What are the best options for Halloween 2020 in Vegas? I used to love going to Club XS for Halloween but I'm not sure about the current state of nightclubs in Vegas. I don't want to go to a nightclub if it requires me to be siloed at a table via table reservation. I wonder if the new Circa casino will be buzzing for Halloween since it just opened today?
submitted by “TO THE NIGHT SHIFTGUY, FROM THE DAY SHIFT GUY. I AM DRUNK ON THE J-O-B. I CANNOTT PARCIPITATE IN THIS ANY LONGER. I THOUGHT I HAD NO CHOICE BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER SICK BUT THIS IS NOT OK, NO MATTER WHAT THOSE MEN DID. HOPEFULLY YOU FEL THE SAME WAY AND THINK OF HOW TO DO SOMETHIG ABOUT IT. I CANNOT HANDLE IT.I FEEL SO MUCH GUILT AND SHAME FOR WHAT I HAVE BEEN PART OF THAT I DO NOT DESERVE MILLION DOLLARS. I AM GOING TO THE JUNGLE NOW WHERE I DESERVE TO BE. FUCK THIS PLACE AND WHO LURED US HERE. FUCK MONEY. I AM A PIECE OF SHIT. I HOPE YOU DO BETTER.”
Along with an electronic key card for the east door, this is what had been placed on the control panel prior to my shift a few days ago. A very perplexing, guilt ridden and drunkenly assembled note from the day shift guy…the one who I believed to be the only person on this island other than myself.
I’ve never actually met him over these past three months. We each work an 11 hour, 59 minute shift, every day. He from 8:00am to 7:59pm and I from 8:00pm to 7:59am. We have one minute for the shift change. I wait outside the control room at the west door and as soon as he exits the through the east side, the lock on my door becomes ready to open with my key card. So, other than the scent of his cologne, the pot of coffee he leaves brewing for me and the empty bottle of cognac currently sitting on the control panel, I know nothing about him. I don’t know his name, age, or nationality. All he’s been to me is the source of the ass warmth on the cold leather desk chair when I sit down every evening at 8PM sharp.
In order to help you understand what the hell is happening on your chosen electronic device’s screen at the moment, let me take you back just a bit.
I’m in debt. A shitload of debt to be exact, and four months ago I was unemployed for a number of reasons I won’t get into. My rent was due, my truck was being moved every few hours to stay out of sight of the repo man, and I was showering with bottled water from the apartment building’s fountain due to a ‘misunderstanding’ with the utilities commission. I was in a bad way, for sure.
I’m an I.T. professional with a couple impressive degrees and 15 years of experience, so I know a lot of shit and finding a job had never been difficult for me…until this most recent tangle with irresponsibility, of course. So, I was scrambling to find work before the property management company threw me out on my ear. Plus, that fountain water and stolen hand soap from the lobby is doing a real number on my skin. Monster, Glassdoor, The Ladders…I had hit them all, willing to take just about anything. After far too long I began to grow despondent, until finally one day this email appeared in my inbox.
“Hello, Kyle. My name is David Danbury and I represent parties who are eager to have you in their employ. We’ve seen your profile and resume on several job sites and must say we’re quite impressed with your skill set--although one immediately does wonder why a man with your talents is looking for what appears to be his sixth job in the past five years? Nevertheless, I am here to present to you an opportunity for a one time, three month contract overseas. The work will not be challenging for an advanced professional such as yourself (although you may find it difficult without the ponies to play), but you will be almost completely isolated for the duration of the contract. Although long periods of solitude can be maddening for some, I have no doubt a man with your ability to get out of sticky situations can handle some extended alone time. If you should choose to take the assignment, I can guarantee your safety and security as long as you stay within the guidelines and boundaries presented to you. The work will be stale and boring, just as you found your life to be once you discovered the thrill of Vegas, and you will be paid as soon as the terms of your contract have been satisfied. You will find the compensation to be substantial, to say the least. We both know you could use the money at this point… If you’re interested in this assignment please reply in kind and I’ll send you the paperwork and instructions for your travel. Sincerely, David Danbury, Esq.
I’ll skip the bullshit about ‘thinking it over.’ The truth is, I couldn’t accept fast enough. I’m in debt, remember? For three months I could handle anything, but I know what these contract jobs consist of; high hourly pay, fat per diems, and nice hotel rooms.
Now, I’ll spare you the details of my travel and arrival. Reddit doesn’t have the attention span for that kind of thing, and truthfully, I’m as guilty as anyone of scanning past the fluff in an
nosleep tale to get right to the meat and bones of it. Yeah I know, someone worked hard on all that fluff. I did too, then deleted it when I knew no one would care. So, here’s that meat and bones…
I was picked up and delivered by plane, basically blindfolded, to a small island in the middle of somewhere and left standing inside the door of a concrete bunker with nothing but my suitcase and a stack of instructions on, of all things, dot matrix paper—and no…it wasn’t stripped or separated. Some asshole is out there having a grand old time handing this archaic shit to unsuspecting contractors.
