I hesitated. Then I hit the button. The car
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beaped and the headlights pierced the black veil, banishing it away.
I steeled myself and looked to the right, expecting the
figure to be there again, but instead I saw nothing.
For a second, I stared out, trying to see any
minute detail, but the figure was gone. I let off
a shuddering breath. For a moment, a shred of relief
passed through me as I thought that they had heated
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my threat and took off and That's when the realization
slammed into me. I had left my back completely exposed.
The fuck my life In that moment, the feeling of
being watched returned along with the dread, and I whirled
around to face the other way. But I only got
halfway when I was slammed into. The impact lifted me
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off my feet and sent me flying through the air
before slamming onto the side of a parked car. Before
my brain had a chance to catch up, I felt
myself being grabbed and flung to the ground. The pavement
slammed into my shoulder, but my instincts had now kicked in.
I flipped myself onto my back and looked up to
see the figure falling towards me, one arm outstretched. I
rolled myself hard to the left, and with no momentum despair,
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I heard the sound of something heavy slam into the
concrete hard enough, I swear I heard a crack. The
guy just tried bashing my head in. Scrambling to my feet,
I saw them do the same, squaring his shoulders to
charge me again. Realizing I didn't have the advantage in
this fight, I did the only smart thing I knew
to do. I turned and sprinted for the hotel's entrance.
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The darkened shape of park cars flew by me in
a blur. As I ran, my ragged breaths seeming to
echo back at me. My lungs begin I feel as
though they were on fire, a consequence of not working
out much in the last few months, but I kept running.
I could hear my pursuer behind me, and to my dismay,
they were rapidly gaining Their footfalls seemed even louder than
my own as I could hear them more clearly. The
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entrance was just in front of me now, and not
even one hundred feet away. I felt something brush against
my back. Either I had almost been grabbed or my
attacker had just taken a swing at me with his
weapon while running. The realization that they were that close
sent a new burst of adrenaline through my veins, giving
me a second wind and allowing me a new burst
of speed. I ran faster than I had since my
high school track and field days. Still, I could feel
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my pursuer close behind me, but I didn't dare look back,
and then I burst from the darkness into the lights
of the entrance. I could see the valet shoot up
from where he'd drifted off behind the stand. He dashed
out from behind it, running towards me. Sir, what's the matter?
He exclaimed. I finally gathered my courage and whirled around,
expecting me to see someone directly behind me, I said,
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I saw I was alone, completely alone. Snapping my head around,
I saw no signs of my attacker beyond the lights.
What the hell? For a moment, I stood there, trying
to catch my breath. Then I turned to the valet.
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I was I was just I was attacked by someone.
I choked out between gas of air so tried attacking
me while I was at my car. Instantly I saw
the valet's eyes harden. He turned and ran back to
a stand, pulling a corded phone hands and from behind it.
I realized he must have connected him to the inside.
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He spoke into it for a moment and then hung up.
Not even a minute later, a large, burly man wearing
a security uniform jogged out of the entrance. Stay here, sir,
he said to me, as he in the valet jock
past into the dark. Be careful, they called after them,
and then I was alone again. I didn't dare leave
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the seeming safety of the lighted area, and instead stood
by the valet stand for them to return. As the
minutes dragged on, terrible thoughts tore through my mind, thoughts
of the two men being ambushed and knocked out. They're
for worse. A few minutes later, though, the two men returned.
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The security guard shook his head at me. Whoever was sir,
they're gone. His words disheartened me somewhat in my mind.
I knew they'd long since been vamoosed, but part of
me hoped he'd been caught skulking around in another cart.
A sigh and nodded, So now what, I asked, still
trying to return my breath to normal. The guy shrugged.
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I'll call the police in the morning, make a report,
and tell then there's nothing we can do. The valet
spoke up. I spoke to concierge in the lobby. You're
gonna bump you up to one of our vacant premier
suites as a way to apologize for this incident. He
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gestured towards the entrance. Your wife's waiting for you by
the checking desk. Head on inside. Puts oude of your mind.
I don't think you'd be troubled again during your stay.
He flashed me a perfectly white smile, and for a
moment I stood there it felt flabbergasted and how calmly
both men were taking the situation. Then I reminded myself,
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it's Las Vegas, Danny. Shit probably happens on the regular here.
Even still, my mental words did little to comfort me.
Despite the valet's words, something inside me silently whispered that
it wasn't the end of it. Then I shook my head.
I was letting the attack, however, horrifying and terrible cloud
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my judgment. For a moment, I'd almost allowed myself to
think that this entire hotel felt well off wrong. Something
about it just didn't gel. But I rationalized that it
was all due to my experience. Besides, they're bumping us
up to one of the luxury suites. Can't be that bad,
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especially when you were going to stay in an economy
suite in the other place. Feeling satisfied with my own conclusion,
I nodded at the valet and handed back my keys,
making sure I still had the paper slip in my pocket.
I followed the guard back inside. The warm, old school
style of the course seemed to put me at ease
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as I walked from the entrance hall into the lobby itself.
Older style place has always had that effect on me.
As I approached the check and desk, my mind turned
over the possibility of canceling my other reservation and simply
making this place where Paula and I would stay for
the entire duration of our honeymoon. Speaking of Paula, my
wife stood by the check and desk, turning to me
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with a worried look up. I'm pretty sure she found
out what happened. I thought I'd been churning over the
idea of simply not telling her about the attack, but
it seemed the choice was out of my hands. She
ran to me, cupped my face in both of her hands. Darling,
are you all right, she asked, her voice carrying a
trace of desperation in it. I took a second, then
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locked eyes with her and nodded, Yeah, Yeah, I'm all right.
I looked harder at her. I'd take it you heard
what happened to me. She nodded. The man here picked
up the foam. A look of relief crossed her face. Oh, Danny,
I'm just glad you're okay, she said, giving me a
quick hug. I refrained from telling her exactly how close
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I come to not being okay. I am too, I admitted.
I'm just glad we didn't start out both twenty twenty
three and our honeymoon with me in the hospital. It
sucked trying to woo you from a hospital bed or
a wheel chair. She led out a soft laugh, shaking
her head at my joke. I leaned forward and kissed
her on the forehead. Come on, he said softly, Let's
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check in and get up to our room. You both
need the rest. She nodded, and I glanced at my watch.
It's close to four in the morning. I approached the
check in the man standing behind it, looking up and
giving an award winning smile. Glad to see you all right, sir,
he said, his voice containing what seemed like genuine empathy,
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and it cemented my idea further to propose to stay
our entire trip here. Thanks very much for saying so,
I replied. He nodded, of course, sir. And in addition
to bumping you up to a premier suite as compensation,
please allow us to provide you with a few sets
of tickets for you and your lovely wife both to
see shows going on right here in our hotel and
in the city itself. As our way to apologize. Paul
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and I exchanged are rather surprised but happy. Look. Eh,
maybe it might have started out on a bad note.
I thought this pace, this has shaved up to be
a better honeymoon than I thought. Paula smiled at me.
Thank you ever so much, sir, she said, gripping my arm.
You see, my husband and I we just got married
and this is our honeymoon. A smile almost wider than
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I'd ever seen someone give across the man's face. He
held out both of his arms. Then, my dear, I
bid congratulations to you and to your lucky husband. He
gestured all around him, and I bid you both welcome.
Welcome to the Dunes Hotel and Casino. Either kids, it's me,
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mister creep Pasta, and I just wanted to tell you
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