Hello everyone. welcome back. Thank you so much for
joining me, and happy Monday. Now, I feel like I haven't been here in a really
long time. For those of you who don't know, I'm skipping every other week now
for these videos. I have decided to keep these videos on this channel
but from now on, it will just be every other week.
So, for those of you who are new here to Mondays, I tell ghost stories that are
sent in to me on this email address right
here. You can send me ghost stories, alien stories,
you know, other ones, anything paranormal or a little bit creepy,
I'll be very interested to share with everyone. I also create a look
to kind of go with, no, I don't know what I'm saying. I create
a look based on a way to die, and then do the makeup as I'm reading
the stories. This series is very much based on Bailey Sarian's Murder Mystery
Makeup Mondays, I'm sure you already know who she is
but I'll leave a link to her channel below, and go and check them out. They're
very, very good videos. I don't know where she gets the patience to make such well,
kind of researched, and thought out videos, so they're 100%
worth the watch. Okay, so let's do it. Today's theme for
makeup, and dying, is, someone actually sent this to me in,
was it a message or on somewhere, and they were like, we were talking, I was
talking about candles, and they said why don't you do
like, you lit loads of candles in a room, you were having like a nice relaxing
time, and you fell asleep among the candles,
and all the candles dripped on you, and you
died, being covered in candle wax. And I thought, that's a really cute idea.
So, I'm gonna take inspiration from that, and do kind of like a drippy kind of
look from the eyes, using like duo-chrome shadows. Yeah,
let's do it. I was going to say something... oh, for those of you who don't know
already, Marcus, who reads two stories on my videos every single week, my brother
Marcus, who also puts all these stories together for me,
has his own channel, where he looks into things that are a little bit weird, a
little bit creepy, a little bit unusual. I'll leave a link below to his channel
as well, and also leave it as a pinned comment.
Go ahead and subscribe, and watch his video. I think you will
greatly enjoy it. If you love listening to him here, on my channel, then you're
gonna love watching his videos as well. Okay, let's
get into it. I've seen the title of the first story
already, I'm recording yeah? Okay good. The other week, we had somebody whose
fear was twins, and I'm really sorry but it's gonna
happen straight up. So our first story today is called,
'Twin Sister Glitch'. I love a good glitch. It says, “Hi Robert, I
discovered you and your brother by accident,
and I'm very happy I did, considering I now
know what f*cking eye primer is.” Eye primer is very important to everyone.
“This story isn't involving me but my friend Gregory, name change to
protect his identity. Gregory is now a firm believer of time
paradoxes, and time travel etc.
When he was 10, he had an acting teacher who he looked up to
a lot. He also remembered this teacher having two
identical twin daughters. They were seven, and both had
long, dirty, blonde hair, and blue eyes. One week, him and his friend had to work
on an acting project for this teacher's class,
and she let them film at her house, as there was lots of space.
Now, he would remember every day at four, the dad would come home with the girls,
who would get an afternoon snack, and start on their homework. I remember
he said something about the girls having something to
differentiate, differ... differentiate them from each other
but he's slowly starting to forget over time. Well years later, he saw her on
Facebook, and decided to see what she was up to.
After looking through some photos, he notices that one of her daughters
isn't on any of them, he thinks it's odd but he assumes
maybe she died. Weirdly, there's no memorial about her,
there's nothing at all. It was like she never existed.
So we decided to get in touch with her, and asked how everything was going.
The conversation was normal until he asked, 'What happened to
(the girl's name)'. 'Who?' He said her name again, saying that it
was the other twin girl, and asking bluntly if she died or not.
He's a very straightforward person. 'I have no idea who you're talking
about'. He's obviously freaked out, and starts
getting in touch with his friend who worked with him on that project, his
parents, his brother, anyone, they all said the same, as if the little
girl never existed. To this day, he still doesn't know what
happened, and is slowly starting to forget her,
even though he doesn't want to." Stop. I just got chills!
