My Wife and I Went to Las Vegas for Our Honeymoon by JLGoodwin1990 (2/4)

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:02):
Danny. I grunted, resisting the literal call of the waking
world and rolling over, burying my face in the pillow. Danny,
the call came again, still soft, but a little more insistent.
I let out a sound which to me sounded like what,
but in retrospect, was likely more than a grumble. A

(00:22):
moment later, I felt hands gently shaking my shoulder, and
I reluctantly allowed them to chase away the last vestige
of sleep. Danny, Wake up, darling, It's almost noon. Paula's
words caused me to open my eyes and look at
the vintage alarm clock on the bedside table. She was right,
According to the two hands, it was eleven forty three.

(00:45):
All right, all right, I'm up, I grumbled, the words
actually passing from my lips this time, as I forced
myself to sit up in bed. Paula sat on the
edge of the bed next to me, already dressed in
a white button up shirt and pair of slacks. A
smile played over her lips and her eyes locked. Good morning,

(01:08):
sleeping beauty, she proclaimed, How do you feel? I rubbed
my eyes, feeling the throb them last night's rather excessive
drinking session. Already starting aside from the Jackhammer team already
going to work behind my temples. Oh I'm great, I
said sarcastically, earning a laugh from her. Well you did
decide to go more than a little overboard with the alcohol,

(01:31):
Darling gave her a sly look. Maybe, but you didn't
seem to mind that. When we went to bed, Paula's
cheeks turned red and she gave me a gentle push.
Giggling softly, I threw the covers back, sliding my feet
down onto the carpeted floor. Anyway, what have you been
up to while I've been snoring away, I asked. She

(01:52):
gestured at the old school television which stood at the
foot of the bed. I slept like a log as well.
After I ordered up some room service, I decided to
try watching some TV. See what sort of stuff Vegas
has on its channels. She gave me a perplexed look.
But it's the weirdest thing. All they were showing we
were reruns of extremely old TV shows from like sixty

(02:12):
years ago or so. Although I did enjoy this sort
of neat game show that was playing called I Got
a Secret, you should really bring that back, I shrugged
my shoulders. I guess they're really playing up the old
school angle with this hotel, sort of a stay with
us and take a step back in time sort of thing.
I allowed an annoyed look to fall over my face,

(02:33):
although I'm not sure I'll leave a glowing review when
I was forced to use my lucky vintage bill when
we checked in, it had ended up being a bit
of a hassle. For whatever reason, neither of our credit
cards were able to be accepted. It'd be a surprise,
as we'd never had a problem using them before in
since we'd both decided not to carry cash with us

(02:54):
on the trip and get it out of an ATM
once we'd reached the hotel, I was forced to use
something rather precious to me. It was a vintage one
thousand dollars bill when I had bought years ago before
the prices on the money bay went through the roof. Luckily,
even though they hadn't been circulated in a long time,
they could apparently still be used as legal tender since

(03:17):
it was accepted by the manager. To say it was
painful to hand it over, though, was an understatement. The
only thing that made it somewhat bearable was the amount
that we had to pay. Almost shockingly, it cost a
fraction of what the quoted price for the Venetian had been.
For that, I was grateful. Paula rubbed my shoulders. Well,

(03:43):
at least you bought two of them from the collector.
You still have the other one at home. I gave
a small smile and nodded at her. God bless this
woman for always helping me look on the bright side. Well,
let me get dressed. Head downstairs. I'd like to get
something for brunch myself, at least a cup of coffee,
and we'll plan out what to do today. All the

(04:04):
tickets they gave us, they'll give us plenty to do
for the next two weeks. The hotel apparently hosted a
nightly show called Casino de Peris, a sort of retro
burlesque style performance, which we'd been given tickets to watch
for almost the entire duration of our stay. In addition,
we'd been given tickets to shows playing around the city.

