I came across this guy's story by accident while surfing the internet for unusual stories about casino experiences and was intrigued by this man's story telling. Was this man's experience for real? Or is he just a good writer? Decide for yourselves.
submitted 1 year ago * by dudewheresmyreality
I am a 24/m with no history of mental or physical illness that could possibly explain this. What I am about to share with you does not come easily for me in the least. Mostly because I already know trying to explain my experience is going to make me sound fucking crazy. But I'd much rather sound crazy anonymously to the internet than sound crazy to my close friends. I'm kind of worried about how they might react.
I'll get right to it and try to fill in any necessary details around it. Sorry if it's hard to follow. Bear with me, please.
We had been at the casino for three days now. Earlier that month we had stayed close to two weeks. Not sure why, but we got comped every night so what was initially supposed to be a two day trip ended up being much longer. I personally don't gamble that much, a couple hundred here and there. But by no means enough to warrant comping me three consecutive nights at this resort. Oh well, I'm not complaining.
During that first trip a friend of mine who does gamble a lot met a random guy "Greg" in the high-roller gaming area. I guess he was cool because my friends came to get me from the poker room to go meet this guy. He must've made quite an impression. Before I could cash out another random guy at the table, "Chris", overhears this conversation and cashes out before me and follows us to meet Greg. He wasn't exactly invited, but we've been at this casino for so long at this point and hung out with so many random people that we didn't think much of it. Sidenote: Greg pays for EVERYTHING that night. Taxi/alcohol/strippers
After we return home, both Greg and Chris text my friends and I repeatedly throughout the week asking/inquiring as to when we are coming back. They promise fun, strippers, and possible room accommodations. Chris even gives me the phone number to reserve a room and tells me how to go through the automated system to make it easier for me. All pretty friendly stuff.
And then I get this feeling... I'm usually not a paranoid person at all, but I got a weird feeling about these two guys. They are around 15-20 years older than us, they really want us to come back to the casino, and they seem to ALWAYS be there (Greg has been there close to a month at this point). I feed into this paranoia and come to the conclusion that one, if not both, of these guys is working undercover for the casino. I accept this far-fetched idea and think its ingenious that the casino has implemented undercover employees to mingle with their guests and subtly get us to play more games, and advertise various shops and restaurants to us without our immediate knowledge. I think it's quite clever and am convinced that if these aren't undercover employees then well, they should hire some because that is a fuckin great idea.
Now..comes the part where I lose you guys if I haven't already. I can't believe I'm even trying to explain this. On our return trip we managed to get ourselves a comped suite. Score! The first night we ran around slot-hopping, where something strange happened too, but I'll get into that later. The next day we bumped into Greg. Like I said.. this guy.. is always there. He then proceeds to arrange a hooker to come meet another friend of ours. Now I'm thinking... holy shit.. is this guy a pimp? or do I still think he's an undercover casino employee? or... both?! Doesn't matter.. Now we're at the blackjack table with Greg, two of my friends, and myself, while our other friend is getting busy with said hooker in the room.
And this is where the bizarre shit happens. We're all sitting there and all of a sudden I get really, really, cold. I start shivering uncontrollably, yet intermittently. I can't concentrate on conversations and for some reason can only hear select words. My mind is racing and then I am overcome with paranoia. I don't quite know what the hell is going on at this point, physically. It's here I start honing in on select cue words from Greg. He keeps saying "ride it out".. "ride it out".. "Almost there".. All while talking about blackjack but everything he says pertains to what I am thinking and freaking out about in my head. At times he directly comments on thoughts I am having in my head and even does hand gestures to illustrate my thoughts. Yeah.. I'm freaking out... but.. I know I'm sober. No alcohol or drugs prior to this event.. This doesn't make sense.
I am now becoming hypersensitive to everything around me. Conversations, strangers, pit bosses. The music playing over the speakers, though I know to be very mild, is now overbearing and a strange, very prominent, buzzing/pulsating sound is in my ears. The more I focus in on this sound and the more I allow it to "break" me down, the louder a voice becomes that says, "He's getting close." Whenever I hear that voice I pull away my focus from the pulsating sound and try my very best to look normal in front of everyone while I am secretly very fucking confused. So I try to relax.. the whole time I'm focusing on my breathing and trying to calm myself down.
Now this is going on in waves.. the pulsating... the buzzing.. the comments.. the shivering..the voice that says "he's getting close" everytime I feed into what I try to tell myself are hallucinations.. but.. why am I hallucinating while just sitting here in a casino?
Then what feels like a bug hits me in the back. It's the same feeling you'd expect if a fairly large beetle flew and landed on your back. I reach my hand over my shoulder and grab at the spot and immediately feel it. It's moving... but it's under my shirt. How the fuck did it get under my shirt? Whatever, I pinch my shirt around it and work it up to my collar to pop it out. I grab it with my fingers and it's squirming around in my fingertips and I freak out and drop it. I now grab the bottom of my shirt and do that flapping thing people do to get something out of their shirt. While I'm doing this I hear Greg say, "There you go, now you can get in there." I freeze, look at him... and instantly feel something crawling around my neck. I slap my hand to the back of neck, only to feel SOMETHING crawl INTO the back of my neck. Ummm...yeah.. if I was freaking out before... then well you could say this made me lose my shit.
