Hello everyone, welcome back. Thank you so much for joining me. I hope you had a
good Christmas or holiday period, whatever it is you are doing. So,
I think I've sorted out my lighting this time around, I hope. It looks
better to me in the monitor whereas before it was completely washed out. So if this
is your first time joining me here on a Monday, Monday is where I tell my
subscribers ghost stories that they send in to me, right here on this email
address. This series is very much based on Bailey Sarian's Murder Mystery Makeup
Mondays. She mixes murder with makeup, I mix ghost stories or creepy stories or
stories about aliens. I don't know, whatever you are scared of,
and mix those with makeup. Now, usually I would do a makeup look
as I go but it's very... I'm filming this before Christmas and I'm trying to get
all my work done and that's why I've already done my makeup. I'm kind of,
I'm kind of trying to make my way through. But you all seem more than happy
with just, you know, the stories, and that's kind of what I wanted to do.
Oh, and this eyelash is going to come off at any minute so that's great. So we are
going to go through stories. The theme of this makeup was, I just wanted to look a
bit, like I just want to look a bit shiny and oily and a bit greasy.
Maybe I died from being too greasy. Okay, let's just get into it. Let's go into our
first story, and this is called, 'The Christmas Star.' It says, “Hello sir Robert.”
So kind. “I recently found this series and have been binging through them all.
You are a true artist in every sense of the word.” Thank you. “My story isn't haunting
but more of a weird, what was that, type of incident.
Thanks for taking the time to read it.” My pleasure. “On Christmas Eve, sometime way
back in the early 80s, my dad woke me and my little sister up and told us to come
out to the kitchen. He opened the deck door and told us to
look up, we saw a large bright star pulsing in the sky. It almost looked lacy
around the edge and it seemed to be growing and contracting with the pulse.
We didn't look for very long as it was cold, cold with a capital C. Minnesota
Winters. I know you don't like pronouncing that word Robert, sorry.” It's
okay, I think I got it. “I can remember the arctic air against my bare legs. We went
back to bed because we didn't want Santa to pass us up. Christmas morning arrived
and while opening our presents my sister and I started talking about the cool
star from the night before. Our parents looked confused and asked us what we
were talking about? Erm, the star you woke us up to see.
My dad said that he never woke us up and that stars don't look the way we
described it. We were adamant about seeing the Christmas star and dad was
equally adamant that it didn't exist and he never woke us up.
Now at the ripe old age of 50 I understand that stars can't be what we
saw, and I accept my father's denial of waking us up.
My sister and I have decided that for whatever reason we both had the same
dream that Christmas Eve."
That is so weird. What a strange dream to have and
so precise, and with like details like the lacy details. That's a very precise
like... what's the word?
Image. Very precise detail about what you saw. That is so strange but I love it.
Okay, we have an audio story up next and this is called...
what's it called? It's called, 'Poor hubby.' “Hi Robert, love your channel, love your
content and really, really like the ghost stories for Mondays.
Here's a little story about when my husband and I first moved in
together. So we moved into this little old house
together. We'd only been together for probably about three months when we
moved in together but for that first three months he always slept really,
really well. After we moved into this house
he suddenly started having lots of trouble with insomnia, he just could not
sleep at night. No matter what he did, could not shut his mind off
and just could not get a good night's sleep.
As time went on while we were living in this house,
he was starting to feel like something was there, and he absolutely hated that
because he's the kind of person who does not believe in that stuff. He does not
believe in anything that he does not have control over. He's a very
logical well-fought person who always believes
that, you know, logic wins out. And if you can't explain it with something logical
then it didn't happen. Unfortunately, he could not explain why
he was feeling something and why he wasn't sleeping. It was just, it was just
going on and on and on. After we'd been living there for
about a year his sister and her partner were up
from Sydney to stay for the weekend. And
the night that they were staying there she had gone to the bathroom,
and while she was in the bathroom all of a sudden
my husba... then my then boyfriend, my now husband, sits up in bed,
looks over at the side of the room and goes, who are you?
And then he just starts flailing and kicking and
freaking out. And I threw the lamp on and I went, what's going on, what's going on?
She came rushing out of the bathroom going, what is it, what is it? It's just me,
I was just in the bathroom. And he was like, no, there was an old man who was
leaning over me in bed. And we kind of went, you sure, you sure
you weren't seeing something from the light in the bathroom being turned on?
He's like no, I'm positive. There was a man leaning over me.
So, it took a little while for us to be able
to go back to sleep. But since that moment in the house he
was convinced there was something that was there that was just following him
around. Fast forward to about a year later and
we had to move into another house. My husband's other sister was moving in
with us. And when we moved into this new house
he was hoping that that meant he was going to be able to sleep. First couple
of nights he couldn't sleep, third night in he kind of just sat up in bed said,
leave me alone, you harassed me enough at the old place,
leave me alone here, stop harassing me.
