Hello everyone, welcome back, happy Monday. Here we are, ghost stories on a Monday.
So for those of you who have never joined me here on Monday, this is when I
tell my subscribers ghost stories that they send to me here, on this email address.
And I create a look that's based on a way I died, and just read out the
stories. If you have any ghost stories, weird stories, weird events that happened,
then you can go ahead and send your experiences right here to this email
address. I don't know what's happening with the light today, it keeps like
glitching in and out. You can send them in the form of video, your voice, just
like text, whatever you feel comfortable
doing. The email address to send them to... a lot of people ask me where they can send
the stories, as I just said right to this email address. It's below in the
description box also. Don't send them to me on Instagram or in any messages
because I won't, I don't get to read them unfortunately. This series is very much
based on Bailey Sarian's Murder, Mystery Makeup Monday who I will link below.
Although I'm sure you've checked out her channel already and are very familiar
with who she is. Okay, I'm gonna use this palette that Sigma sent me. This is the
Dream palette, which I thought looked really cute. That's
cool, right? Nice colors. This lighting today, what is going on?
And then I have some lashes that Sigma have just launched.
Which look really, really nice. And then Illamasqua sent me some bits, Colourpop
sent me some blushers. I use Monday just to kind of get in
some products I haven't used yet, so let's go ahead and do that. You know what
the theme of today's death is? I died today from expired makeup. So like
I'm thinking, pink eye,
green like gungy eye, you know. Like ruined skin.
Maybe... I don't know, we'll see what happens as we go. I thought, let me just
get through all my makeup that I've had. I've never gone through all and I just
used loads of expiration. So that's how I died, I think that's
a really good idea. Okay, let's start with our first story. Today's first story is
called, 'My mom's ghost story.' Well thank you to your mum.
"Hi Robert, I love this series and wanted to help contribute to your content.
This ghost story is not actually mine but my mom's from the house we grew up
in. We grew up in the same house in Texas. The house was passed from my
grandparents to my mum when she and my dad married, and I spent the first two or
so years of my life there. Anyways, when my mom was a teenager she
had gotten into tarot cards with her friends
but had to hide them from my grandparents, because they were very
religious and didn't approve. She said that one night
a couple of weeks after she started playing with them she woke up in the
middle of the night. She was laying in bed,
face towards the wall with her back to the closet.
She said she felt this very oppressive presence in her room over by her closet.
And she knew with everything in her that if she turned around at that moment
she would see something standing in her closet staring at her. She said that she
started praying really hard. And said that she laid there pretending
to be asleep for five to ten minutes, when all of a sudden the presence
disappeared. She flipped over
and turned her lamp on, and the room was empty. The next morning she went into the
kitchen to have breakfast with my grandmother.
When my granny asked her, did you wake up at all last night?
My mum being a teenager who didn't like her ultra-strict religious mum very much
told her, no, why? My granny said,
I woke up about 3am last night, and felt this evil presence in the house.
I prayed to god for strength and then I told whatever it was that it was not
welcome in my home, and that it needed to leave my family alone, in the name of god. I
felt it walk down the hallway, away from your room, and then leave the
house. My mum said she of course got chills but didn't tell my grandmother
the truth. She very shortly after got rid of the
tarot cards that she had been playing with.
Years later, when she told the story to me and my sister as a warning against
messing with spirit boards and tarot cards, she asked my granny if she remembered
that night. My grandmother is still a very religious person, and she still
remembers the experience the same way. Neither of their stories have changed, and
the details have always been the same over the years.
It gives me chills to know that neither are lying, and this stuff
really exists in some form."
I find it... tarot cards I've never really thought of as a
equivalent, like in par with a spirit board. Where you're literally trying to
talk to a dead spirit. Tarot cards, I don't know. I think that's like a
different thing. So I've never seen them,
I've never heard them be like referenced to as something that was bad.
Well, I have. But not in terms of like speaking to spirits and summoning
spirits and things like that. That's a new one for me. Thank you so much for
your story. I greatly appreciate it. We have an audio
story up next, and this is called 'Twilight Zone.'
"Hi Robert, my name is Kara. I was recently binging some of your ghost stories and
makeup videos, and thinking about how nothing that creepy had ever really
happened to me, until I heard that story
that involved several people seeing the entity of a small child
while closing down a retail establishment. And I almost started
crying because it reminded me of something that happened to me a couple
years ago when I lived in Maryland. I also worked for a popular retail chain
and this story
I feel like can very easily just be laughed off as something just
a silly technological issue with the store, I don't know.
But as to this day, it still remains unexplained.
So we were closing down the store and
the way that it worked at the time was, in order to set the alarm
everyone had to be completely still. And usually we would go
back to where the manager's office was and wait.
