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Room 629

by Vicki-Ann Bush

Room 629 - Vickt Ann Bush
Editions:Kindle - Second Edition: $ 4.99
Pages: 186
Paperback - Second Edition: $ 12.99
ISBN: 978-1734841305
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 219

Far enough to feel like a vacation, close enough to be home by Monday.

Unable to get away for more than a couple of days, Primm is a short forty minute drive from Las Vegas, and the perfect escape for Jesse and Micah. After working countless nights and having endless responsibilities, what could be better than a weekend of drinks, concerts, and fun in the sun by a luxury hotel pool?

As the pair gets ready to hit the casino for a little adventure on the slots, their plans are quickly detoured when a crazed woman drenched in blood, singles out Jesse and her Bff, warning them to flee for their lives as security drags her away.

A little unusual? Absolutely. But no biggie for Sin City. A few deep breaths later and Operation Weekend Escape resumes as planned.

That is, until a mysterious casino worker piques their interest with his over attentiveness to their stay and initiates a journey that changes their lives forever and leaves them fighting not only for their existence, but for the human race.


We stepped out of the elevator and traipsed diagonally through gaps in the crowd gathered in front of the check-in desk.

The mass thickened, and the path to the bar was blocked. A young woman stood by the registration desk, her screams barely distinguishable from the clattering rumble of the slot machines alerting patrons to yet another near win.

Micah inched closer, but one of the hotel staff grabbed her arm and motioned her to step back. I heard a stranger’s voice say they had called security, but I couldn’t see them. Security in a casino is usually visible. Why they were taking so long was beyond me.

I pushed through so I could get a better look. The woman was covered in blood and stared directly into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat and then another before pounding against my chest.

“Get out! You have to get out! Now! The both of you!” She was pointing to me and Micah.


I wanted to ask her what she meant, but the only thing I could muster up sounded more like a squeak than any real words. The stranger’s eyes widened with each syllable that passed through her cracked lips. Beads of sweat trickled from her forehead, dropping like rain to the marble tile beneath her bare feet.

Micah inched forward, and I regained enough composure to reach for her arm. “Where you going?”

“Look at the crowd. They’re enjoying the show, some of them are filming it, for god’s sake.”

Okay, if my BFF was gonna walk into the lion’s den, the least I could do was walk with her. Maybe just a few steps behind though, you know, in case the shit hits the fan, and I can pull her back. It sounded pretty reasonable in my head.

Micah held her hand out to the desperate soul. “My name is Micah. I’d like to help. Can you tell me your name? Maybe you have someone here I can call?”

“What is wrong with all of you?” the woman screamed, her eyes growing wider as panic took over.

Security swarmed around her, and in a matter of seconds, she was gone. Silence filled my head despite the jangling bells around us.

If I hadn’t needed a drink before, I did now, but my legs wouldn’t listen to my brain. Apparently, Micah was experiencing the same problem. I thought about shouting to her, “Let’s get the hell out of here!” but all I could do was stare at the blood-stained tiles under the woman’s feet.

Additional security guards arrived and ordered the crowd to disband. Micah and I drifted mindlessly over to the bar.

We gulped our drinks before slamming them down and ordering another round. As the bartender slid a second round in front of us, Micah whispered, “Okay, what just happened? Do you think she understood what I said? And all the blood, I mean…son of a monkey.”

It took me a minute to answer; I was still trying to process what I had just witnessed.

“Uh, well,” she spoke English. Actually, she sounded like she might have come from England. So, my guess is she understood you. I don’t know why she didn't respond.”

Micah’s gaze met mine; her usual Emerald green’s had turned to forest—her telltale for fear.

I continued, “First we see those houses out of nowhere, and then poof, they’re gone. Now this poor woman. What the hell was she talking about? I don’t know what’s going on in this place, but I think we might want to reconsider this trip and go home.”

Judging by her pursed lips, we agreed. We stood to leave.

“We need to get our bags and check out,” Micah was always the logical one.

“Forget it. There’s nothing up there we can’t live without. We should go now!”

“Jess, come on. We’ll at least get our things. We can just call from the road to tell them we left early.”

Sigh, “Okay, but let it be said, I think this is a bad idea.”

Reviews:Sandy on Goodreads wrote:

I had no idea what to expect from this book. Crazy things started happening almost immediately.

A group of friends want to enjoy a relaxing vacation in Primm, Nevada. Hang out by the pool, sip on a few drinks, do a little gambling, and maybe take in a show. Sounds perfectly normal.

Upon reaching the hotel, the group sees a large line leading up to the reception desk. Fortunately, they see one of those handy-dandy self-check-in kiosks. Maybe it was really unfortunately. After entering their rooms, Jessie peeks out the window to check out the view. Again, a normal action. What she sees is not normal. In fact, it’s the beginning of a never-ending nightmare.

I loved reading this book. I didn’t want to put it down. In fact, I will read it again soon. Maybe I’ll be able to answer my own questions.

About the Author

Originally from New York, Vicki-Ann currently reside in Nevada. Writing Young Adult paranormal, she finds inspiration from events that have been in her life for as long as she can remember. Inheriting her sensitivity to the supernatural from her family, they continue to be an endless source of vision.