3 Scary REAL Las Vegas Horror Stories
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What happened during the cocktail waitress's graveyard shift in Las Vegas?
My name is Rachel, and for about three years I worked graveyard shift as a cocktail waitress at a casino just off the Las Vegas Strip. I'm not going to name the casino because some of the people involved still work there, but if you've ever been to Vegas, you've probably walked through places like it. It wasn't one of the giant luxury resorts everyone posts on social media. It was older, a little worn down, and mostly catered to locals and tourists looking for cheaper tables and drinks. The graveyard shift started at 11 at night and ended at 7 in the morning. People always imagine Vegas shutting down at some point, but it really doesn't. At 3 in the morning, there are still people gambling. At 4 in the morning, there are people drinking.
At 5 in the morning, there are people who have completely lost track of what day it is. The casino floor was bright and loud 24 hours a day. The employee areas were the opposite. Behind the walls, away from the gaming floor, everything was quiet. Long hallways, concrete floors, storage rooms, employee bathrooms, security offices... After a while you learn every shortcut in the building. That's what makes this story so unsettling. It happened in a place I knew extremely well. The first time I saw him, I didn't think much of it. I was walking toward the employee restroom around 1 in the morning.
How did the eerie presence of a man affect the cocktail waitress's experience?
The hallway leading there wasn't accessible to the public. There was a badge-controlled door separating it from the casino floor, and employees used it constantly. As I turned the corner, I noticed a man standing near the vending machines. He looked to be in his 40s. Jeans, dark jacket, baseball cap. Nothing unusual. I assumed he worked there. Maybe maintenance, maybe a vendor. I nodded and walked past him. He didn't respond. He just stared. I remember thinking that was a little rude, but that was it. The next night I saw him again. Same hallway, same spot. Just standing there. This time I noticed he didn't have a badge clipped anywhere. Everyone who worked in those areas had a badge. Everyone. I looked for one automatically because I was trying to figure out whether I recognized him.
I didn't. He stared again. No smile. No greeting. Nothing. I went into the restroom and didn't think much more about it. When I came out, he was gone. A few days later I saw him again, then again, then again. After about two weeks, I realized something strange. I had never once seen him actually doing anything. Not cleaning, not stocking, not repairing, not carrying equipment, nothing. He was always just standing there. The location changed slightly from night to night. but it was always around the employee hallway near the bathrooms and break room. One night I mentioned him to another waitress named Erica. Do you know the guy with the baseball cap? She looked at me and said, What guy? I said, The one always hanging around the employee hallway.
She immediately knew who I meant. The creepy dude? That got my attention. You've seen him too. She nodded and said, Yeah, I asked. What does he do? She shrugged. I have no idea. Apparently several employees had noticed him. Nobody knew who he was. Nobody knew what department he worked for. Nobody even knew his name. The weird part was that nobody had ever reported him, because everyone assumed somebody else knew him. Casinos employ hundreds of people. You don't know everyone." A few nights later, I was walking back from the employee cafeteria when I saw him again. This time he was closer. A lot closer. He was standing near a doorway that I needed to pass through. As I approached, he smiled. It was the first expression I'd ever seen from him.
"'Long night?' he asked. I remember stopping not because of the question, but because his voice surprised me. He spoke like someone trying very hard to sound friendly, almost rehearsed. "'Always,' I said. He nodded. "'You work weekends too?' That question felt strange, maybe because it wasn't normal small talk, maybe because he asked it immediately.' I shrugged and said, sometimes. Then he asked, what time do you usually get off?
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Chapters
7 chapters
1
What happened during the cocktail waitress's graveyard shift in Las Vegas?
0:22–1:47
2
How did the eerie presence of a man affect the cocktail waitress's experience?
1:47–7:40
3
What unsettling discoveries were made about the mysterious man in the casino?
7:40–15:17
4
What were the events leading up to the encounter with the strange man in the Airbnb?
15:17–19:19
5
What strange occurrences were reported by the friends in the rental house?
19:19–31:11
6
How did the situation escalate during the second night at the Airbnb?
31:11–59:31
7
What actions did the security team take when they realized something was wrong?
59:31–1:19:24
Speakers
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