(04:25):
They were all for tribute acts, though, such as one
for a Frank Sinatra and Friends tribute act which was
playing over at another hotel and casino i'd never heard
of before, called The Sands Paulus smiled, hopping off the
bed excitedly as I stood up and walked to my suitcase.
Ten minutes later, I'd finished getting dressed, slipping into a

(04:45):
fresh T shirt and pair of jeans, quickly brushed my teeth,
and the two of us were locking our room and
heading for the elevator. A fresh faced man who apparently
operated the elevator controls, greeted us as the door opened.
Going down, sir, he asked, as we stepped inside. Yeah, lobby, please,
I said, still feeling a bit hungover and sluggish. Obediently,

(05:06):
he pressed the button and the doors closed. The elevator
shuddered slightly as our descent down to the lobby began.
As the soft elevator music pierced my ears, I looked
around and noticed that the man was eyeing me rather strangely.
Looked down at myself. I don't see anything on my
clothes that would warn him looking at me like that,

(05:27):
I thought. Finally, he spoke, if you don't mind me asking, sir,
are you two from the same place as the others.
The question threw me for a bit of a loop.
Uh what do you mean? I asked in return. He shrugged,
his shoulders. Nothing, sir, just we sometimes have guests who

(05:49):
drop in. Who, he shot me another quick look before finishing,
who looked, well like they're not from around here. He
shook his head. I'm sorry, sir, that was rude of me.
My curiosity got the better of me for a moment.
I stayed silent, the awkwardness and frankly strangeness of the

(06:13):
man's question making me feel equal amounts perplexed and weirded out.
But I resolved to be polite. I shook my head.
That's quite all right, I said, letting the silence fall
over us again. I felt a particularly sharp stab of
pain behind my eyes, and I closed them, reaching up
and rubbing my thumb and index fingers into them. Blue

(06:36):
spots exploded in the darkness behind my eyelids, and I
let off a soft groan. Hey, do you know where
the nearest place is they can get a bottle of aspirin?
I softly asked the man. He didn't respond. My shoulders
slumped and I let out a soft sigh. Excuse me, sir,
I said, a little louder. I still received no reply.

(07:00):
Feeling a little frustrated, compounded by my pounding headache. I
pulled my hand away from my face and opened my eyes,
ready to give him a piece of my mind, but
any verbal lashing I had built up in my throat
died away. The elevator was completely empty. What both Paula

(07:23):
and the attendant had seemingly vanished into thin air. I
twisted around, looking behind me to see nothing but wood paneling. Okay,
what the fuck's going on? I know I didn't hallucinate
stepping into the elevator with my wife seeing the attendant,
I thought back the rapidly rising waves of confusion and worry,
stepping forward and hitting the already lit up button for

(07:45):
the lobby twice, as if my repeated jabs would somehow
spurred on quicker, but it simply continued descending unhurried. Finally,
the loud ding announcing its arrival to the lobby sounded,
and the doors slid open to reveal pitch blackness. The

(08:09):
only light was what spilled out from the elevator, creating
a long, rectangular glow across the floor. Okay, what the
actual fuck, I whispered quietly. I most certainly wasn't taking
a damn step out the elevator into the dark oh,
when I had no idea what was happening. I remember

(08:29):
my phone suddenly reaching into my pocket and pulling it out,
snapping the screen open. I found the flashlight icon and
hid it. Instantly, a bright white beam of light sprayed forward,
shooting out into the darkness. I stepped as close as
I dared at the open doors and leaned out slightly,
panting The light around it bounced off the massive empty

(08:51):
shape of a secondary employee desk luggage cart piled high
with suitcases in front of it. There wasn't a soul
in sight. Is there power outage or something? I wondered,
But no, it wouldn't explain the absence of everyone. Maybe

(09:13):
there's a solar eclipse or something happened outside and everyone's
gone to watch. I pushed that idea away as well.
I hadn't heard of any eclipse coming up in the
near future. And again, it wouldn't explain why the people
behind the counter and all the guests disappeared, not to
mention where the hell Paula and the elevator guy went.

