Hello everyone, welcome back. Thank you so much for joining me. Happy Monday, it is
Monday. So for those of you who have never been
here before on a Monday, Monday's are where I tell
ghost stories that my subscribers send in to me here, on this email address.
Ghost stories, people being scary stories.
I don't know, maybe your train was scary, send it here. And I do a makeup based on
a way to die, which I've been really bad at coming up with recently but you know,
that's life. So I am... I've cheated a little bit. I'm currently wear testing a
foundation. So I've done my skin kind of already, I'll add a few other little bits.
But we're going to do the eyes today. I am using the Danessa Myricks Light Work
Vol. 3 Infinite Light Palette, because I had to use this purple. I used
the other colors already, I don't know if I've put that video out yet but
there's purples here which I'm just, I'm salivating over. And I got some of her
like flake things as well. So I thought let's do it, let's use them. Way to die,
the way I died was purple. If you come up with a better way, tell me
and I'll pin it.
I am just going to use my Mario palette, the neutrals
Master Mattes, just to give myself a little bit of an
outline before I get into it. Okay,
let's get into our first story today. It feels like forever since I've done one
of these but it isn't, so. Our first story today is called, 'Old farmhouse suicide
ghost.' “Hello, I just want to start by saying I love your makeup videos. I have
a story about my family home that has been in our family off and on for a few
generations. So to start my story, my grandparents are
now living in the old family home that was built as a farmhouse in the early
1800s. It was built by one of my family members,
not sure of the exact relation, as a wedding gift for his bride that had
moved to Ohio from the colony states.” Imagine someone building you a house as
a gift. “She was originally from England, and her family came seeking a new life,
and heard of the opportunities of owning good farmland in Ohio.
She met my family member and they quickly fell for each other from what
the family knows, and what we researched. She had one son and two daughters before
one Winter she became deathly ill, and died from a disease.
The husband wrote a poem on the wall upstairs, and the records show he hung
himself on the front tree in their yard. Weeks after his wife passed, his sister
and husband took over the house and children, and continued to live in the
house and pass it down a few generations before my family lost it for a decade or
so. That is when my grandparents bought the land and the house back.
It was in disrepair and needed renovations.
We found the poem on the wall upstairs when doing renovations, and their old
journals talking about his love. The first weekend however, me and my
cousins were staying the night when we decided to play with some recording
equipment my grandparents had. We were just playing around, acting like
I was a Powerpuff girl, nothing too serious. During the night it had
disappeared though. My grandparents thought it had
been stolen and an intruder had taken it while we
were asleep. But a couple of years ago when I was 19,
we were cleaning the upstairs when it suddenly appeared.
We listened to the tape that we recorded and you can hear me and my cousin
but in the background you can also hear, 'miss you'.
My grandparents said that the rocking chair that was made by one of the
couple's grandchildren would also frequently rock out of nowhere in the
middle of the night. I believe it's the husband trapped alone
in the house forever. I never felt anything wrong or bad but
there were a lot of times that I felt like there was somebody there.”
Oh. That's the thing, I bet he's there
waiting for his wife to visit. Okay, next up we have an audio story, and this is
called 'Signs from our loved ones.' “Hi Robert, hopefully this audio will give
you some time to finish your makeup and if I could title it I would call it,
signs from our loved ones. So I live in Ontario Canada. And I just
wanted to let everyone know that our loved ones who've passed leave us signs
that they are around us, "in spirit." We just need to be open to those signs.
And I'd like to give you a couple of examples of signs that I have received.
So, I lost my only niece who was just 35 when she passed.
Six weeks before her passing our family was so fortunate to have a week-long
visit with her because she lived in a different province.
Before she left she asked my dad, who's her grandfather, if she could have
several of his old shirts, probably for keepsakes.
And one of those shirts was a long-sleeved red shirt with a sports
logo on it that I had handed down to my dad from my son.
So about six weeks later, on a Sunday night,
I had a dream that I was standing in my kitchen washing the dishes
wearing a long-sleeved red shirt. All of a sudden this invisible ball of
energy entered my heart and came out through my back.
The sensation of that energy was so strong
it caused me to wake up from my dream, and I thought to myself, wow,
what spirit just went through me? The next morning I received a phone call
from my nephew to say that my niece had passed away.
Of course I was just devastated. So after a while I composed myself,
and while sitting on my couch I realized it had been my niece who had visited me
in my dream, and this was her way of saying goodbye.
You see, her and I often talked about the spirit world so I'm certain it was her
reaching out to me, because she knew I would understand it was her.
I have another experience to share about my niece. Her birthday is at the end of
July and I spent that day in one of my
favorite towns, having a coffee out on a patio.
