Hello, everyone. Welcome back.
Thank you so, so much for joining me.
And happy Monday. Finally, after, I think, two weeks,
it seems like I always have an excuse why
I haven't filmed this, but I broke my
auto queue, which I read from.
I changed my lighting recently, so I had to change
the background and things weren't quite working and I'm very
fussy with what I put out, so I wasn't going
to put everything out until things were perfect.
It's still not perfect.
The background doesn't look so great at the
moment, but I will fix that.
Anyway... oh, you know what I need to do?
Okay. Ow! Ah.
So welcome back.
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.
I read them out and create a
look based on a way to die.
And it's usually a ridiculous way to die. But if
you have any ghost stories, video footage, if you want
to tell me your story, record it, send it over,
film yourself, then you can absolutely do that and send
it here to this email address.
Ghosts, aliens, just weird people.
Any weird experience you've had, send it over and hopefully
I'll get round to reading it at some point.
I don't know what's happening with my mouth today.
I shaved around these areas and it looks
like I'm having some kind of herpes outbreak.
I've never had it.
Why, not that I know of.
So, true story, I...
well, I saw some cows.
It's a true story. Here's how I died.
I saw some cows and I was like, these cows are so cute.
I love them.
Let me kiss one on the mouth, just like...
Like a little, like you would, you know...
Anyway, I didn't realize that this cow
was possessed by the popular cow demon.
So then, as I went to go and kiss him, he just started
biting my face until I was fully dead, fully consumed.
I'm not going to stick to black and white
because I'm going to use this Matte About Hue
palette from ColourPop, which I got today.
I actually have some ColourPop bits.
I receive PR from them
what feels like every single week.
I forget I have a discount code for them,
which I think is Robert or Robert Ten.
I can't remember. It's down below for you anyway.
With my other things.
So I was like, let me actually use some of these
products. So we're going to do a colorful kind of cow print.
Actually, you know what I need to do?
I might need to do my concealer first.
So I'll do that and yeah, let's just go.
So our first story today is called, 'Ghost Nun.'
"Hi, Robert. You are awesome."
Thank you so much.
"Back in the 80s, my sister rented a small
studio apartment in an old New York City brownstone.
I went to visit her sometime after she moved in.
While I was showering there, I definitely heard
what I thought was my sister coming in to
the bathroom, turn on the faucet and start
washing her hands, whispering to herself.
I thought the whispering was weird, so I asked
a question, but there was no answer.
Instead, someone slapped the shower curtain
so hard it startled me.
I immediately pulled the curtain back far enough
to say, hey, or make a joke.
But the bathroom was empty and there was no one there.
I looked towards the living room.
It's easy to see most of the apartment
from the bathroom, and it was completely empty.
The water was still running hard, so I turned it off.
I went cold and thought I was going to faint.
I remained frozen in that bathroom until
my sister really did come back.
Turns out she had run out for an
errand while I was getting cleaned up.
I described what happened, but it turns out
it had never happened to her before.
I found out later the building was once a
retirement home for nuns, many of whom died there.
The experience upset me so much, I was unable
to shower with the shower curtain closed for a long time."
Yeah, listen, showering anyway with like... there's certain
showers, which are absolutely fine, like against the wall
in a corner with, like, glass.
But when there's a shower curtain or when you
have to have your back to the door.
There's something really terrifying about
those kind of showers, you know?
And then to have an experience like that, that would
100% make me, not scared to shower again because you
would have to for, like, hygiene, but I would be
scared to showers like, the door shut, or a shower curtain.
There's something scarier about shower curtains
than just a regular shower. Showers aren't scary.
You know what I'm trying to say.
Some of you are probably thinking, Robert,
I thought you were a cow.
Why are you doing purple?
And I'll tell you why. Colorful cow, remember.
Colorful cow.
Okay, so our next story is called, 'Knock, Knock.'
"Hey, Robert.
I just want to say thank you for your channel.
You are wonderful, and I'm learning so much from you."
Thank you.
"I've also now become addicted to watching on Mondays
tor the ghost stories, though, I really need to
stop watching them right before I go to bed."
Good idea.
"I thought I'd share one that isn't completely terrifying, like
a lot of the stories you receive seemed to be.
When I was very young, myself, my brother and my parents
moved in with my grandfather so he wouldn't be alone.
After my grandmother died, we fixed up the
basement into a nice little apartment for him.
It was super fun since he was an amazing guy.
I look back on the year he took us
to Disney World for the very first time as
one of the best years of my childhood.
And whenever I smell burnt popcorn, I
think of him, because the man just
failed at making popcorn so heroically.
He kept to himself most of the time, but whenever he
would come upstairs, he would knock on the kitchen counter
and say, hey, to let us know he came up.
Fast forward to when I was about eleven or twelve.
He ended up having a heart attack
and passing away in the house.
A few months later, we were in the living
room watching TV and I heard a knocking.
We couldn't figure out where it came from, and
one of us joked that it was my grandfather.
But it kept happening, a knocking coming
from the kitchen with no apparent cause.
Eventually, whenever we heard it, we
would smile and say, hey, papa.
Because it was so nice knowing that
he was still there and watching over us all."
That's cute.
That is so cute. I hope it was him.
No, I believe it was him.
Okay, I'm about to draw some cow print
on my face, so we'll do that.
So we have an audio story up next.
And this is called, "Do You Want To Go play?"
I bet it's a child ghost. Okay, here we go.
"Hi Robert, I hope you're doing well.
I love all your videos, especially
these creepy Makeup Monday videos.
Keep up the amazing, amazing work.
I've had a lot of paranormal experiences in my life.