(09:35):
That was when the light in the elevator began to flicker.
My head snapped up to look at it as it
began to rapidly blink off and back on again. Oh
you gotta be fucking kidding me, really, I hissed out
between gritted teeth. It was like the inevitable, predictable conclusion
of a damn horror movie scene, one of the oldest
tropes in the book. Swallowing hard, I looked around to

(09:56):
see if there was anything I could snatch up to
defend myself if need be, but there was nothing remotely
in that category, barring if I wanted to try to
rip the metal door from the elevator's wiring system off
its hinges. I felt my pulse accelerate as the light
flickered on and off, quicker every time. It plunged me
into complete darkness save for my phone's flashlight. My heart

(10:17):
pounded in my chest like a drum. I had no
idea what the hell to do. It felt as though
I were in a lose, lose situation. A heavy hand
suddenly fell on my shoulder, its fingers feeling as though
they were cutting into my skin. I let out a
half scream as I attempted to twist around to see
who was grabbing me, but the grip tightened, shooting a

(10:37):
wave of pain through me, and I was thrown forward.
I sailed through the air like I was a rag doll,
before crashing into the marble floor. The breath was driven
from my lungs. I let out a cut off cry
of pain, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I rolled
on my back, sitting up as quickly as I could.
I still clutched my phone in my hand, somehow, having
held onto it during my short flight, and I aimed

(10:59):
it back towards the still open elevator doors. I felt
all the blood drain from my face as the beam
landed on a figure. It was dressed all in black,
not an inch of skin exposed, all except for its eyes.
It was as if whoever I was staring at had

(11:20):
a ski mask over their face, made of a material
I'd never seen before. What seemed to be like holes
had been made around the eyes, and the ones that
stared back at me were clearly human, except no eyes
I'd ever seen had ever had that much sadistic glee
in them. Before the figure stepped out of the elevator,

(11:43):
and a pang of absolute terror course through me as
I saw they were holding what appeared to be a
fire axe in their right hand, one which seemed to
already have blood on its blade and handle, hell and
a hambasket. I scrambled to my feet, attempting to put
as much distance between myself and the axe wielding figure,
and then the elevator doors closed, plunging the lobby, save

(12:06):
from my phone's tiny flashlight, into utter blackness. My heart
felt as though it was about to explode out of
my chest as I saw the figure take another step
towards me. He was slow, deliberate, almost as if they
were trying to anticipate my next move. I quickly looked around,
making sure to keep the menacing shape in my peripheral

(12:27):
vision as I searched for somewhere to go. I knew
the second I made a break for it, the figure
would make a lunch for me. I couldn't explain how
I knew, but I could simply tell they were waiting
for me to make the first move, and whoever it
was was relishing the tense moments in between. An idea
suddenly surged forward in my brain, one which, if I

(12:50):
didn't time it perfectly, would literally wind up with me
pulling a dick halerin and end up with an axe
in my stomach my head. I tensed up every muscle
in my body, looking towards the left, as though I
were about to run toward the entrance hallway. I saw
the figure also tense up, now holding the axe with
both hands. I suddenly put all forces into my legs,

(13:10):
using the floor, almost as a sort of springboard. Years
of track and field instinct kicked in, and I feigned
starting to dash to the left, and instantly the figure
was a blur of motion, raising the axe and dashing
silently towards me. I turned and shot backwards, forced to
turn the light away from my attacker. As I made
my leap behind me, I could practically feel the air

(13:31):
being parted by the axe, and a second after beginning
my leap heard it smash into the marble floor where
I'd been standing not a second ago. But I was
sailing through the air, praying I calculated correctly. To my relief,
I did as the edge of the desk passed underneath
me and I landed on the floor behind it. From
the other side, I finally heard the figure let out
a sound sounded like a cry of frustration and rage,

(13:55):
and it motivated me to leap to my feet faster
than I thought possible. I flashed the lighter, catching the
heart stopping view of the shape running towards the desk,
raising the axe over its head. I didn't wait to
see what happened next. Instead, I ran for the open
partition which separated the employee area from the rest of
the lobby. Behind me, I heard the figure vault over
the counter, landing with a heavy thud on the floor,