While littering the hallways with side strips I explored my work and living situation while scanning through the instructions. The work was simple…diagnostics and debugs, software updates, calibration and testing of lines and connections, and other general maintenance for a bunch of communications and video equipment.
My living quarters was really pretty damned sweet. In addition to all the bottled water I could ever need for showering, I had a nice big bedroom with a sitting room off to the side, a large, fully stocked kitchen, a few TV’s, a VR headset, tons of video games and several hundred movies. And to top it all off, there was a large selection of alcohol and beer.
I walked the main hallway where I found a good sized fitness room with all sorts of workout stuff, another big kitchen with a small cafeteria, a few more vacant living quarters identical to mine, and a big pantry with an endless amount of supplies and necessities. There were several rooms full of the equipment I would be maintaining, all of which was brand new stuff from the top manufacturers. .
The hallway ended at the big steel door to the room where I would spend the majority of my 11 hour, 59 minute shifts. Attached to the door was an envelope with my name on it.
“Hello Kyle, and welcome to your home for the next three months. The room beyond this door will be the hub of your operations and you will be sharing it with another technician. Your shift will begin promptly at 8:00PM each night and will end at 7:59AM the next morning. DO NOT arrive late or leave late. When the daytime technician’s door closes at 7:59PM you will have one minute to open the lock with the included magnetic keycard. Once you’ve opened the door it will remain unlocked for the remainder of your shift so you can move freely about the west end of the facilities. Under no circumstances are you to interact with the day technician. This work is part of a controlled study and it is critical that your duties be conducted 100% independently. In addition to this, it is STRONGLY suggested that you DO NOT leave the bunker. For reasons of personal safety, you are not locked inside, but let us assure you, outside the bunker is somewhere you only want to be as an absolute last resort. Good luck, and remember…safety first!”
Everything went down as described. The work was gravy. So gravy in-fact that it would have made a great Poutine for our Canadian friends. You nasty fuckers. Who ever dreamed up mixing brown gravy and curdled cheese anyway??
I ran through the scheduled checks, calibrations, reports each night. I arrived at the door a couple minutes early, heard the door on the other side slam shut, and shoved my card in the slot as soon as the lock’s activation indicator went green. Although it was probably against the rules, the day shift technician left a fresh pot of coffee brewing for me each evening and I began to do the same for him each morning. How did I know the other tech was a man? It was the cologne. Kenneth Cole, circa 2005. I bought a bottle back then at the suggestion of the new lady I was seeing. She was bat shit crazy and I barely managed to cling to my sanity for the four months we were together. That one is an
nosleep all of its own. I will *never* forget that scent. Not ever…
Everything was going smoothly for a long ass time. I ran into very few problems in my work, and they were solved quickly and without disruption to the gear under my care. My life may be in a constant state of uncertainty and downright chaos, but when it comes to equipment? Those devices are my babies. I take great pride in my work and it’s ALWAYS first class.
I really didn’t know what all the shit was for, though. The functions I performed were strictly for operational stability. Were the video monitors connected? Was the video storage equipment running smoothly? Was it cold enough in the server room? Were the video test images (a loop of wild horses galloping on the beach) clear and sharp? I just kept everything functioning and ensured all the backup systems were good to go at any moment.
So who was running all this sweet ass gear? The day shift guy, I presume. All those damned video monitors in that control room were for something, and it was a big something. At the time I figured the island was probably under surveillance from coast to coast to coast to coast. Why? Who knows…I didn’t particularly care, but I did feel a bit cheated when I propped my feet up on the terminal and all I got to see was horses kicking up wet sand and tossing their manes back and forth like a shitty beer commercial. I had watched that scene so many times that after a couple months I knew every detail. I had the horses named, had picked out which ones were married, which were single, which were cheating, who the assholes were, and various other daytime soap opera kind of shit.
Why not fire up a movie? Because I HAD to watch that loop. I spent an hour every night with my eyes glued to those screens, making sure not a pixel was out of place. I was under clear instruction that everything should be perfect at all times.
So what the hell did the day shift guy do? I presume he ran the cameras, collected images, data, wrote up observations, reports, etc. I think he got to be James Bond and I was the inventor in the basement at MI6 who didn’t get any of the glory for keeping Bond’s ass alive. It figured. Life had been pinching my ball sack with a big pair of salad tongs for years, so why expect to get the glorious job? I bet that motherfucker was getting paid double my salary. Asshole. HOWEVER, he did brew a great cup of Joe.
