I’m Jo, a hardly working former detective now turned tour guide. Old Vegas is my beat, not that fancy new part on the Strip. I like things a bit rough around the edges, like me.
Downtown Vegas is where they hid the bodies way back when. It’s got history – and ghosts.
I was on my way to the Cortez to play a few hands when I saw her. Your typical white lady haunt, or so I thought at the time. Just goes to show that looks can be deceiving even in the afterlife.
What’s a White Lady? She’s usually some innocent murdered by the man in her life in a fit of rage. She haunts the location where she died, looking for someone to rescue her. She never speaks. It’s odd to see one in the city of sin; usually they hang out on deserted country roads.
I’m sensitive to ghosts and other beings, so I see a lot of them. Or maybe it’s like my ex said, I’m just a crazy fool. I divorced him way back when he cheated on me, so I’ll let you decide.
So, she was standing near the corner of Sixth Street, downtown. She seemed solid enough as she stared at me with sad eyes, but the drunk guy walking through her gave it away. I stepped back towards the parking garage to get out of traffic and stopped. Curiosity will kill me one day.
She looked at me with misty gray eyes, sucking me into her gaze as mute tears rolled down her face. She was ethereally beautiful, surrounded by light. I couldn’t turn away. I felt myself staggering…
That’s when the wall behind me started bleeding. Everything went dark as a stench of decay rolled over me with the force of a throat punch. I blinked my stinging eyes while gagging and stumbling. I had to get away before I passed out. I put a hand on my trusty crucifix and prayed.
Nothing changed. It usually didn’t. Spirits these days just don’t get religion like they used to. So I hit myself on the head with it to knock some sense into me. That worked. I blinked and stumbled back, tripping over a dead body slumped against the wall. How in the hell did no one notice this? The smell alone should have clued someone in.
Well, it’s no longer my job to investigate so I called Metro and waited for them to arrive. The Lady had disappeared. I’m hoping for some answers, but I may never know what happened here.
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