Letter from Vegas

A few weeks ago my friends, Dana Markins and Andy Romero, a couple of paranormal enthusiasts, wanted to know where they should go to investigate stuff like that. I suggested Potosi, Goldfield, Chloride or Rhyolite.

Since I didn’t know they had gone, it surprised me to get a letter from Dana. It concerned me that I never got the phone call she promised and now, I can’t seem to reach her or Andy.

Furthermore, I contacted the West Los Angeles Community Police Station to ask them to do a welfare check on the pair. They told me their Volvo was found abandoned at a ’76’ gas station on San Vicente Blvd.,  and no one saw them leave it.

Instead, I filed a missing persons report.

August 8th

Hey Tom,

You were right about Rhyolite, what a beautiful place, especially at night. Andy and I had a blast. We got some neat EVP’s and orb-type pictures. It’s amazing how many stars you can see when there’s no street lights in the way.

We’re sitting in a coffee shop inside the Bellagio waiting for the sun to come up, bored and full of coffee. We should be sleeping but we had a really frightening experience while playing the slots and don’t want to be where there are no people around.

Andy noticed a weird-looking man with a very pale complexion and eyes darker than his black hair. He was also playing the slots. But he appeared more interested in a couple seated nearby him.

So we sat there, playing the slots. and watching him until the couple got up and headed for the door. That’s when the pale-looking guy got up too and started following them.

Andy got scared for the couple and wanted to go warn them, but didn’t. He said the man didn’t have a reflection as he walked along the mirrored wall.  I swear my heart nearly stopped when I saw that.  Looking back, it could have been the angle that made him appear reflectionless.

It was made even more clear to us that we’d better not follow or interfere when the guy turned and glared at us. And if that wasn’t enough he hissed at us. When he did that, we both saw his sharpened teeth. Honestly, I don’t know if they were real or not, but I don’t want to take any chances.

I’m used to going out and looking for paranormal experiences, not having them come to me. Andy and I can’t wait to get back to Brentwood and put this shit behind us.  I’m cured of the supernatural for a while.

Will call when we get home.

Love, Dana