The House Always Wins: A Vegas Ghost Story

The House Always Wins: A Vegas Ghost Story

by Brian Rouff

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ISBN-13: 9781944877064
Publisher: Huntington Press
Publication date: 10/03/2017
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 1,213,259
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

Brian Rouff knows where the bodies are buried. Born in Detroit and raised in Southern California, Rouff has lived in Las Vegas since 1981, which makes him a long-timer by local standards. When he's not writing articles, screenplays, and Las Vegas-based insider novels such as Dice Angel and Money Shot, he runs Imagine Communications, a marketing and public relations firm in Henderson, Nevada. On a personal note, Brian is married with two daughters and five grandchildren.

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I awoke in the blackness of night with a song in my head. It happens more than you’d think. Messages bubbling up from deep in the tar pits of our subconscious, biological emails we block or ignore or tamp down during the day, but that scurry in like termites when the lights go out and our guards come down.



In this instance, the lyric came from the Talking Heads classic “Once in a Lifetime”: “And you may tell yourself/This is not my beautiful house …”



Just a fragment, but enough to concern me, because later in the song I remembered it says: “My God, what have I done?”



This would require some analysis, because on the surface, at least, I was happy. I loved Aaron more than ever, I loved my “beautiful house” that we were bringing back to life with our own four hands (mostly), and I loved the life we were building. So where the heck did the doubt come from?



Sure, I experienced random pangs of homesickness; ironic because, when I left Scandia, I was literally sick of home. But nothing to prompt this.



I stared at the nothingness before me, feeling around the unrumpled sheets on Aaron’s side of the bed, a sign he hadn’t yet returned from his recently procured lounge gig. Perhaps the answer was as simple as loneliness (mixed with a dash of isolation); just the big old house and me still getting to know each other. I chewed on that possibility for a moment as the sounds of the night encroached: a siren, a car horn, a barking dog, a train whistle. Plus, the usual creaks and moans typical of middle-aged structures (and people). A melancholy chorus if ever there was one. I pulled the covers up higher and shuddered.



Could I dare hope for a second round of blessed sleep? The beginning of my second trimester was making it more and more unlikely these days. But as the warmth and oblivion enveloped me, another sound made its presence felt, tiptoeing around the threadbare outer edges of my consciousness. Barely present at first, indistinguishable from a dream, but then muffled, like your parents’ murmurs from behind closed doors. It required my absolute concentration to will it into focus, the way you’d adjust the dials on a telescope to bring a distant celestial body into crystalline view. It was as annoying as walking with a grain of sand in your shoe; try as I might, I could not ignore it. And so I threw back the blanket and slipped into my robe, cinching it tight at what passed for my waist. Could I have left the TV on before going to bed? I clearly remembered turning it off, although my memory wasn’t what it used to be, the growing alien in my tummy stealing my mojo by the day. Stupidly, I flicked on the light and set off to find the source of the babble, not stopping to think it could be burglars or worse.



A downstairs room-to-room inspection yielded nothing. But as I got closer to the stairs (all 17 of them), I noticed a second element added to the mix: the faint, but unmistakably pungent, aroma of cigar smoke.



A smart woman would have called 911. But what would I say? I hear a TV and smell a cigar. Please send your crack SWAT team immediately. Instead, I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a rubber mallet from the rack, the kind you use to pound chicken. (I know, Aaron, not a euphemism.) I’m sure the sight was laughable; a pregnant woman awkwardly wielding a cooking utensil certain to strike terror in the heart of any home invader.



I stopped to catch my breath on the upstairs landing before completing my ascent and moving methodically down the long hall, poking my head into each room to—what? Assure myself it was all a figment of my overripe imagination? Was that really preferable to an actual intruder?



The hammering of my own heart was the only sound I heard.

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The House Always Wins: A Vegas Ghost Story 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Michelle Stanley for Readers' Favorite “Oh, it’s not really gambling when you never lose.” - Jennifer Aniston. The House Always Wins: A Vegas Ghost Story is a paranormal fiction tale by Brian Rouff. Small town reporter Anna Christiansen finally gets a serious assignment to cover a band performing locally. She falls in love with Aaron, the bass player, and leaves with him for Las Vegas shortly after the interview. Anna soon becomes pregnant while trying to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings. They lovingly renovate a dilapidated house haunted by Meyer Levin. Meyer tells Anna about his life, but cannot remember how he died. Pykowski, a sleazy casino owner, terrorizes the couple to sell their house so he can build a parking lot. Anna fights back with help from Meyer. The ghost was a former racketeer who knows the corrupt game Pykowski plays so well. He thinks it’s time to deal a hand the casino owner will never forget. Brian Rouff’s writing of The House Always Wins: A Vegas Ghost Story is impressive. It’s a charming, fast-paced story beautifully narrated by the main character, Anna. It contains wit, mystery, and a bit of nostalgia. Meyer reminisces about his racketeering life and how developed Las Vegas has become. Anna is a strong-minded person who possesses a sense of humour, even when her problems are serious. I thought the road trip was interesting, also the descriptions of the communities that had seen changes, for better or for worse. The author has shown the other side of Las Vegas in this must-read novel.
MustLoveBooksGSGS More than 1 year ago
Loved this book!