Hello, everyone.
Welcome back.
Happy Monday.
Thank you so much for joining me.
So today ghost stories is going
to be a little bit different.
Even though last week or week before, whenever it
was, I was like, we're back to normal.
Well, unfortunately, I had some surgery on my hand, which which
I thought would be less of a big deal than it
was in terms of the bandage situation and the stitches and
the cut and the way they got into my hand.
And I thought I'll be fine to carry on doing makeup.
And basically I thought I would have a
little bandage and everything will be good.
But that's a completely different situation.
I can't actually use my right hand
at all, so I can't do makeup.
I can't do things... like I can't do my hair, for example.
So I don't want to sit on camera
just looking, you know... I guess, wet, I don't know.
So this is a nice voiceover episode for you today.
Feel free to clean, sleep, do whatever
it is you need to do.
You can send your ghost stories using the email
I have put in the description box down below.
Please make sure you're using the correct email.
Just copy and paste it into your
thing because it looks like it says something
when actually it says something else.
And please don't send me your stories more than once.
Even if you did send it a few years
ago, more than likely it will come around.
But we do have a lot of stories
waiting to go, so only send it once. Thank you.
Alright, let's just get into it.
Today, this story is called, 'The Sad Lady.'
It says, "Hey, Robert.
Let me start by saying that I love
your content and this little series so much. Keep it up.
For as long as I can remember, I've always
been a little sensitive to things and seen shadow
figures out the corner of my eyes.
Growing up, I would often see a shadowed man with a
top hat sitting at the foot of my bed when I
wake up randomly at night, or be comforted by a cold,
creepy sensation whenever I was sad and crying at night.
But these were all mild and friendly interactions
I'd experienced, so I never paid them any
mind until my youngest brother was born.
He was a sweet baby who loved to be
held and tickled, but for some reason couldn't be
left in his crib alone for too long,
or he'd cry and cry until his throat was hoarse.
We didn't understand why he'd cry so much, because
the moment we held him, he'd be fine.
But then I started noticing weird things.
Random coldspots, feeling like I was being
watched, and just a very weird, uneasy feeling.
One night I got up to use the bathroom in the
dark, did my business, but when I got out, I paused
and stared, because at the end of the hallway I saw a
hazy shape of a woman in a long Victorian looking dress.
She was looking towards the side
and didn't pay me any mind.
But unlike the gentleman I'd see at the foot of
my bed, I felt chills and a creeping cold feeling
go up my body while looking at her.
I did my best to slide back into the bedroom I shared with
my brothers and I hid under the covers
hoping that the lady I saw didn't come.
After that night, every time I get up to use the
bathroom, I get this feeling that I was being watched.
And every time as I left the bathroom I'd
either see her or felt such a deep sadness
that I couldn't explain where it came from.
I even started to see a woman running in my dreams,
scared and alone in the woods in a similar looking dress.
This kept going for a month or so with
my brother constantly crying and me seeing that lady.
My mother had had enough and started
doing old midwife remedies she had learned
from my grandmother in Guatemala.
While these remedies worked, it was more like
a bandaid being used over a huge wound.
My mom became more and more worried, so she
decided to ask my grandmother for spiritual help.
My grandmother decided to go to a shaman in Guatemala
at a little village a few hours away from her.
From what I'd heard, the shaman performed a ritual in
front of a fire and got a vision of a
woman standing over my baby brother's crib, touching him, and
what he explained as sucking his life force.
Because it seemed like the woman was drawn to
my brother and wanted to feel alive again.
His advice was for my mother to place a Bible
blessed by a priest in his crib, get holy water
in a bottle to also place in the crib, and to
get a blessed rosary chain to hang on the crib.
My mother did exactly what the shaman
had suggested and once that was done,
my brother got a good night's sleep.
He didn't cry as often and
was a happier baby than before.
But I still felt the lady's presence when I
wake up, and see her from time to time.
Along with the weird dreams of the woman running.
These dreams along with seeing the lady stopped
once we moved out of that apartment."
Oooooh.
That's a very Hocus Pocus witch,
to suck the life force from a child.
Maybe she just wanted to be young forever.
Who can blame her?
Well, I'm glad to hear it all
stopped and your family is safe now.
We have another story and this
is called, 'The Voice Over for Radio.'
It says, "Hi Robert, I absolutely adore your channel.
Thank you for being a no-nonsense YouTuber." Thank you!
"I have learned so much from you.
My story isn't a ghost one I think, but it's
still creepy and I have no explanation for what happened.
About three years ago I was driving to work.
I was doing an early shift so
it was about four in the morning.
I was listening to music from
my phone via a radio transmitter.
If you don't know what that is, it's
a cord with a dial that plugs into
the cigarette lighter and into your phone.
You set the dial to a radio station and you set
your car radio to that same station and it picks up
the signal and plays the music you select on your phone.
During one of the songs I was playing,
the signal started to weaken and get crackled.
The song stopped and the woman's voice
played through the speakers of my car.
It said, Please help me.
I don't know where I am.
She sounded really distressed and worried.
The music continued.
I was internally freaked out.
My eyes started to water.
What the hell was that?
I kept saying to myself.
I thought, that's not a part of the song, is it?
It wasn't.
It was a Red Hot Chili Pepper song.