That way the motion sensors wouldn't pick up
anyone moving around the store and keep the alarm from setting.
Well, one day we had checked to make sure there were no customers in the store,
all of the employees had gone back to stand outside the manager's office and
wait for him to set the alarm. The alarm would not set.
It kept saying there was an error because the motion detectors were
picking up something. Well,
not knowing where this was
or what was going on, we of course checked the store again and the manager
tried to set the alarm again, and it wouldn't set.
So thinking possibly there was someone hiding in the store
all of the employees went back into the manager's office to wait
while the manager attempted to call our district manager, and the security
company that runs our
security system. So,
we were all crammed in the little office thinking, you know,
maybe there's something wrong with the alarm.
Maybe somebody is, you know, hiding in our store for some
reason, which would be very creepy. And
the manager is calling people, you know, kind of getting passed around
as what happens in corporations oftentimes.
And the manager is telling the security
company, yeah it keeps saying that there ism
you know, a motion detector going off in
section 11. And
we could hear... I think he either had the phone on speaker or maybe the managers
just told us this. But the person from the security company that was on the
phone goes, there is no
section 11 in your store. And
that really creeped me out. I didn't know what to do with that like...
there, I mean... probably there was just something wrong
with the system but it was still very creepy
to hear. It was like a Twilight Zone episode to hear them say,
there is no section 11. Anyways, thank you so much for listening
to my story. Maybe it's not the creepiest thing ever
but it was still pretty weird and it still freaked me out really late at
night, you know, closing down a store.
It was creepy. Bye."
Thank you so much. Yeah, that is creepy. It's very Twilight Zone like, and then
it turns out there was no section 11. Retail can really just be the worst
sometimes, can't it? Thank you so much for your story. I
greatly, greatly appreciate it. And we have another story now called, 'The dead
bird.' "I have a scarY experience that happened only last week, so it's very
fresh in my mind. The house I live in is in the
countryside and we have a large garden with a wild flower meadow at the back.
This is surrounded by trees on nearly all sides, with one side having a high
amount of dirt that separates the edge of my garden from the neighbors. Right
next to this mound of dirt is a tree with a swing on. The swing has been there
since my parents brought the property. I liked the swing a lot, and for the last
few years I would go and swing on it whenever I had free time because it was
a nice escape from life and family. I could just daydream and be at peace. In
fact, when the swing broke last year I got my dad to replace the ropes because
I missed the swing so much. So last week I was on my swing, like any other day,
daydreaming and enjoying the beautiful weather. When out of nowhere
a dead bird was seemingly flung at me mid swing.
It hit me with enough force that I felt it bounce off me and land a few meters
away. Obviously, I screamed as soon as it hit me and stopped to investigate.
The bird looked like it had been dead for a few days, and not as though it had flown
into me and broken its neck. But it was very weird because the bird had come at
me in a horizontal arc through the branches of a small tree
that grew next to the swing, as though it had been thrown at me by a
person standing in front of me but behind the branches, and not just fallen
out of the tree. I looked around the area, I was also
checking my neighbor's garden and there was no one around. The bird had also left
a yucky old blood splotch on the skirt I was wearing, which showed the force in
which the bird had hit me. I ran to get my mother who when she looked at the
bird confirmed it was several days dead. We left it as it was and went to calm
down as we were both spooked. Now when I went back to bury the bird and bless the
sight because I am superstitious as hell, the bird was
gone." Zombie bird.
100% a zombie bird. Imagine, you're in a garden, of all the things
a spirit, someone, something can throw at you, it decides to throw some kind of
disgusting dead animal that's like days and days old. I wouldn't
be very impressed, I would not be very impressed at all. I would actually like
be careful from...
That's my doorbell and it just scared the sh*t out of me. I've forgotten what I was saying. Anyway, thank
you so much for that story. Isn't really a story with an explanation is it? Like how
do you explain a dead bird flying at you from absolutely nowhere? I want a swing,
you know. Okay, and next as is custom, we have
Marcus reading us two stories. Go ahead Marcus, thank you. "Shall we?
This first one is called, 'The foot story.' 'Hi Robert. Of course I first have to
thank you for helping me renew my interest in makeup and improving my
skills immensely. I love your work and I'm a big fan.
Okay so, the foot. My parents have never agreed about much in my lifetime but the
one thing they have always agreed on is that they both saw it, they both saw the
foot. Before I was born, when my older sister was a toddler my parents rented a
house on the golf course in my hometown in Wyoming.
There had been numerous UFO sightings in that area at that time
but my parents didn't think much of it, until they saw something neither of them
have ever forgotten. One morning my mum was in the kitchen
making breakfast while my dad was getting ready for work.
She heard the front door open and then close,
she assumed it was my dad leaving for work, just without saying anything to her.
