PandastcASMR
patreon
RAW SCRIPT : [ASMR] I Regret Buying a House in Las Vegas [M4A] [R/LetsNotMeet]
🕑 Added 2022-12-06 03:11:07 +0000 UTC©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR
➤ Original Upload Date: October 25th, 2021
______________________________________________________________________________________
Moonlight Menschen - Myuu
♩♫ Upbeat Jazz Music ♪♬ - New York, 1924 (Copyright and Royalty Free)
[plays in the background]
______________________________________________________________________________________
Breathe it all in. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol, the smell of the interior of the Ubers, and the smell of vagrant urine and feces. The sights and sound of the slot machines hitting the jackpot, the screams of the people who just gambled away their life savings, and the joyful sounds of people having fun and enjoying life. Las Vegas baby. Sin City. The places where your dreams come true or where dreams come to die. However, this story isn’t going to be reading my version of the Hangover movie. My story should serve as a warning to all tourists and locals to tread carefully when considering purchasing a home in the city of sin. My name is Jack Rosenburg. I currently live in the state of Arizona in the city of Phoenix. Cliche I know. I’m 38 years old and I was just promoted to junior partner in my firm. The promotion came with a hefty bonus along with a $10,000 yearly salary increase. I was, in every sense of the word, set for life. So, to celebrate, I decided to take a week long vacation to Las Vegas and I booked myself a suite at the Bellagio. After I arrived at my hotel room, I went back downstairs and felt risky and I tried my luck at the Poker and Blackjack tables. I lost $300, Lady luck’s a bitch. No matter, I had money to blow.
Figuring that I wouldn’t lose at my other favorite hobby, drinking, I wandered over to the bar. I ordered myself a jack on the rocks and just enjoyed my time. Not even 15 minutes go by and a lovely young woman seems to have magically materialized in the seat next to me. She greeted me with a firm handshake and I figured, screw it, my girlfriend of 8 years just dumped me, I deserve some female interaction. We got to talking but it turns out she wasn’t interested in me as a potential bad decision but she saw me as a customer. Her name was Jennifer and she was apparently a real estate agent. I almost lost interest until she showed me a beautiful house that was in a safe...or well safer...location in Las Vegas. This house was amazing. It was in a cul-de-sac, huge backyard for Sparks, my German Shepard, to run around with a pool, and a beautifully landscaped front lawn. It had 3 bedrooms and 2 ½ bathrooms with a three car garage. The cherry on top of it was for the low price of $300,000. I could make that up in three years. I decided, why the hell not. So, during my stay, instead of enjoying the nightlife, I was too involved with the joys of future home ownership in the city of sin. The paperwork went through surprisingly quickly...too quick but I didn’t think to care at the time. I called my boss and told her the good news and she even allowed me to transfer over to their location that was barely a 20 minute drive from my new house. Everything was going according to plan...for about a year.
I’ve been living at my new home for about a year now and have been living rather comfortably I may add. That is until one day, my security system went off and my phone went off during a conference call. When I excused myself to the restroom and checked my phone, there was a notification that there was movement in my backyard. This was odd since Sparky was an inside dog until I got home to let him out to stretch his legs or take a dip in the pool. I checked three out of four outdoor cameras and nothing was out of the ordinary. That was until I looked at the fourth camera. I was just barely able to make out the back of a woman’s bare skinned leg wearing a red high heel exit my side gate. I was not able to catch her on the cameras facing the driveway. Thankfully, Sparks was unharmed and sound asleep in my bed. A week goes by and yet again, my security system goes off again. This time, I was able to catch slightly more of the woman with red heels. I caught the back of her body speed walking away. This woman appeared to be of Hispanic descent or at least a very tanned Caucasian. She had dirty blonde hair and was carrying an all black clutch purse. She was wearing a maroon colored backless dress and I could just barely make out the tribal tattoo that was covering her back. Again, she disappeared mysteriously. Three days go by and I have to take a sick day. I was feeling under the weather, don’t worry, it’s not what you think it was, so I stayed home. I don’t think this mystery woman was expecting me to be home because as I was making my hot tea I heard the sounds of high heels outside my front door. I sneak to my bedroom and command Sparky to hush. I grab my gun and sneak back to the kitchen but as I’m nearly turning the corner, the front door opens. I tiptoe back to my bedroom and I grab Sparky and we both go into my walk in closet. Thankfully, the AC was cranked so Sparky was thankfully not panting as loudly as he did. All I heard was the constant opening and closing of all my doors and then my heart nearly sank as I heard her walk into my bedroom. I hushed Sparks again and I cocked the hammer to my gun. I aimed it at my door and I narrowed my eyes, locking them and I had my arms and hands firm. The doorknob began to turn, but suddenly stopped and it was let go. I heard what I thought was Sparky growling but it was coming from outside my door.
The last thing I heard was a loud whoosh and my front door slammed shut. I checked my interior cameras and there she was. Jennifer, the real estate agent, she was the mystery woman this whole time. I contemplated calling her but then she would know I heard the growling and who knows what she might do. I have never been on edge more than that day. Or so I thought. This time, a month goes by without incident and then I see her again as I’m working from home. But, something was off. There were three huge bodybuilder-like gentlemen escorting her to my home. I unholstered my gun and I beat them to the door. I locked it immediately and through my doorbell cam demanded to know what they wanted. In the most sinister voice I’ve ever heard, I heard, clear as day, Jennifer utter, “We are here to claim our end of the bargain”. Without warning, her three male escorts appear in my house. Their eyes were a dark yellow and they had faces of pure anger. Their teeth were all razor sharp and their fingernails were long and sharp like claws. I took aim and shot all three of them in the head and they dropped dead in my living room. I heard Jennifer growl and yell and then storm off. I called the police and explained everything. When they arrived, the female officer who was taking my statement tried to reassure me. However, there was nothing they could do. The real estate company was nowhere to be discovered and there was nothing in the police database about Jennifer. As for the growling and the yellow eyes...I mean would you have believed me? After the police did their investigation and came out carrying the three bodies, the female officer gave me her private contact information. She told me, verbatim, “Everyone else may not believe you, but I sure as hell do Mr. Jason. If you experience anything else out of the ordinary, I want you to call me on my personal line. I won’t tell a soul, not even Jennifer”. She paused for a moment to look around. “What happens in Vegas” she said as she took off her aviators. She stared at me, pierced my soul with those same dark yellow eyes. “Stays in Vegas” before winking and walking away. I stood there, motionless and unable to speak. I don’t think I’ll be staying in Vegas any longer. It’s been three months since the events and I’m thankful nothing has happened so far. Jennifer, I hope we never meet again.
©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR©©PandastcASMR