Oh my god, that is, that's creepy, that is so strange. A huge chunk of
someone you knew, or someone you thought existed, doesn't actually exist, and never
did, and nobody knows who it is. Like, how,
how do you explain that? Like they, they would acknowledge...
Well thank you so much for that story, that is
baffling, like what the hell, that's crazy, that is insane.
Gives me goosebumps. Okay, let's listen to our first audio story of the day. If you
want to send me your story in video form, if you want to sit and
talk, you know, and tell your story, or if you want to write down your story, and
then read it out to me, and send it in audio form,
it really does help me get through these videos, and edit them a little bit
quicker. So let's listen to our first audio story of
the day. “Hi Robert, I just want to say I love
watching your videos, especially the ghost stories.
I really enjoy watching them every week, so
thank you for bringing me so much joy. So, I have a couple of weird ghost stories
but the one that sticks out in my mind, which I really cannot explain,
is something that happened to me when I was very, very young,
and it is one of my earliest memories, which freaks me out.
Anyway, so, I was very, like probably three years old, probably younger.
I was a baby, and I was sleeping in the same bed as my mum, and dad. I think I
got in there in the middle of the night or in the morning, and
both of my parents were asleep, and it's just us guys in the house.
But I'm awake, and I turn over to cuddle my mom, and
stood at her bedside, is the exact same version of my mom, with the same
hair, the same clothes but she's made out of sand, and
she has this horrible, creepy, cheshire cat grin on her face. All of her
teeth are showing, and she's staring right at me, and I was
so scared, because it wasn't my mom but it looked
just like her, and she was asleep right next to me.
Obviously I was freaked out, and I don't really remember what happened after that,
but it's something that's like, been on my mind
for my whole life, and I've tried researching into sand people.
I don't know what kind of, it must have been the most vivid dream,
and for that to last in my memory from being that young,
is very strange. So, I hope you enjoyed this really short,
weird story, if there's anyone out there that knows,
or has any experience with sand people, and can relate,
please let me know. I'd love to know, I hope I'm not the only one.
Thank you."
How weird, I've never heard of anything like that before. I've never heard of like,
a sand person, you know, shadow people yeah, ghosts,
creepy, you know, people standing outside but never like a whole
sand person. That's so strange. I would love to know
if anyone has any ideas about that, any kind of explanation.
I've never heard of that, I've never heard of that. But yeah, I mean something
like that, is gonna haunt you for life, isn't it.
No, I've never heard of that, ever. You know what, I'm trying a new eyeshadow base
today, and I'm really not getting on with it, it's like, really not picking up here.
Really strange. But great story, thank you so, so much.
Do leave your opinions below, I would love to see what people think of that,
and what they think it could have been. Yeah, okay, let's move on to our next
story. This is called, 'The Nun', oh, no thank you.
Something about nuns, I mean they're great but like, the scary ones.
So it says, “Hi Robert. Firstly, I absolutely love this series, and your
channel in general.” Thank you so much. “Your content is entertaining, and
informative, the perfect combo.” Thank you, I appreciate it.
“The sixth form I went to was founded by a group of nuns, in the late 1800's.
Today, all the students are obliged to attend a weekly R.E
session, in addition to their own courses. There was a room on the basement level
that used to be used for these sessions, but I think it has been sealed off
during renovations. My former R.E teacher,
from whom the story comes, used to teach some sessions in this room,
and one day, something very peculiar happened. His students came into the room,
and took their seats as usual but for some reason, they left one
specific seat empty. These sessions usually involved
group activities, during which the students would move
around the room, and switch seats but no one took this specific seat, and it
stayed empty throughout the whole hour. The next week, my teacher taught
this class again, and one of the students asked him, did
our guest enjoy the lesson last week?” Stop. “Confused, as there was seemingly no
guest present. He asked what the student was talking about,
to which they replied, the nun that was sitting in the class
with us.”
Oh my god, I would never want to teach in that class again. That was a great story,
thank you. That like, these stories keep giving me like,
at the end of the story, like chills. Here you go, here's
some chills. Oh, thank you so much for sending that in.
