haunted casino


conperani-tf2-stuff submitted:

There was this one time that me and my family went to Las Vegas for a vacation. Now, I know what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas is a rule about these sort of things, but I’d still like to share it.

It was when I was about 6 years old or so. Our family, my dad, mom, older brother, and I, all went to Vegas just to relax and play around for the weekend. The day passed us by as we went to a few shows and such. We originally had made a reservation at Caesars Palace, but they apparently lost our room. We got a refund and a new reservation at this hotel called Terrible’s. Despite the name, it wasn’t that bad of a hotel. We checked in, set down our luggage,  and unpacked for the night. My mom and my dad decided to go see this play or something with a few friends they made earlier in the day. They left me and my brother in the hotel room and pranced off into the night. We booted up the N64 in the room because we were bored, and played a bit of it. 

While he was playing it, the lights turned off by themselves. I screamed, but my brother payed no attention to me. The T.V. shut itself off, but my brother kept twisting the control stick. And there we sat for what seemed like forever in the darkness. Suddenly, the light to the bathroom flickered on. I thought it was my parents back from their play and rushed to hug them for comfort. What I found was a woman wearing very Amish like clothing standing in front of me. She was brandishing a very large knife and had a look that paralyzed me. The two of us stared at each other for a good few seconds before she raised her arm with the blade. Her arm lurched forward for my body as I closed my eyes and braced for the hit.

It never came. I woke up on the bed, sitting upright. I was panting and I was in cold sweat. My parents were asleep and so was my brother. I cautiously went to the bathroom to confirm that what I had was a dream and nothing more. The bathroom was empty. I sighed and went to wash my face at the sink. That’s when I saw it. A dark patch of skin in the middle of my body. I stared at it with wonder. It looked like something went through that part of me.

Something like a knife. 

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 9/10 I think you know why the hotel was called Terrible’s.  Thanks for sharing the scares!


Bound together by a cursed ring: Rudolph Valentino, Russ Colombo, and Jack Dunn.

Hollywood is rife with shocking tales, some more perplexing and strange than others. Is the case of Valentino’s supposedly haunted ring just a myth born out of a series of unfortunate coincidences, or is there something more sinister behind it? It all reads like a horror pulp fiction novel, yet it is true. 

 It begins when Valentino saw a handsome tiger eye ring in a jewelry shop window. He went in and bought it, despite the vendor’s warning it had brought bad luck to its previous owner. Not a superstitious man, Valentino wore it during the filming of his next project The Young Rajah. The film flopped and was Valentino’s first and only career failure. He did not get hired for the next two years. Alarmed, he set it aside for a while, and his career began to take off again.  Years later he wore it once more, and two weeks later he was dead at 31 of peritonitis (or arsenic poisoning?). 

After his death, offered to own a memento from the departed star, his friend Palo Negri chose the ring. Immediately after she was struck by a severe illness which threatened her career. A year later, while recovering she met singer Russ Colombo whom she described as resembling the star. “From one Valentino to another,” she said when she gave him the ring.  A few days later Colombo was dead in a shooting accident, at the age of 26.

Colombo’s best friend, entertainer Joe Casino, inherited the ring. He put it under glass, convinced something was definitely wrong with it. But some time later he cracked and took it out. A week later Casino was run over by a truck and killed.

Casino’s brother, Del, stored it in his home which James Willis chose to rob. He was caught in the act with the ring in his stash, and died when the police shot at him. The ring returned to Del who kept it until Edward Small, a producer, asked to borrow it so Jack Dunn, an Olympic skater and budding actor, could wear it for his audition in the role of…Rudolph Valentino. Dunn hesitated but put it on. 10 days later he had died of tularemia, a rare blood disease contracted by handling a rabbit. He was 21.

The ring was put in a bank vault. Following a burglary no one knows where it is today.