A man wakes up for work, and in the shower he hears a voice in his head

"Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas" the voice says.

The man is confused, but shrugs it off and assumes he just imagined it. He gets out of the shower and brushes his teeth. After he gets dressed, he heads into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. As he's looking in the fridge, he hears the voice again, "Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas."

This time around he's more than a little disconcerted, but still, he shrugs it off. He gets in his car, starts driving to work, and hears the voice again as he's parking, "Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas." Now he's starting to get a little freaked out. He tells himself the voice isn't real, and decides to ignore it.

By the time lunch rolls around, the voice is speaking every minute or so. "Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas." He's starting to lose it. When he gets home from work, the voice is talking in his head nonstop, "Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas. Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas. Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas."

He barely manages to fall asleep; he had to put headphones on and blast music just to drown the voice. He only gets a few hours of sleep, and when he wakes up, the voice is still going, nonstop, "Sell everything you own, fly to Las Vegas. Sell everything you own, fly to Las--"

"FINE!" the man screams, losing it, "FINE! I'll DO IT, I'LL DO IT, JUST STOP, PLEASE JUST STOP!"

The voice stops. The man rents a moving truck, hauls all of his belongings to the nearest pawnshop, and sells everything -- they barely had enough cash in their vault for him. He returns the moving truck, and sells his car to a used car dealership for cash. He puts all of his cash in a briefcase, heads to the airport, and buys a one-way ticket to Las Vegas, with tears of relief and sadness in his eyes.

Once on the plane, he notices it's quiet. Feeling relieved, he waits a few minutes to make sure the voice doesn't say anything, then closes his eyes for some much needed sleep.

He finally wakes up as the plane is landing; as the plane is pulling into the gate, he hears the voice again.

"Call a cab and go straight to Caesar's Palace."

At this point he doesn't have the energy to fight it anymore. "Fine. That's fine." he mumbles under his breath. As soon as he gets out of the airport, he hails a cab, gets in, and tells the driver to head to Caesar's Palace. The voice speaks again, "Call a cab and go straight to Caesar's Palace."

"I KNOW. I know. Shut up, for the love of god." he says. The voice doesn't speak for the rest of the ride.

The cab pulls up to the front, and he tips the driver and exits the cab. He walks up to the big front doors, and says "Now what?"

The voice chimes in, "Go inside, sit at the second roulette table on your right." The man sighs and heads inside. He hands over his suitcase of cash -- every last penny he owns -- and exchanges it for chips. He finds the second roulette table on the right, and sits down. The voice speaks again, "Bet everything you own on *black four*."

"Are you kidding me?" He questions the voice, and how he is about to risk everything he owns on a game of roulette. The voice just repeats the same thing, "Bet everything you own on *black four*."

The man sighs and reluctantly places the bet of a lifetime. "Well, here goes nothing." The table spins and spins, and finally the ball lands. It lands on red 23. He looks up angrily, and the voice speaks again --

"Shit."