Even during this unexplainable thing I was going through I still managed to have some sense of humor. I remember thinking to myself, "Holy shit.. did ... did I just get matrixed?" I think that little humorous thought was some sort of defense mechanism, cuz I'm pretty sure my brain was freaking out. I had thoughts of this being some sort of technology we aren't aware of yet. Technology to fuck with one person's senses while everyone else is normal. And technology to hack my brain. These were my thoughts man... I know.. it sounds crazy..
At some point immediately after this I saw a black blur quickly move from down the pathway by the slots, around the blackjack table and then directly behind me. VERY quickly. I looked over my right shoulder, nothing. Looked over my left, nothing. But I couldn't shake that feeling that someone was behind me. It's here that I heard Greg say something along the lines of, "Go explore, it's your world now." in a voice that was like he was disappointed. Maybe he was expecting a different result? Or maybe I wasn't supposed to be this aware of what was happening to me? Either way I felt something enter the back of my neck and just like that I felt like I was in a trance or some sort of hypnotic state. Although I've never been in one before, I imagine this is what it's like.
I don't really know much of what happened after the "Go explore" comment. But I remember having this overwhelming feeling that Greg was a part of this.. and even the casino itself was part of what was happening to me. The hooker eventually came back down and found us at the table. My friends got up and I followed them back to the room.
I was now terrified of being alone anywhere in this casino. My thoughts were noticeably more clear now that we left that table. It was only when I walked away that I noticed how clouded my thoughts and senses actually were. Very noticeably different.
Okay.. so now here I am. The days and weeks following this event have been filled with paranoia, losing sleep, and constantly rubbing that spot on the back of my neck trying to convince myself that it didn’t really happen. I notice movement specifically in shadows, daily. I also see something in my field of vision that I can guess is about the size of a fruitfly that appears, flys a small "S" curve, and disappears. Again, almost daily. It always happens very quickly and before I am able to focus in on it.
So, reddit. Tell me something. Tell me I'm crazy. Tell my to lay off the weed. I don't know. But what happened to me was not a drug induced hallucination. If so, then this drug has the ability to mess with temperatures, vision, hearing, and touch all while not giving off the impression of being a hallucination at any point. It’s all seamless and VERY real. These weren't warm colors, and geometric shapes melting and warping into loving hugs. This was a, "I'm taking over your body and you can't do anything about it" kind of experience.
I did some research on schizophrenia, you know... because the only way I can come to peace about this in a sane and rational way is to come to the conclusion that I may have just experienced my very first psychotic episode? That sounds almost laughably ironic.. but seriously.. I can't fucking explain this at all. Are there any people out there familiar with this that could provide me some insight? I’m serious… I haven’t spoken to my friends about this, I stay in almost everyday (though I may blame reddit for that), my whole demeanor, and personality, and possibly my perception of reality have changed because of this…
EDIT: So a lot of you have come up with some ideas as to how/why this happened. Many of you suggested I get a psychological evaluation, or see a doctor in general. I think that's the best course of action. Others suggest something a little more sinister and that I was drugged. Although, I have my reasons to believe this is something I am almost not even considering, I do appreciate the concern. I hadn't eaten or drank anything that my friends did not also consume prior to this happening. Also, I didn't drink anything at the table and for hours prior to going down to the casino we were in the suite watching football. So, although I see it as very unlikely, I'll still leave it open as a small,tiny, possibility.
EDIT 2: Edit deleted. It was a imgur of a troll comment that was deleted. It freaked me out because it contained the name of the casino which I hadn't named previously. Didn't feel right leaving that here and also got accused of viral marketing??? Not too sure if this would be the most ideal topic to be promoting a casino with, but hey, you never know. I have an inkling that I'm losing my mind, but I also have an inkling that whoever accused me of that is an idiot. Carry on, internet.
EDIT 3: I spent all night reading and replying to you guys. Thanks for everyone who expressed a sincere effort to either make me more comfortable, provide some much needed advice, or simply nudge me in the right direction. Thank you again! Goodnight? Morning? Goodsleeps.
EDIT 4: Since this post has attracted some attention. More than I would have thought. And since there are many of you who think I made this up, or that I wasn't even at a casino, or that I couldn't have possibly spent 2 weeks there or gotten several comped nights. I invite a mod to verify, at the very least, that I was in fact where I was when I said I was. I have a receipt, room keys, my players card, and almost daily pictures of my stay there on my instagram. So, although I already got the answers I needed to hear and alot of bullshit as I expected. I feel the need to defend this thread so that people don't just assume EVERYTHING they read that doesn't fit their idea of reality must be a troll. I also know even after I prove that I was in fact there when I said I was there really is no way for me to prove that my experience took place. Unfortunately, I didn't quite think to instagram that at the moment.
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