True Reader Stories: Gambling With the Dead in Las Vegas
True Reader Stories: Gambling With the Dead in Las Vegas
I am Detective John Smith, a seasoned law enforcement officer in Las Vegas, with over twenty years of experience under my belt. I have seen it all – from grisly murders to high-profile heists, and nothing seems to faze me. I am known for my calm and collected demeanor, even in the most stressful of situations. But there was one case that still unsettles my nerves.
I never thought much of the rumors surrounding my home in Las Vegas. People whispered that it was built on sacred Native American burial grounds and that the spirits of the dead still lingered on the land. There had been protests around the develpment of the property – but to me, it was just a house – a beautiful, new build, in a sunny spot in one of the sunniest cities in the US.
It wasn’t until strange occurrences began happening that I began to question the stories. Doors would slam shut without warning, footsteps would echo through the halls when no one was around, and objects would move on their own. I tried to ignore it all, passing up the doors as a wind gust, the objects just misplaced by errant children, but a few months into our stay, things continued to escalate to undeniable levels.
One night, I heard chanting coming from within the house. It seemed to be a Native American chant, and it grew louder and more intense with each passing moment. I couldn’t ignore it any longer – I had to know what was going on.
I did some research and discovered that the house was indeed built on a sacred burial ground of the Paiute tribe. The more I read, the more I began to believe that the stories might be true. It had been almost a year of living in this new home and I was just celebrating a promotion at work. Despite that, I had a vivid frightening dream.
The ghost of a Paiute warrior appeared before me, angry and vengeful. He told me that I was disrespecting the sacred burial ground and that I needed to leave immediately. I tried to explain that I had no idea what I was doing, that I just wanted to understand, but he wouldn’t listen. He warned me that if I ever returned, I would suffer the consequences.
I left the house that night, never to return. I couldn’t bear the thought of angering the spirits any further. The house remained abandoned, and the ghost of the Paiute warrior continued to haunt it. I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt – I had unknowingly disrespected the burial ground and caused harm to the spirits that still resided there.
In time, I came to understand the power of the supernatural world. I learned to respect the spirits and to honor their traditions. The haunting had left a lasting impression on me, and I knew that I would never forget the lessons I had learned. Even though I could no longer call the house my home, I felt a sense of peace knowing that the spirits had been heard and that their story had been told.
User Submitted Photos:
Latest News
Scheduled Matches
Saturday Apr 2
Lorem Vs Impsum — 12pm
Ipsum vs Orci — 12pm
Pellentesque Vs ipsum — 12pm
Vivamus Vs Libero — 12pm
Convallis Vs Egestas — 12pm-12:45pm
Dapibus Vs Proin — 12pm
Nulla Vs Porttitor— 12pm
Orci Vs Dapibus — 12pm
Volutpat Vs Nulla — 12pm
Risus Vs Suscipit — 12pm
Saturday Apr 9
Lorem Vs Impsum — 12pm-12:45pm
Ipsum vs Orci — 12pm
Pellentesque Vs ipsum — 12pm
Convallis Vs Egestas — 12pm-12:45pm
Dapibus Vs Proin — 12pm-12:45pm
Nulla Vs Porttitor— 12pm-12:45pm
Volutpat Vs Nulla — 12pm
Risus Vs Suscipit — 12pm-12:45pm
Join the League
Open Registration: Mar 14 – Apr 30
Curabitur non nulla sit amet nisl tempus convallis quis ac lectus. Donec rutrum congue leo eget malesuada. Vivamus magna justo, lacinia eget