Haunted.

Haunted.

Yes haunted, as in real ghosts. This place made me a believer.

The room was clean and nice, the staff was great and the shrimp cocktails perfect. Great location, and the price was just right .

Now back to the beginning of my post. Yes, haunted. Was always someone to laugh at those who spoke of ghost stories. Not anymore.

When we checked into our room I felt anger, lots of anger. Had no reason to be, just had a great trip out and was laughing and having a good time. Until I walked into the room.

I even got into an argument with my girlfriend and was yelling, and I never yell. Stayed in the room because I was so angry at everything and I didnt know why. (I do not drink, so wasn't one of those random emotional bad drunk trips)

Eventually went to bed and then the show started when the lights were out.

She was asleep after having fun with her family all day.

Someone or something was in the room with me, anxiously walking around. Passing around the bed, close enough to brush by my feet (6"2 so they stick off the end) every damn time it walked by. A shadow of a man dressed from another time, maybe suit fedora. Hard to tell from a silhouette.

He would not stop, walking around the perimeter of the bed over and over. Stomping louder and louder, as if he was unable to enter the bed and wanted to hurt me in some way or waiting for me to exit the bed.

Like before a fight when someone is talking themself up to do something bad he kept walking back and forth around the bed.

Eventually I got tired of it all and fell asleep with the blanket over my head like a child. I felt as if it could not hurt or do anything to me, but that did not bring me calm. Could not believe what was happening, and I did not wake my girlfriend to see either. With every pass by my feet reminded me it was there, a slight brush of cold sheets against my toes.

Stomp...stomp...stomp.

The rest of the weekend I spent outside of the room and had fun. Did all I could to avoid sleeping and when I had to I downed a shot of nyquil so I wouldn't even remember going to bed. Most people visiting vegas are probably too drunk when they go to bed to realize they are knee deep in ghosts. Not a place for non drinking sobers like me.

Wish I could remember what room it was, only remember the view from the window.

So in summary, great service, comfy bed, and real ghosts.