By quantriweb2023 
When legends meet, their stories never truly fade — they often return in the most unexpected and chilling ways. For Engelbert Humperdinck, the globally acclaimed balladeer who shared the bright spotlights of Las Vegas alongside Elvis Presley during the 1970s, one haunting memory lingers to this day.
In the glitzy golden era of Vegas, Engelbert frequently crossed paths with Elvis behind the curtains. Both men held a deep admiration for each other’s craft. Humperdinck remembers Elvis as “humble, honest, and charismatic”, a man who, despite towering stardom, was also an inspiring friend and mentor. Presley, just a year his senior, shaped Engelbert’s understanding of commanding a stage by his mere presence and performance.
Years later, the bond between them took on a mysterious and eerie chapter. Englebert was booked to perform at the International Hotel, the very same illustrious venue once dominated by Elvis in his prime. Reserved in the iconic Elvis Suite on the 30th floor, Engelbert anticipated an inspiring night steeped in history, but instead, he found himself enmeshed in an unforgettable and ghostly experience.
As Engelbert prepared for his show, he inserted a tape into a brand-new machine to rehearse his lyrics. Suddenly, the machine maliciously destroyed the tape with no warning. Bewildered and unsettled, Engelbert thought, “This has to be Elvis.” Later, the night deepened into a surreal encounter: the lights in his room flickered uncontrollably, switching off on their own no matter how many times he tried to restore the glow. Alone in the lavish suite, he felt an inexplicable eerie sensation that caused his hair to stand on end. Summoning his courage, Engelbert whispered into the haunting darkness, “Elvis, why are you doing this to me? I’m your friend.”
To Engelbert, this was no moment of terror—rather, it was a moment of recognition and connection beyond the grave. He felt Elvis was simply reaching out, announcing his presence and eternal bond, reminding him that their friendship transcended even death’s cold grasp. Engelbert later confessed, “I think he was just saying thank you for being in my suite, and thank you for being my friend.”
Decades have passed, but this enigmatic story continues to captivate all who hear it. It’s much more than a typical ghost tale—it’s a testament to the enduring influence Elvis Presley has left behind. Even in the profound silence, in the flickering lights and the shredded tape, the King of Rock and Roll still finds a way to reach out and say hello.