I was remembering her birthday and I texted my nephew to say, hey I was
thinking of him and hoped he had reached out to his mom that day, because I'm sure
she was having, you know, a rough day too.
So after my coffee I went into some stores and when I came out of the second
store I looked down and I saw a white feather,
and I just knew that feather was for me. So I picked it up
and I said to myself, you know, she's thinking about me too.
You know I'm really so grateful to receive these messages from my niece.
I believe I'm going to see her again, someday.
So thanks Robert for listening to my story.
Because of you I now wear eye primer.” Thank you so much,
that's such an incredible story. I absolutely love that. And I think you're,
you're right, we have to be open to, you know, receive those messages. And
yeah, that was so lovely. Thank you so, so much. Okay, I'm back.
I had a little bit of an issue with this eyeshadow like gathering. I don't know if
you can see, it's kind of gripping onto the skin. It isn't blending so well. I've
used it before and it was great, so I don't know what's going on.
Anyway, let's go on to our next story. Oh no, 'The dog that lives in the cupboard.'
It's cute and sad. No. I have a headache, I can't cry. Okay, I'm
gonna try and really keep my cool through this one.
[Laughter] Wait, wait let me just do... let me just
do under my eyes first. Or should I wait? I probably should have waited, hey.
Okay, let's just read this.
It says, “Hello from Scotland. I heard that dog stories make you cry so I thought
I'd share mine.” Thank you. “When I was younger, I used to have a
black lurcher called Breagh, pronounced Bree-ah.” Yeah. “Which means
beautiful in Gaelic. She used to live in the computer
cupboard, completely by choice, because she loved the heat from the old school
computer. She used to come in at 10pm every night without fail
so my dad could put her and my other two dogs to bed. She eventually died in the
cupboard when I was 14. Some years later
I saw the cupboard door open, I thought it was my mum or something so
I asked it was there but received no reply.
I looked at my watch, it was 10pm.
I stood at the cupboard door and watched a knee-high black shadow of a dog
walk into the living room. I couldn't believe my eyes.
I followed it into the kitchen where it lay on the blankets,
stared at me, and disappeared. My other dog seemed just as startled.” Oh.
“My other dog seemed just as startled as I was.
To this day I still think about her and how she came back to be put to bed.”
Okay, I need to fix this like disaster eye shadow because I don't know what
the f*ck is going on. Thank you so much for your story, that
is so cute. I can't say anything else because I'll just cry. Thank you. So as is
custom, we have Marcus now reading us two stories.
"Okay. Hi Robert,
this first story is called, 'Ghost story from a funeral director,'
'Hi Robert, I love your ghost stories. I'm also such
a believer in the supernatural. Energy cannot be created or destroyed and so it
has to go somewhere, right? Anyway, here are some spooky stories for
you. This isn't my own experience but my mum is a funeral director, and she told
me two stories today that gave me the chills.
Just to add for a story setting, the funeral parlor she works in
is a really old beautiful villa with high ceilings, chandeliers, and old tiny
furniture. They usually have a few bodies kept there, one at a time.
Some embalmed waiting for their service, and some kept in the fridge waiting to
be cremated or buried. The first is, my mum was working one day at the funeral
home by herself and had an elderly male in a coffin downstairs in the viewing
room. The family was going to come to say their goodbyes and have a small service
the next day. My mum went outside to get something
from her car, hers was the only one in the parking lot.
And as she turned around she noticed through the window to the viewing room a
man sitting in one of the chairs, facing the coffin.
She thought to herself, oh I didn't realize there was anyone coming in today,
and walked inside. Upon entering the room she did not see
anyone sitting in the chair, and she was definitely the only one there that day.
She said it wasn't a scary feeling but more of a calming one, and believes the
man who had died was looking back at himself.
The second story, and definitely the one I found most spooky.
A funeral service was being held for a lady who was lovingly remembered for
having a fondness for cats. The priest was saying his eulogy and was
mentioning this love for cats as, mid-speech, a random stray cat entered
the church and started weaving in between the pews, making its way to the
front where the coffin was. Apparently it didn't look like it was
just wandering around either, it knew where it was headed.
The cat reached the coffin and did a circle of it, and when it reached the
front again where everyone could see, it sat and held his paw up to touch the
coffin. Holding it there for a second or two,
it then turned around and walked straight back out the centre aisle.
Here's a bonus spook, my mum also says that usually when they receive bodies of
people who have died of old age or die peacefully there is a calm and gentle
feeling around the parlour. However, when they receive someone who has died
tragically or suddenly, everyone notices a dark heavy feeling enter the building,
and sometimes it leaves after the family have come to their viewing but sometimes
it's not until the body is buried or cremated.
I don't know how my mom does this job, she's such a strong woman for doing so.