My free time was spent doing a little of everything. I like to work out, although with no money for a gym membership I’ve not exerted much energy lately outside of running from bill collectors. So I hit the gym, watched movies, surfed the web, and ate a shit ton of good food. One thing I do miss is gambling. I’ve spent my fair share of time at tracks and in casinos, for sure. It’s a rush like nothing else, but when you crash you crash hard. I crash too often.
Truth be told, I’m a mess. I have an ex-wife, a kid I hardly ever see, and I’ve destroyed most of my other interpersonal relationships. Solitary work is probably what’s best for me and I think I’m probably just not a very good person. But don’t think I don’t dwell on that fact—I do. I’ve just yet to actually DO anything about it.
However, everything changed when the day shift guy went AWOL and I found the Island’s residents. And then the plane washed ashore.
…and then the bodies began piling up.
Ok really, now. I’m not gonna put you off until tomorrow just yet.
So back to the letter from the day shift guy. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I mean…it sounded like he was really torn up about something. Something so bad in-fact, it made him walk out into the jungle never (presumably) to be seen again. And what the hell was he saying about “no matter what they did?”
Seriously, dude. You couldn’t hang onto your guilt ridden conscience another few days for what…a million bucks? Was he serious? Part of me was scared for what I was about to find out, and the other part of me was wondering if I was getting anywhere near a million dollars for my own gig…unless whatever he was doing on day shift was so terrible it would require ridiculous money to keep someone participating.
DSG (as we’ll call him for now) had left the entire operation unlocked and active. The monitors were all running and the control computers were unlocked. Most of the screens had a solid gray color displaying, but some were kicking on and off. I quickly realized they were motion activated, so the camera would run for a while if something was happening in its field of vision and send a live stream to the monitors. The sun was nearly gone and there wasn’t much light remaining, so I figured the night vision on the cameras would be kicking in soon.
I watched the displays come and go for a bit. Nocturnal animal activity, giant bugs landing on the lenses…stuff like that. Then out of nowhere, I saw people. A whole lot of people, to be exact. I’m a shitty guess on crowd size but some very sloppy counting put the number close to 50, if not more. It was like an encampment of some kind. Several fires burned and makeshift torches were set up in a crude perimeter. Everyone I could see was male and most of them were sitting or lying down. Their clothing matched—extremely dirty white coveralls.
Some of the men appeared to be standing guard with homemade spears or clubs, or with no weapon at all. It was surreal to suddenly see other humans on this island that for three months I thought was only inhabited by DSG and myself. They obviously were some sort of group, which meant they had a common origin or source.
One other thing was common…every single one of them looked either scared, angry, or despondent.
As the last bit of evening sun faded off into the horizon, I watched them for a while and let the past couple hours’ events soak in. What were these people doing here? Who were they? What were they scared of? And was I working for whoever was responsible for them being here?
I was pondering all these questions when my screens starting switching on like crazy. Movement caught my eye but it was quick, and whatever I had seen was not alone. The men in the camp (who I’ll now refer to as the captives) went into panic mode, either scrambling to get into the jungle or taking up some kind of defensive position. Judging by mouth movements they looked to be screaming, but I had no audio feed and as best I could tell from searching through the computer, an audio feed didn’t exist. As the chaos unfolded I finally caught a look at what was getting the captives in such a fuss.
SNAKES
At first all I could see was a glimmer of what I now know was their eyes reflected in the night vision. It started with just one, down low, then another and another and even more, and suddenly I was looking at HUNDREDS of eyes seemingly floating along the ground. God they were FAST too, just shooting back and forth. One of the men began to flail around in an absolute panic. I couldn’t see the outline of a snake, but his neck was gone from the sight picture and I could see the glint of one of those snake eyes. It had wrapped the guy up like a scarf and was choking him to death.
Another man was spinning in circles as if he was surrounded by multiple attackers. The tiny lights of the snake eyes were shooting at him like bullets from at least 10 feet out. Striking his legs over and over, then working their way up. He turned away from the camera briefly and when he came back around the moonlight gave me a clear view of his face. He had a snake’s fangs clamped down directly on each eye. I watched his muted screams, pulling at them furiously as the others continued to strike with relentless enthusiasm. Finally the captive managed to pry both snakes free and flung them to the ground. The moonlight caught his face again, and to my horror, I could see the eye sockets were empty.
I shut off the monitors. I could take no more of the nightmare playing out on these screens. I was helpless in my position and watching this was going to do them no good.