She called his name to check and he came into the kitchen,
that's when they both turned and each caught a glimpse
of what they described as a large brown
hairy foot, that looked not quite human.
Before they could take in the rest of the body before them, it was already
running down the hallway where my sister was in her room sleeping.
My mother describes the running of whatever this was to be way too fast for
a person, and it sounded like it made way too many steps for the short hallway.
My father grabbed a knife, and the two of them went to check on my sister and then
to look for the intruder in the house. They couldn't find anything.
Not knowing what to do, they went on with their day as usual.
They had no idea what to make of what they had both seen.
When my dad got home from work that evening, they checked all the rooms over
again. Apparently they found greasy looking
fingerprints around the entrance to the crawl space on the ceiling.
I'm not sure if they checked the crawl space but they say they never saw that
being again. However, it doesn't end there.
My sister was barely speaking at the time but she kept going on about little
men in purple hoods. My mum thought it was a little weird but
didn't think much of it until she turned on the news one morning.
There was a woman who had claimed she encountered aliens, and you know what she
described them as? Yeah, it was little men in purple hoods.'
This second story is called, 'Ghost or guardian angel?'
'Hi Robert. I've spent my whole Saturday binge
watching your ghost stories and got absolutely nothing done that I should
have. But I thoroughly enjoyed my day. Anyway, I
wanted to share one of my stories with you. When I was a little girl we lived in
a house on the coast. At the very end of the hallway, just
outside my bedroom, was a closet that had a full-length mirror on the door.
One day when I was probably about six or seven, I was walking from the kitchen
down the hallway toward my bedroom. I glanced up in the mirror and an old
lady wearing a navy blue dress with a collar that came all the way up to her
neck, was standing between me and the kitchen door,
just staring at me. My breath hitched as I turned around
really fast but nobody was there. It scared me, or more like startled me. And I
run and told my mum and dad. My dad went to check the house but found nothing, and
my mum just hugged me tight for a little while asking specific questions about
what I had seen. This happened quite often after that but
I never felt threatened. It got to the point that I would just
say, I saw my old lady again. And my mum always asked if the old lady was looking
at me in a mean way? She always made me feel like she
believed me. A couple of years later, they added on to the house. When the man came
to work on the heating and the air conditioning he found three huge gas
leaks. He told my dad it's a wonder it hadn't blown us sky-high.
The unit where the leak had been was at the exact spot the old lady was
always standing. One day, about six months after that, my
mum randomly asked me if I'd seen the old lady lately?
I'd thought about it and said, no, I haven't seen her in a while really. She
asked if I'd seen her since we got the gas leak fixed,
and that was actually around the time I had stopped seeing her.
My mum firmly believed it was a guardian angel trying to protect us, and I'd like
to believe that also.' Well there we go Robert, I have nothing
funny to say today.
As per usual, am I right? Stop talking behind my back." I mean, I
don't really think you're funny. But that's fine, whatever. Listen, I
thought you were going to say like the gas leak was making you see this woman.
But yeah I know, what if it was someone looking out for you to be like, listen,
get away from here, there's a gas leak. It's so weird how, how kids can be so like blase
about seeing a ghost and a woman in a wardrobe, you know.
Listen, that aliens one gave me chills. That was terrifying. I can't...
You know what, I would rather see a ghost than an alien I think. Because I feel like, at least
the ghost was at one time human, or has an understanding of like what humans are
like, and like what they do. Whereas an alien I'm like, oh sh*t, what are you gonna
do? Are you gonna like, experiment on me? The lighting keeps changing, and it's really
annoying me. Okay, what's up next? Okay, we have a video that a subscriber sent in,
let's take a look.
"My cat went from being in a dead sleep, sitting
in that chair. Woke up. There's nothing in the room.
There's no flies
because I would see it.
She's just looking around, there's no bugs in here.
The TV is on, the air conditioner is on
but she's just looking around the room and staring
now up there.
I don't know what's going on.
but she's just looking.
That's weird.
Like I said, there's no bugs in here.
She's watching something.
Fun." Yeah, whatever she was watching seemed to
be moving slightly, right? Animals staring at sh*t is the weirdest
thing because you know they're seeing something. I'm running behind again with
my, with my makeup so I'm just gonna whack on this foundation then I'll be, be
right with you please. So I had to stop filming because my card became full so
I'm so done. Okay, so this is the finished 'I used
expired makeup and now I'm all poisoned look.'
Thank you so much for joining me. If you have any stories yourself, you can go
ahead and send them right here to this email address. Stories, videos, experiences.
As you've seen in today's video, it can be aliens, it can be just weird
happenings, whatever you feel like sending in. Thank you so much again for
joining me, and I will see you not next Monday but the Monday after. Thanks, bye.