I asked him who he was talking to? He said I'm not talking to you, I'm talking
to you, and looked over to the doorway. I said, can you see anyone? He said, no I
can't but I know that there is someone there.
He still has some trouble with sleeping and with not being able to switch his
head off but I think that was a turning point because he never has actually seen
anyone ever again. So I hope you liked my story and
yeah, can't wait to see more stuff on your channel. Thanks, bye.” Thank you so
much. That is terrifying, that is terrifying. And I completely understand
after seeing stuff like that and experiencing those feelings, how could
you have a peaceful night ever again, you know? With the possibility of it could
happen again, it could jump back up at any time.
Oh, oh. chills, chills. Thank you so much. Oh,
I don't know what to say, that was, that was really intense, okay. Okay, so I've
just seen a future note on here that was added and it's about a dog. Okay, well
as is custom we have Marcus reading us two stories,
and the second one involves a dog which I've just seen. Okay, well let's go.
“This first story is called, 'The Nativity Set.'
'Hi Robert, I love your videos. I don't wear a lot of makeup but I love your
personality and I feel like you truly are the best makeup artist out there.
This is an experience I had when I was a teen.
My mom had been having some back issues and was sleeping in her recliner for a
little while. My waterbed had popped and until I got a new bed I slept on the
couch in the living room with my mum. It was around Christmas and we had all of
our Christmas decorations up, including the tree and several extremely delicate
glass bells strung up, that would jingle with the slightest breeze or vibration.
We also had a delicate glass nativity set on a very large, very heavy solid oak
glass topped square coffee table. In the middle of the night I woke up to
a very loud sound. Confused and disorientated
I reached out to the table to find it moving, it was moving straight up and
down and was coming up off the ground by at least two inches at an incredible
speed. My mum woke up as well having to yell to ask what was going on.
My heart was pounding and I said, I don't know
the table is just moving. Right at that instant it stopped. My mum
went back to sleep but it took me a while to get back off. I did notice
though that not a single bell had rung or made any other sounds.
When I woke up I thought surely that was a dream, right? I asked my mum if she
remembered the table moving and she said she did, and thought it was a dream too.
We went to look at the nativity set and it was all over the floor as if it had
been thrown off. Nothing else was disturbed in any way.
It had never happened before, has never happened since.
We do get very mild earthquakes and sometimes have heavy trucks pass by
the house but neither has ever done anything like that. Even the biggest
earthquake ever recorded in our area, and there wasn't an earthquake reported at
that time. I honestly have no other explanation.'
The second story is called, 'My mum and dog wished us a Merry Christmas.' 'Hi
Robert. This is a story that is truly dear to my heart. My mother passed away
on June 12th 2008, at the age of 58 after battling a long-term illness.
Unfortunately, a few months later my brother's dog Beau passed away suddenly.
She adored my mother and I truly think she died of a broken heart.
Fast forward to that first Christmas after my mum and dog had passed my
brother and I were both living 500 miles away from home and we didn't want my
father to be alone since he refused to leave the house. So my brother, husband
and stepson, who were six at the time, drove to be with my father for the
holidays. My brother was sleeping in my old bedroom since his old room was now
my dad's office. My dad was in his own room, so my stepson
was sleeping on the couch in the family room. My husband and I were on a pullout
bed in a separate family room by the kitchen. On Christmas morning I woke up
early while everyone was asleep, I got up, made a pot of coffee and then crawled
back in beside my husband. I was just laying there when I began to
hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Growing up in that house I always knew
who was coming down the stairs by the sound. This time I heard my mother's
footsteps. I froze, I knew I was wide awake and not dreaming. I could hear her
walk down the stairs and into the family room where my stepson was still asleep.
The footsteps paused for a moment, and then went into the kitchen.
I knew if I turned around I would see my mum standing in the doorway between the
kitchen and where I was. I slowly rolled over and opened my eyes but she was gone.
At that moment my stepson had started to wake up to see what Santa had brought
him. Later that morning we were all sitting eating breakfast. I hadn't told
anyone about hearing my mother's footsteps.
My stepson says, 'Nana told me to tell everyone Merry
Christmas.' We all looked at each other. My husband
asks him, where did you get that from? My stepson answered, 'well she walked by
me this morning and stopped to rub my head. She said to tell everyone Merry
Christmas. Beau was with her, she licked my face.
She's with nana now too.' It was then I told everyone what I heard.
My dad who hadn't said anything till then pointed at our fireplace mantle
where my mothers and the dog Beau's urns were, where both my mothers urn and
my dog's urn was and said, 'I'm glad they're back together again.' There you go
Robert, there's Merry Christ-”
God sake.
Thank you so much for those stories. Anything with a dog really gets me going, so thank
you.
Oh no, this lash is coming off. I need to take a picture of this look.