Although I did hate it when she used to pick us up from school in the hearse.'
Could be worse, our mum used to pick us up on one of those tandem bikes, and we
used to have to bike home for about five miles. Story two, 'The grey man.' 'Before
I get into this I just want to say I love your makeup looks. Thank you for
teaching me how to contour properly. When I was about five or six, I had no
idea what religion was. My family were catholic and obviously as a child I
didn't understand the concept. My brother was a regular churchgoer, and I must have
gotten tired of him constantly talking about Jesus because I didn't know who he
was going on about. One day I chucked a tantrum and screamed
that I hated Jesus, and I broke a plate that had a depiction of Christ's face on
it. I sound like a devil child, I know. That evening I was suddenly woken up in
the middle of the night. When I woke I saw a man standing over my
bed, except it wasn't a man.
He had grey skin and was very short from what I had noticed, he wore a black suit
and was smiling at me without blinking. His lips were red, and he had shaved his
hair which was ginger. I stared at it for a long time, just frozen. But then out of
fear I covered my face with my blanket. After a few minutes I looked again and
he was gone. The following night the same instance occurred, except this time he
was sitting on top of my chest, still smiling and staring down at me. I was
mortified. After these instances I was forced to go to church and learn more
about my religion due to my parents seeing how traumatized I was.
A few years later my older brother, who was still heavily involved in the church,
had a book written by a priest who was experienced in exorcisms.
He read me part of the book which stated that demons can appear in various forms,
one way could be as a shadowy figure or it can appear as a small dark figure,
similar to what I had seen as a child. And to this day, even as an 18 year old, I
always sleep with the lamp on.' Ghost stories
finished for another day, a week, two weeks.
Have a great two weeks, everyone, and I'll see you soon.”
Yeah, that's spooky. I can imagine, I don't know, I don't think I would feel fully
comfortable in funeral homes because I would just be... what the f*ck is going on
today? I think I would just be scared always, you know.
Yeah, I wouldn't be able to work alone or do anything like that, and that wouldn't
be very good for anyone. I'm just going to try and fix this, please
bear with. Okay, so I had to completely redo my eye makeup just then because I
didn't use an eye primer, that's why it was starting to look all weird, because I
was just putting it straight onto my greasy eyelids. So, this is it with eye
primer. I'm done. I need to put on some blush or something actually. Okay, so
let's look at some TikToks. If you've seen scary TikTok's you can @ me
on TikTok, it's RobertWelshMUA. Yeah, just show me them. Okay I'm, I'm always scared
of this bit because they always make me a little bit like jumpy.
Okay, let's look at the first one. “The light in the bathroom started flickering
and water running. So I kind of snuck around the corner and
the water was on. As I started to walk away from the
bathroom after cutting the water off I kind of heard something behind me and
that was actually this door here
that closed.
That's when I really truly got freaked out.
All the chairs were on the floor, knocked over. All the cabinets were open.
Nope, nope, nope, nope. I said nope, I'm going, I'm going back
outside and that's... I don't know what this is.
I got scared. The fourth or fifth time I had watched the video I noticed
something in the corner of the room which is actually my daughter's room. So
I screenshotted it and I just zoomed in on it,
my heart just dropped."
Oh my God. Oh my God that's one of those ones where it makes me not want to be in
this room by myself. I couldn't, I couldn't stay in that house,
could you? If I saw that... this bronzer is horrific.
This is from Inglot. It's very orangey. I could not stay in that house. That, that
looks terrifying, absolutely terrifying. Oh, God. Just before going to this next
one I just want to say, if you have a dog, if you watch this on your TV or on your
phone and you have a dog that's very reactive to other dog's barks, you might
want to shut the like... mute it.
Or listen to it another time because you do kind of need the audio but there's a
dog barking throughout this video.
"Hello?"
"Oh my God!" Again, terrifying. Basements in general.
You know what you should do? Put a load of like LED lights on those
stairs, and just light it up forever.
Just lights, absolutely everywhere. Don't let that area be dark.
Okay, let's take a look at our last TIKTOK today. These are scary today. 'I woke
up in the middle of a night to this.'
Was that someone standing there? No. I got...
Just makes me so uncomfortable knowing that that could be happening in
someone's house. Okay, well this is the finished look that was a complete
disaster today but yes. Thank you so much for joining me. If you have any ghost
stories go ahead and send them right here to this email address. If it's a
written email it can probably take up to a year for me to read it, I'm not even
joking, a year. If you have a voice, if you record it with voice, if you video it,
if, if it's whatever. If it comes along with pictures it's
probably gonna skip ahead. So go ahead and send them right here. TikTok @ me,
RobertWelshMUA. Thank you so much again for joining me, and I will see you a very,
very soon. Bye.