And I played it over and over to listen for
the women's voice when I got home that day.
I still have no explanation for this
three years later. My car could be haunted?
But nothing like this has happened to me since.
But I think I picked up a
walkietalkie signal from someone who was lost
in the Perth hills of Western Australia.
That honesty seems more likely.
I think about this often and who that woman
is, and if she's okay."
Maybe it was a ghost who really didn't like your music choice.
And they're like, what can I do to
stop them from playing this song again?
Let me just creep them out and
associate that song with a lost woman.
Okay, we have an audio up next.
And this is called, 'Happy Birthday.'
"Hi, Robert.
Let me start off by saying that I love
watching your channel, particularly your Ghost Story Mondays.
My story today isn't necessarily scary in any way, but
I still thought that you'd love to hear it.
So before I begin my story,
I'll give you some background information.
My great-grandmother, my grandma, used to live in a three-story
block of flats and she lived on the top floor.
Her husband, my great grandfather.
My old granddad.
He died four years before I was
born, so I've never met him.
One night, I must have been about seven or eight at
the time, and I was staying over with my grandma, and
she'd put me to bed that night and then woke up
the next morning and came through to check on me, make
sure I was awake, but couldn't find me.
I wasn't in the room.
So she went through, checked
the bathroom, checked the kitchen.
Nope, wasn't there.
She began thinking, well, there's not
many other places she can be.
Went into the living room and there I was,
standing at the window, looking out over the horizon,
singing Happy Birthday to my old granddad,
who I'd never met.
But sure enough, that day, the
7th of February, was his birthday.
Also, when I was about three or four, the way
I would hold my hand if I wanted a drink
would be the same way that he would have held
his hand if he wanted a wee drink.
And they said that there were quite a
few similarities between me and my old granda,
even though I'd never met them.
So that's my story.
I'd like to hear your thoughts.
Bye."
Thank you so much for sending in your story.
Reincarnation can be crazy
if you think that's what it is.
Or maybe we have a lot of stories where
a relative who has passed previously has always spoken
to the child since they were born.
Maybe you had a connection that you can't remember
now but used to have with your granddad. That's cute.
So our last story today, before we take a
look at some TikTok's, is called, 'Aliens.'
You can send me your alien stories too.
We love aliens, even scary people.
Doesn't always have to be a ghost.
It says, "Hi, Robert, sending you
lots of love from Argentina.
The story I'm going to tell you today
is from my great grandmother and it's a
story that has always intrigued and fascinated me.
My great-grandmother, who was called Delphina, lived
in a farm in the middle of nowhere
with her twelve siblings and her parents.
Delphina was one of the youngest in the household,
so she had to walk by her own to
the nearest town to buy some groceries.
She was only ten years old and she walked the
long roads surrounded by nothing but the ground and sky,
and went down to the town and bought some bread.
Imagine, this was quite long ago, so she didn't
even have a bag to take all the bread.
She had to bend her skirt to take it back home.
So she went back to the road
and the sun was just setting.
She was walking quietly until she heard,
psst, psst.
She stood there for a bit
to listen, but then kept walking.
She was on her own.
There was no way someone else was there.
But she heard that noise
again and stopped walking completely.
She waited a bit because a scary feeling
was beginning to grow in her chest.
She heard that strange noise one
last time and turned around.
There on the ground was a manlike figure lying naked.
This figure was very skinny and had long legs and
arms and its head was too big for its shape.
But the most disturbing thing was that the figure had
chains all around it and it began to lean its
arms towards Delphina, like if he was asking for help.
Of course, my great-grandmother got very scared and threw everything
she had in her hands and ran back home.
But as the years passed, Delphina started to wonder what
would have happened if she had helped this figure.
Much later, in her life
when she had turned 60 years old,
she went and bought the newspaper as usual.
She now lived in the city and had a normal life.
She almost had forgotten about this event.
But when she started reading the news, she saw the
stories section and found a story of a man who
had experienced the same thing and had lived near the
farm she used to live in when she was a child.
But there was a drawing next to the
story, and she couldn't believe her eyes.
It was a drawing of a figure trapped
in chains she had seen 50 years back."
See, I love stories about animals and
creatures we don't know exists yet. Yet.
Maybe one day we'll find them.
But it's like, you know, the fish in the
bottom of the sea that are too deep.
What if there's like, you know, I don't know, mountain
that's too high,
and there's a creature on there.
Okay, let's take a look at our first TikTok.
Thank you for your story.
That just looked like someone in a nun's costume.
"What is the f*cking matter?
What is the deal?
What the f*ck?
Get in here.
What's the deal?
Aster, you're freaking me out. Come here."
Here's the deal, right?
One, dogs are far smarter than humans when
it comes to this kind of thing.
And cats, I guess, animals in general.
But also, don't force your dog into a room
it's scared off.
And we all know dogs can be scared of the most
ridiculous things, like a bag or a folded up pillow in
a weird shape like that's on that bed, you know?
So, this is it for this week.
Join me in a few weeks time
when hopefully I'll have my hand back.
It could go completely the other
way, and it could get infected.
But let's not be pessimistic.
Go ahead and send your ghost stories to me in
the email address down below in the description box.
Thank you for joining me.
And I will see you very soon. Bye.