Okay, let's go ahead and, as is custom, have Marcus read us our next story.
“Hi, this first story is called, 'Don't Pick Up Hitchhikers'.
'I was driving down a well-known, well-traveled road in a rural part of
South Carolina. As a rule, I never pick up hitchhikers
but slowly I passed a woman with a baby. Now this was August, and hot as hell
outside, even at night, it had just past 9pm, no car was
directly behind me, so I backed up and asked if she needed a
ride. She told me she was only one and a half blocks from home,
and just got some dinner for her, and her child.
I told her it was no problem, it didn't really click with me the time of night
she apparently got dinner. She looked to be in her
mid-twenties. She got in my car and we progressed down
the road. I asked her what her baby's name was,
she said, in a deadpan voice, what baby? I looked in the rearview mirror to find
she was grinning at me. I silently screamed, and almost crashed
into the curb to stop. When I came against the curb, about to
run out my car, I looked into the backseat to find she was gone.
Needless to say, I called my friend to pick me up. I had him drive my car into a
store parking lot, and I'd come back to get it the next day.
He compassionately spent the night, and believed my whole experience. I won't
pick up a hitchhiker ever again. I love your channel, and
content Robert. These stories will always start
a wonderfully, chilling dialogue.” I don't think I would be
particularly happy with that happening, it wouldn't happen to Robert anyway,
because you wouldn't be able to get into the backseat of his car but with all the
bags of poo everywhere. This next story, this next story is called, 'The Dream, and
the Hand.' 'Hi Robert I would like to start off by
saying you're such an amazing person, and I love your videos.
I discovered you not too long ago, and watching your content brightens up my
day. Now that I've rambled on, I suppose I should get to the story.
It happened about two years ago, and I think it will stick with me the rest of
my life. One day, when I was doing the dishes, I
could have sworn I saw a woman out the corner of my eye, walking into my
bedroom. She was wearing an old gown, and an apron,
and her hair was up in a bun. I tried my hardest to brush off the site
but it kept sticking with me all day. Later on, when I was sitting on the couch
in my living room, and watching a bit of television,
I heard a knock at the front door. No one else heard the knocking but me.
I checked outside to see who was there, and when I looked, it was the exact
figure I had seen earlier that day but now she was sitting in a chair, on my
front porch. That night, I had the hardest time going
to sleep. The room felt so cold, and heavy, and just
extremely uncomfortable. Once I finally fell asleep, I had an
awful dream. In this dream, I was in a white hallway
full of doors, for some reason, I always went to the
door at the end of the hallway, which would bring me to the same hallway
once again. This cycle went on about six times, until
I opened that door, and instead of a hallway, there was a
white room, where the same lady was sitting in a rocking chair, watching
tv with nothing but static on the screen.
I don't know why but I walked over to her. Before I could even get close,
she turned around faster than anything I've ever seen, and grabbed my arm.
It felt like a jump scare out of a horror movie. The next morning,
when I was ready for school, I was hanging out with my mum on her bed,
all of a sudden she looked at me, and looked really confused,
I asked her what was wrong, and she pointed to my arm, and said
what on earth did you do to yourself? I said, what do you mean?
I looked down at my arm, there was a giant handprint-like bruise
on my arm, exactly where the woman grabbed me in my dream.
I tried to explain to my mum what happened, and that it couldn't have been
me. The hand was two times bigger than my
own. She didn't believe me, and still to this day she does not believe me.'
Back over to raggedy Robert for his latest
look, I don't actually know what he does. I've never watched one of these videos.
I'm generally very busy, busy doing anything else.
I'll see you all later.”