(14:16):
but I already ran from behind the counter. I knew
I couldn't make it to the entrance lobby, and instead
I aimed for the first door. My light caught in
its beam. It was a silver metal door marked employees.
Only a moment later, I smashed into it to my shoulder,
the door crashing into the wall with a massive bang.
Behind me, I heard the pounding footsteps of my pursuer,
and without knowing where to go, I ran. I wound

(14:38):
up in some sort of employee hallway, likely one of
many which wound their way through the hotel and casino.
A rack of sheets flew by in a blur on
my left, and I came to a t junction. Opting
to turn right, I heard the door to the lobby
smash open as the figure entered the hallway, and I
used the sound as motivation to run faster, despite the
fire that seemed to be burning in my legs. A

(14:59):
few seconds later, I came to another T junction. This
one seemed identical to the last. I chose to run
to the left this time, but as I did, something
I saw for a split second caught my eye. It
was a security camera, one which I had been aimed
down the hallway in the direction I'd come from. I
didn't have much time to see all the details on it,

(15:20):
as I was too busy running for my life, but
there'd been enough time to notice one the red blinking
light showing it was recording, had flashed out into the darkness.
The realization flew away from my brain as I was
too preoccupied with staying a hallway or two ahead of
my pursuer. I just still hear them behind me. The

(15:40):
thundering of their footsteps drowned mine out. Entirely ahead of me,
I saw another metal door, this one with no lettering
on it. The hallway broke off to the left and right,
but I'd already decided I was going through the door.
With any luck, I'd find a place I could hide
for a while, allowing the figure to assume I'd kept
running and rush past. It would give me not only
a chance to catch my rapidly dwindling breath, but also

(16:00):
double back and find the door I'd entered the back
hallways too. From there I could run to the entrance.
My plan said, I poured on all the power I
had remaining in me. The door flying up to greet me,
I lowered my shoulder and smashed into it. Flying into
the room, or I slammed into something which knocked me
back halfway back into the hallway. I let on a

(16:23):
grunt of pain as I landed on my ass, the
stabbing feeling traveling up my tailbone and spine. I stapped
my phone up, aiming the flashlight into the room to
see what I'd slammed into. Yet I'm not exaggerating when
I tell you that my heart stopped, my breathing caught
in my throat, and I felt a tidal wave of

(16:44):
abject horror flood into every fiber of my being. The
beam had caught the figure of a person standing less
than a foot or two away from where I lay
in a crumpled heap on the floor, which was dressed
identical to the one which had been chasing me. Like
the other, this one too carried an axe, though this

(17:07):
one had no blood on it. I twisted around, wondering
if my pursuer had shot down an alternate corridor to
get ahead of me, anticipating my move, but no why
I could both hear and now see them running down
the hallway towards me toward us. I spun back towards
the newcomer and felt, if possible, an even greater wave

(17:27):
of horror shoe through me. The figure wasn't alone in
the room beyond. A second had moved into the beam
of light, who was joined by a third, and then
a fourth and fifth. In the span of ten seconds,
the light showed at least seven or eight of the
figures in the room behind me. I heard my pursuer
slow to a speed walk. I began to scramble backwards

(17:49):
on my hands and knees out towards the right branch
of the hallway. The figures from the room followed, spilling
out in slow, silent pursuit. They met my pursuer there
where they stood still silently watching me scramble away, and
then they began to laugh. They all began to laugh,
all men's laughter, but filled with absolute evil and malice.

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They stopped, going silent once more, and slowly began to
move towards me and I scrambling intensified, and in my
hasty retreat, I forgot to watch where I was going.
I felt something slam into the back of my head.
Well simultaneously, a painful jab poked me in my left arm. Yeah,
how much I had been holding my phone reflectively. I

(18:33):
dropped it. As I jerked my arm back, it clattered
to the floor. The beam of light aimed directly up
at the ceiling. I looked behind me and saw I
had backed into another linen rack. The stabbing sensation had
been me hitting a sharp edge which had pierced the skin.
I twisted back around to see how close the figures
had gotten, and I let out a half scream. All