That was so cute, thank you so much. Thank you so much for that story, I
greatly appreciate it. Do I have one I'm reading out now? Let me get my mind off
that dog. Okay, so our next story is called, 'Christmas Eve Night.' It says, “Hi
Robert. I've only just discovered your channel...” Hi, welcome.
“... in the last couple of weeks.” Oh. “But I just wanted to say I absolutely love you
and are slowly binge watching all of your videos.” Thank you, I really do
appreciate it, thank you. “I have a story that I thought I'd share with you.
I was 10 years old, it was Christmas Eve night when all of a sudden I woke up
from my deep sleep. I had my Christmas lights on in my room
and my door open as I was always afraid of the dark and still am
to this day, and didn't want to keep my family awake.
I sat up in bed and looked out into the hallway
and saw a black hunched over figure coming from my parents room
adjacent to my own. The figure turned to look at me but even with glowing
lights on there were no facial features or anything to distinguish it.
The figure was definitely too small to be any of my family members
leaving presents out from Santa but I was not afraid of him.
After the figure noticed I was watching, he silently crept down our small hallway,
past my sister's room, and down the stairs. Once he was out of sight I simply
laid back down, rolled over,
and went back to sleep. I remember when I woke again on Christmas morning I told
my family all about what happened. They had been asleep all night and didn't
wake up once, even my mum who always deliberately woke
up around four to leave some presents in our stockings or by our doors. Even as we
got into our late teens she did this and she loves Christmas.
To this day I still don't know who or what it could have been,
and I have never seen it since.” Well that sounds terrifying, that sounds...
Hunched...
again, it's like, it's like that human but not quite but like it's mimicking a
human, or is it a human? Okay, let's take a look at some TikTok's. You
can @ me on TikTok @RobertWelshMUA in anything scary. I love it, I'm
trying to get on that side of TikTok, you know?
Okay, let's have a look at our first TikTok.
I'm going to turn this right down. Ever since that TikTok... I don't know if you,
if you haven't seen it already go back, of the girl in a graveyard and there's
that noise? That scared the living crap out of me. I've been scared to open
these TikTok's. Let's just go, let's do it. “Tesla in a cemetery.”
I think that's pretty expl... I think it's getting the plot, the flowers and the
tree mixed with people. I mean, it's just any kind of obstruction, isn't it? I don't
know how Tesla's work, someone will have to tell me. But I wish that was creepier.
Okay, let's have a look at our second one. Oh no, there's a child. Oh, please don't be
creepy. “I woke up in the middle of the night to hear my daughter talking to
herself. As I went to tuck her back in she told me that the creepy people behind me
were scaring her. I calmed her down, I tucked her in, and I
proceeded to call the only guy that could possibly put my mind at ease. I
called my dad, because he goes on ghost adventures and this is basically what he
lives for. He brought over his SLS camera to see if we would see anything. And for
an hour we didn't, until we did.
Just hanging out in my chair.
Honestly, I was a pretty skeptical believer until this occurred. So I'm not
trying to push you to believe or what not to believe.
Some people think that spirits walk around us every day,
maybe they have unfinished business, maybe they're our guardian angels.
Who knows? I just know that I'm not about to piss
off whatever this is in my house.” But also, like give it boundaries. So be
like, you can't keep scaring my daughter. If you look creepy, first of all, try not
to look creepy. Is that something you can do? And like, or just don't appear around
my daughter. You go to bed, when she goes to bed you wake up. Do you sleep? Do ghosts
sleep? I don't know. I would throw that chair away though, that chair will be
gone. Okay, let's look at our last TikTok of
the day. “My ghosts are my new alarm clock.” Oh
great.
“Hey guys, just waking up getting ready for work
and here we go once again. We got this door moving.
We got my bathroom door moving. Hey, please stop spirits, please.
I'm actually like honestly scared to go check right now, because what if
something's like... Oh, my...
Please stop. Please.
Hello?
Just like I thought.
Please stop. This is enough, this is enough."
Poor guy. Imagine having to get up to work now and then be like, oh you know,
you're in a bad mood... I used to be in a bad mood when I used to go anywhere to
work and then be like, you know, tired. And be like, oh you're tired? Why? Oh,
them ghosts opening my cupboards and everything like that. No, that's so
irritating. Poor guy, I hope you're okay. Well thank you so much for joining me
this week. That one did go a little bit quicker, I'm not sure how
but it just did. Thank you so much for joining me. Like I said you can go ahead
and send your ghost stories right here, we are having to pick and choose the
stories now, like you would have noticed that all of these had like a Christmasy
kind of theme. However, if you want to send in your story in audio form, you
talking, or you want to record yourself
telling the story, or you have pictures to go along with the story,
or a video to go along with the story, that's always gonna jump for queue, just to
mix it up a little bit. Alright, okay. Well thanks again everyone, and I will
see you... wait, this will, it will be the New Year? It will be. I will see you in
the New Year for our first ghost story video of the New Year, of 2022!
Thanks again everyone, bye.