I took a break for food, coffee and some deep breathing exercises to calm my nerves. This was fucked up. Those guys were captives for sure, and it didn’t appear to me that the snakes were just naturally hanging out. Plus, the sheer speed and ruthlessness of those things. Geez. That was NOT normal.
Getting back on the main computer, I poked around in DSG’s files with shaky hands. I opened one labeled “DAY SHIFT DUTIES.” I was a little jealous that DSG didn’t get the pleasure of dot matrix paper. The word document was fairly brief.
HELLO MR. IVANOV. PURSUANT TO OUR AGREEMENT, HERE ARE YOUR INSTRUCTIONS FOR HOW TO SPEND THE 11 HOURS, 59 MINUTES IN THIS CONTROL ROOM. 1. EACH DAY, LOCATE THE PARTICIPANTS, COUNT THEM, LOG THE SERIAL NUMBER ON THE BACK OF EACH MAN AND CROSS REFERENCE IT WITH THE LIST PROVIDED IN THE FILE TITLED “PARTICIPANT LIST.” NOTE THEIR BEHAVIOR AND MOOD, AND MAKE NOTE OF THEIR GENERAL ACTIVITIES BOTH AS INDIVIDUALS AND AS A GROUP. 2. LOCATE THE PAIR OF DICE IN THE THIRD DRAWER ON THE RIGHT. TOSS THEM AND MAKE NOTE OF THE RESULT. ON THE HOUR CORRESPONDING WITH THE RESULT OF THE DICE THROW, PLEASE INITIATE THE SEQUENCE DESCRIBED IN THE FILE TITLED “FEEDING TIME” IN THE “NON-HUMAN PARTICIPANTS” FOLDER. FOR EXAMPLE, IF THE DICE ROLL TOTALS NINE, YOU WILL INITIATE THE FEEDING SEQUENCE AT 9:00AM. IF NO SEQUENCE IS INITIATED MANUALLY, THE COMPUTER WILL CHOOSE A TIME AND YOU WILL BE PENALIZED FINANCIALLY. THIS WOULD NOT BODE WELL FOR SVETLANA. IF THE DICE THROW RESULTS IN AN HOUR OUTSIDE OF YOUR SHIFT, THE SEQUENCE WILL INITIATE AUTOMATICALLY. REVIEW THE CAMERA FOOTAGE AT THE BEGINNING OF YOUR NEXT WORK DAY AND CARRY OUT THE REQUIRED DUTIES DESCRIBED IN PART 1. IF YOU PREFER TO DO SO YOU MAY ROLL THE DICE MULTIPLE TIMES AND PROGRAM THE FEEDING TIMES UP TO FIVE DAYS IN ADVANCE. -AFTER THE FEEDING PROCESS IS COMPLETE, PROVIDE A DESCRIPTION OF THE EVENT (THE MORE DETAIL, THE BETTER), THE CAMERAS THAT PRIMARLY CAPTURED THE EVENT, THE CIRCUMSTANCE THAT RESULTED IN THE LOSS OF ANY PARTICIPANT, AND AGAIN PERFORM THE SERIAL NUMBER CROSS-REFERENCE, THEN UPDATE THE PARTICIPANT FILE. AFTER PERFORMING YOUR DUTIES, SEND THE FILE TO [
[email protected]](mailto:
[email protected])
***EACH OF THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE AN ANKLE COLLAR FOR TRACKING PURPOSES. YOU MAY ACTIVATE THE TRACKERS VIA THE INCLUDED SOFTWARE IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO ACCOUNT FOR ALL OF THE MEN BY THE PREFERRED METHODS, BUT MANUAL ENTRY AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS IS THE PREFERRED METHOD. AGAIN, THESE DUTIES MUST BE CARRIED OUT EACH DAY**. WE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR BEING IN OUR EMPLOY AND WISH YOU WELL. WE ARE SURE YOU WON’T LET SVETLANA DOWN.**
So…what the fuck?
“Participants?” “Events?” “Non-human Participants?”
It wasn’t hard to surmise the man’s job was to watch sadistic, brutally violent shit happen to the captives, log the serial numbers of the survivors, and provide post game analysis. I came to the eye-opening realization that I had been going about this mundane existence completely oblivious to the fact that terrible things may be going on all around me. And I was sitting there every night, pounding oreo cookies and making sure the controls of this nightmare were in tip top shape.
I mean…
I may as well have been Freddy Krueger’s knife sharpener.
I was blown away and trying to figure out what the hell to do when I realized something…DSG, aka Mr. Ivanov, was gone. And in order to keep the powers-that-be in the dark about his departure, those daily duties still had to be carried out...
carried out by ME.
I had just watched “feeding time” happen live. Furthermore, at some point after 8:00AM when his shift would normally start I would have to review the footage, describe the incident, fill out the required logs…
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