(18:54):
the figures stood over me. They'd used the moment of
distraction to getting close, cutting off anyway for me to escape.
My breathing came in short, ragged gasps as I realized
what was about to happen. Is as if they had
read my thoughts. All the figures began to raise their axes.
The almost maddening sound of their laughter returned as they
held them high over their heads. My life suddenly flashed

(19:16):
before my eyes, snapshots of being a young child, a
teenager turning eighteen, meeting Paula. Then a single clear thought,
Oh fuck, this is gonna hurt. I raised my arms
in front of my face in some pathetic attempt to
ward off the multiple blades about to cut me to ribbons.
The blade suddenly whipped down and I closed my eyes,

(19:37):
letting out one last scream of defiance of my fate. Danny.
The voice cut through the sudden silence, one which was
only broken by the soft sound of elevator music. Realizing

(19:58):
I wasn't feeling the piercing pain from multiple axe blades,
I slowly lowered my arms and opened my eyes. Paula
and the elevator operator knelt by my side. A man
had a look of concern on his face and Paula's panic.
I became aware I was back in the elevator, that

(20:20):
I was laying on the floor. For a moment, I
couldn't find the words to speak. Then what happened. Paula
led out a huge sigh of relief that I'd answered.
I had a moment there where the elevator went offline
for a moment. It went black for a few seconds.
I don't know what happens if you fell asleep standing

(20:41):
up during it, or right before the power came back on.
You suddenly began screaming. Her voice trailed off, and I
realized just how frightened my wife really was. But I
was still attempting to make sense of it all. But

(21:02):
it felt it felt so real. I thought to myself,
the blackout, the figure's pursuing me, the pain that it
felt real. My mind seemed to race in a million
miles an hour. The elevator attendant spoke up. Did you
get a decent night's sleep, sir, he asked, with a

(21:24):
tone of concern. For a moment, I debated on my answer,
and then decided to speak truthfully. No, honestly no, I
said weakly. My wife and I didn't get much sleep,
and I drank a lot. The man nodded there, relieved,
smile crossing his face. That's what I figured. That sleep

(21:45):
deprivation combined with a large amount of alcohol, it will
cause you to fall asleep for short periods of time.
Experienced horrifying dreams. They reached down and grabbed my arm,
pulling me to my feet. My older brother is a doctor,
and how I know about that, he explained, I felt
Paula grabbed my arm. That helped steady me as I
muld the man's words over in my head, and it

(22:10):
made sense a lot more than what suddenly appearing in
some alternate reality where everyone had disappeared and everything was
black and figures with axes were chasing me. I nodded,
trying to push away a small voice in the back
of my head that attempted to argue that, despite the

(22:34):
man's words, the rationalizations my brain was attempting to make,
it had been real. But after a moment, it seemed
the rational part of my brain won out. I pushed
away the nagging voice and attempted to compose myself. Are
you sure you're all right, darling, Paula asked me, her

(22:55):
voice soft and low. I looked at her, then nodded
my head. After a moment, Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I
let out of the deep breath. I guess the incident
that happened in the parking lot last night still in
the back of my mind She nodded understandingly. That makes sense,
so he said, then smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.

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Just please, don't scare me like that again. I allowed
myself a small smile and pull her close to me.
I'll tell my best not to, I said. A moment later,
the elevator let out a soft ding and the doors opened,
revealing the brightly lit and bustling lobby. I turned to Paula,

(23:40):
go ahead for a second, sweetheart, I told her quietly.
I want to tip the a tenant for helping us.
For a moment, she seemed concerned, leaving me alone, and
then she nodded. Stepping out of the elevator, I turned
back to the man, pulling my wallet from my back pocket. Hey,
look sir, I'd like to give you something for your

(24:00):
troubles with me, I said, as I rifled through the
massive amounts of bills which now filled it. The man
began to protest, but I held up a hand I
insist my way of saying thank you. It looked as
though he wanted to try and protest again, but instead
he stayed silent and nodded. I finally decided to give
him a fifty with inflation being the way it was,
everyone could use a helping, generous hand every now and then.

