The following written confession was originally shared via Reddit:

I was staying in the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas (oldest property on the strip with a sordid mob history). In the middle of the night, I woke and saw a dark figure moving around the foot of my bed and coming up the gap between the twin beds. I hit the light, and there was a full figure of a man in a '60s sports blazer with blood all over his face. I yelled 'Go away!' and start flinging my arm in his direction. Just like that, he disappeared. I woke my friends in the other bed and my buddy said, 'What the hell are you swatting at?!' I told them and they laughed at me. The following morning, my buddy said after I had fallen asleep, water was dripping on his head, but there was no leak on the ceiling, and was convinced we may have shared a paranormal encounter.