Well thanks for that Marcus. Yeah, it's a shame you don't watch these
videos, might consider cutting out the bit where I
talk about your channel. Oh, that smells oh my god that smells so
good. Listen, hitchhikers. Let's talk, let's talk about hitchhikers. Let's talk
about the dilemma, right. If you're someone who really believes in
ghosts, and spirits, and just dangerous people, hitchhikers, a
woman with a baby, is like notoriously like, one of those
like traps. But also, what if it's a woman with a
baby, you know what I mean? Like, what are you
gonna do? You can't just leave her at the side of a road,
I'd rather like, pull up and then wind down my window a little bit,
and be like, are you okay? Are you okay? And then I'll be like, here's some money
for an Uber or order them an Uber, for my own safety, but also for them. And
then you can also be like, oh yeah, I really helped today,
I did my bit. And here's another thing, right, if you,
about the second story, if you dream something
or you thought you dreamt something, and then like, it bleeds into your real life,
I'll be, you know, Googling stuff, and going to the library, like they do in
films. You know when they wind up old newspapers for some reason.
Okay, what am I doing now. Let's put on a lip color, and I can read, I
think it's our last story everyone, and I'm not done with the makeup yet.
Okay, so this doesn't have a title. Okay.
Light Nude, Juvia's Place lip products smell so amazing.
Yeah, I like that, I'm gonna keep that there. It says, “Hi Robert. I just want to start
by saying, me and my partner love watching your videos." Thank you so
much. "He loves everything ghosty, and just loves your makeup.” Thank you so much, I
really appreciate it. “Our ghost story is when me and my
partner went on a ghost tour, with the company
'Bumps In The Night'.” Oh cute, I want to do that. I want to do that so bad.
“We went to an old Victorian building, and was shown around the building in the
pitch black. We all, we all gathered in the old chapel, and
formed a circle holding hands. The tour guide said to us,
say the first name that comes into your head. I
thought of Emily, right away but was too scared to say anything out loud. But the
man holding my hand shouted the name Emily really loud, and
it made me jump. I was called into the circle, and asked
questions. All of a sudden I felt freezing cold, and
started to feel dizzy but stated I felt fine, because I hated
the whole experience. Throughout the whole tour, I couldn't
stop thinking of the name, Emily, and I kept having this
freezing cold feeling down my spine. We later went down to the basement/cellar,
where there was a table but you could see under, so there was no hidden tricks.
My partner, and the other people, placed their fingertips on the top of the table.
I refused, as I didn't like the thought. The tour guide kept calling the name
Emily, and all of a sudden the table started to move,
all the people, and the tour guide was calling the spirit to use their energy,
to manifest, and the table started to move faster, and
faster. I stood in the corner, and was praying to
protect myself, my partner, and all the other people from becoming attached to
this spirit. After my prayer, the table stopped moving.
After we went home, I pray to god that we didn't bring
any unwanted friends home with us, back to my home.
The next morning, my mum asked how the night was, and I stated it was fine.
She then turned around and said, how was Emily?"
What? "I instantly thought, my partner had told her but he promised he didn't,
and my mum stated she didn't remember saying anything about Emily."
Stop! "She didn't know anyone called Emily.
I later researched the building, and there was a story of a young girl dying in a
fire. Her name was Emily. Safe to say, I will
never do a ghost hunt again.”
All these stories today, are giving it like this to us,
right at the end, it's great. Oh Emily, poor Emily. Oh, I was gonna drip stuff
down my face. I'll, I'll do it, and I'll put on
Instagram. I can't be bothered now. That's insane, that is crazy.
I really, really want to do, like this, a whole like ghost tour thing
but that is one of my fears, that, what if something follows you home. What if that
person's like, they believe, they're weak, let me, let me get in there, and let me,
let me go all Emily on them. I wouldn't want that to happen to me. Thank you so
much for your story. I really, really, greatly appreciate it. If you want to
send me your stories, you can go ahead and send them right here, to this email
address, and I will hopefully read them out here
on this channel. There's a huge delay in reading them out, so,
I think it's months, and months, and months, and months. So apologies if we
haven't quite got around to yours yet. As I mentioned earlier, be sure to
subscribe to Markus's channel, you're going to love his content. I'll leave a link
below for that, and I will see you, not next Monday but
the week after. Thanks again everyone, see you soon, bye.