(24:23):
I pulled it from my wallet and pushed the bill
into his hands. For a moment, he stared down at it,
and I saw an almost stunned look pass over his face.
He looked as though I'd handed him a solid gold
bar or something. Oh, and the guests must not tip
these people that hot if he has this much of
a reaction just for fifty bucks. Mentally shaking my head
at how sad that possibility was, I nodded to him

(24:46):
and stepped out of the elevator, replaced my wallet in
my pocket. I turned back to look at him one
final time before the elevators closed, and I involuntarily took
a step back. Had fixed an odd and rather intense
gaze on me, one which was unblinking. I could only

(25:07):
describe it as more than a little eerie. And then
the elevator doors closed. I let a bewildered snort and
turned away. I got to post a tweet about that
odd encounter, I thought, and reached into my pocket for
my phone, but it wasn't there, I muttered, checking my

(25:31):
other pockets. I knew for a fact I grabbed it
before we'd left the room. In fact, I'd even said
something about it to PAULA Wait a minute, honey, I'm
not leaving my phone after charging it all night. I
replayed getting up from the floor the elevator in my
mind at it. Had I seen it drop when I
and I stared down at my feet for a moment. No,

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I hadn't. I raised my left hand to scratch at
the back of my scalp, coping mechanism for strey that
I'd had since I was a child. A sudden stabbing
pain coursed through my arm, causing me to let out
a bit of a gasp. Lowering my arm quickly, I
brought my other hand around to feel the back of it.
Another ripple of pain emanated from the area, and I

(26:15):
pulled my fingers back to see small droplets of blood
on them. The hell did that happen? I muttered quietly
to myself. The memory of the waking nightmare suddenly flashed
through my mind. I remembered scrambling back straight into the
linen rack, which had stabbed into my left arm, exactly

(26:37):
where the wound was. A shiver suddenly shot up my spine.
It was it was just a nightmare, a dream, wasn't it.
I shook my head. It's just a coincidence, morn it

(27:01):
hurts yourself in the elevator, that's all. Get a damn grip.
Stop going mental on me. Shaking away the nagging thought,
I stepped forward to rejoin my wife. Together, we walked
the length of the lobby until we reached the main
area and approached the check encounter. The same man as
last night, whose name, according to the name tag pinned
on his chest, was Arthur, spotted us and smiled wide. Ah.

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Good morning you two newly wed lovebirds, he exclaimed, holding
out his arms in a similar manner to how he
had last night. How did you sleep last night, Paula
led out of a snort. We slept okay, But I
think this one, she gestured to me, is going to
lay off the alcohol for the rest of the honeymoon.
The man Arthur, led out a good natured laugh. Well,

(27:44):
I can't fault him. First few weeks after being married
are always a joyous occasion, but sometimes you can overdo it.
I let out of snort. You're not kidding, I grumbled.
Paula turned to give me an amused look then looked
back at Arthur. Do you have any place that serves
coffee and either a late breakfast or a lunch here?
I'd like to get some food and caffeine in him.

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Arthur let out another good natured chuckle. Thin gestured to
the front hallway. Of course, we stop serving breakfast at eleven,
but if you'd like lunch, our fabulous restaurant, Dome of
the Sea is just outside a small walk across the
parking lot. He leaned forward between you and me. Their
lunch menu is to die for. He let out another laugh,

(28:26):
causing both of us to chuckle at the man's cheery pun.
I nodded. All right, thank you, Arthur, I said. He
raised his hands. Don't mention it. It's what I'm here for.
He cleared his throat as he turned away. By the way,
there is a special show happening tonight, taking the place
of Casino de Peris. It's called La Parisienne, direct from France,

(28:50):
and there's going to be a special guest in it tonight.
He looked around, then grinned at us, have either of
you heard of a singer and actress named Deanna Doores?
I looked to Paula and shrugged my mind drawing a blank.
She returned the gesture Uh no, unfortunately not, I admitted.

(29:13):
Turning back to the man, he gave me a shocked look. Well,
then you're in for a treat. Just use two of
your tickets for the other show. They'll be valid for this.
And just wait till you hear the singing voice this
dame has on her. I'm just happy she chose our
stage to perform. I looked to Paula and gave an
interested look. She nodded, God, sure, thanks for the heads up.

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We'll check it out, I declared, then rubbed my pounding temples.
After I get coffee and food, he laughed, then waved
us away. Have a lovely day, you two, he called
after us. The two of us strode outside into the hot,
arid air. As we left the shade of the entrance,
I shot a look up. A large statue of it
looked like an Arabic sultan stood atop the entrance. The

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yellow letters spelling out dunes stretched out to either side.
On hell of a mascot, I thought. As we approached
the entrance to the restaurant, a huge circular building, something
caught my eye. There was an old newspaper vending machine,
the kind with all glass front. Holy shit, I haven't
seen one of these newspaper machines in years, I thought,

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I mean, I thought they stopped using them. I stopped
Paula for a second and dropped a quarter in the
machine and opened it, pulling a newspaper out and tucking
it under my arm without looking. I'll read it inside
about trying to a sophisticated an old school to match
the hotel darling, my wife asked, with an amused smile.

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I laughed and gently pushed her forward and through the
double doors. The inside of the restaurant was, to use
a single word, beautiful. It lived up to its name,
done up in an an aquatic theme, with an ornate,
dark blue roof stretching overhead. Water filled grotto like areas

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stood around the tables, and surprisingly, a live band played
in one corner. As we were led to our table,
I noticed something which threw me for a bit of
a loop. All the people having luncheon here were done
up to the nines. The men all wore suits, looking
like they'd just come from a big power meeting. The
women wore all fancy looking dresses. That wasn't the only

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surprising part about them. All the suits and dresses looked,
to put a word on it, extremely vintage. Even the
younger patrons, ones around our age were dressed that way.
They all seemed to stare at us as we passed,
as if we'd both grown in additional head. Okay, that's
honestly a bit weird, but whatever. I put it out

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of my mind as we sat down and ordered our meals.
The coffee was brought to me immediately and a hot
liquid tasted and felt like a god's said. It almost
made me forget about the horrifying experience and the elevator,
as well as my lost phone and injured arm, both
which I couldn't honestly explain and instead kept mentally pushing away.

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The positive atmosphere and calming music seemed to help. I
set the mug down and picked up the newspaper from
the table. Joe, what do you want to do for
the rest of the day until the show tonight, asked Paula,
as I turned the front page towards me. Well, I
was thinking we could take a drive up and down
the strip, get a feel for all the casinos and
the restaurants, and then we could find a place to

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maybe stop play a few slots. I know you always
told me that they're rigged, but I still like to
play him at least once. Oh, and then if we
have time, he continued on, But I wasn't listening to
her anymore. Every sound in the restaurant seemed lowerly. Someone
with a television remote had hit the volume button. I

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swear I could the blood rushing through my head, and
I felt my mouth go dry as cotton. My heart
began to beat almost as fast as it had in
my chase, real or imaginary, and I felt as though
the world were spinning. I kept staring at the front
page of the paper, at the picture on the front
of it, and at something else. Finally, a sound cut

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through the seemingly muted noises. Danny, what's going on, Paula
asked me, reaching out and taking my free hand in hers.
I lowered the newspaper and stared at her. My face
must have been pale as a sheet, because I saw
extreme concern crease her beautiful features. What she insisted. It

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took a moment to find my voice. Paula, sweetheart, I
said weakly. We we might have a problem. Silence for
a moment. What she asked, then looked at the paper.

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I saw her but two and two together. What did
you read, she finally asked slowly. I set the paper
down in the center of the table, turning it so
she could see it properly. I saw her lean in
and malve the words as she read. I saw her
expression change from concern to utter shock. She snapped her

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head up to look at me, as if to search
my eyes for an explanation she so desperately needed, but
I had none to give. The picture on the front
of the page was of John F. Kennedy. I can't
remember the exact headline it proclaimed above her. I know

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it contained the words President Kennedy. But even now, almost
three months being back, I can I could still perfectly
recall the date displayed under the newspaper's name, July twenty second,

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nineteen sixty two. Either kids, it's me, mister gree Pasta,
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