Not just me, but my entire family as well.
I'd like to say we're pretty much for some
reason, very open to that side, the paranormal side.
I'm not sure why.
And we also have a lot of skeptics
in our family as well that they can't
even deny the things that have happened.
Me in particular, I've had so many strange
occurrences, starting from when I was extremely young.
However, this particular story that I'm going to tell
you today has probably been the one that has
affected me the most and the longest.
So when I was younger, my mom, my older brother
and I lived in this kind of small apartment.
It was two bedrooms.
My mom had the master bedroom, and my
brother and I shared the other room.
This apartment was extremely haunted.
And when I say that we had the strangest
occurrences, that's not even enough to describe it.
I always felt a presence.
And it's not just me, my mom and my brother as well.
One night when I was around eight or nine years
old, I remember it was a school night and I
was having a lot of trouble falling asleep.
I was just tossing and turning all night long.
I remember my brother was fast asleep in his bed and
my mom was across the hall in her room, fast asleep.
Now, the way my bed was set up was, it
was a twin bed, and it was against the wall.
And my brother was also a twin bed against the
other side of the room where the other wall is.
The way I used to sleep was on my side with
my back towards the wall that my bed was against and
my face facing the open space of the room.
I just never could get myself to sleep on the other side
of my body where my back would be facing the open space
of the room and my face would be towards the wall.
I couldn't get myself to ever sleep that way.
And maybe that's just human instinct.
We can't have our backs towards a huge open
space without feeling a little bit creepy or paranoid.
Anyway, so I'm tossing and
turning, unable to fall asleep.
I finally told myself, let me just face the wall.
What if I'll fall asleep in that position?
So with that in mind, that I have school tomorrow, and I
really need to go to sleep because I'm going to wake up
early and be so tired at school if I don't.
And also always feeling like I was being
watched in this apartment, I was really conflicted.
But I finally mustered up the courage.
I turned around, I faced the wall, and my
back was facing the rest of the room.
All of a sudden, I feel a very
hard and aggressive tap on my shoulder.
It was a few taps, very hard and
aggressive taps on my shoulder from a finger.
And a voice followed saying, hey,
do you want to go play?
Actually, no, no, wait, Robert.
It said my name.
It said, hey, Zana, do you want to go play?
At that point, I immediately turned around in a panic
and of course nobody was behind me and there's no
way I could have imagined it because I felt the
taps and I heard them and they said my name.
I just remember yelling for my mom and
she came frantically running in a panic into
my room and I told her what happened.
And then I remember her and I going
and sleeping in her room that night.
But yeah, that's only one of the very many
scary paranormal occurrences I've had in my life, especially
in this particular apartment we used to live in.
Till this day,
I can't sleep on my side with my
back facing, like, any open space anymore.
It freaks me out.
I always feel like it's going to happen to me
again and I don't know why it touched me.
Why did it touch me, Robert? Why?
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this.
I have so many stories where that came from and
hopefully I get to tell them to you again or
I'll be able to tell them to you soon.
And I hope you enjoyed okay, bye.
Have a good day."
Thank you so much.
That is terrifying.
Why does it know your name?
Why does it have to say your name?
That's the thing as well.
Like, if it was just like a general
ghost, you'd be like, oh my God, they're living
there, out there, like ghost life.
But when it says your name.
Right, let me get these
splotches on because I'll never be able to do it reading.
Okay, we're back. And I'm a cow.
I done little patches,
and I'm just going to go over with some powder
on top just to make them a little bit
more... do I? I don't know. Maybe just a few.
Okay, so our next story is called... let me find it, let me find it.
So the next story is called, 'A Demon
Possessed Kid Showed Up To My Husband's Show.'
"Hey, Robert, I love your videos.
I've been homebound struggling with chronic illness,
and your makeup videos have been a
great joy and distraction from my struggle.
So thank you."
Thank you so much.
"I have had several spooky supernatural encounters over my
lifetime, but none as freaky as this one.
This isn't a ghost story per se,
but it's demonic, terrifying, and 100% true.
When my husband told me this story,
it shook me to my core.
Portions of the encounter were actually caught on
video, too, but I couldn't even bring myself
to watch it until years later.
My husband Kevin and I are born-again Christians.
When we met, Kevin was touring
with his Christian metal band.
My husband's band actually had a good sized fan
base, and he toured and collaborated with some bigger
names in the scene at the time.
This specific tour they played across the Pacific Coast,
and this encounter took place at a really small
venue in a small town in California.
My husband's band was the only
Christian band to play that night.
Before they played their set, Kevin
decided to take a walk outside.
Right outside the venue, he saw a small
crowd of people surrounding a young boy who
looked like he was having a seizure.
Looking back now, that's a
hallmark sign of demon possession.
My husband was concerned, but stood back because people were
already calling 911 to get this kid some help.
But soon the boy started snarling and
trying to bite people and trying to
bite the people kneeling next to him.
What happened next, my husband said, was
like what you see in the movies.
This boy flipped over and was crawling
on his back on all fours, contouring
in ways that are completely unnatural.
His voice changed, his eyes darkened.
Kevin knew this was demonic and called some of his
band mates outside to start praying over this young man.
As the band surrounded him and began
to pray, the boy got really angry.
This boy began scratching, hitting and
punching anyone he could reach.
This was a small, slender kid that at
one point even managed to pick up Kevin's
almost seven foot friend by his neck.
When they asked his name, the boy
responded in a deep, inhuman voice, Legion.
This boy was quoting the Bible
and speaking in different languages.
I mean, who speaks Latin anymore?
As the band prayed for him, he would fall
to the ground at the mention of Jesus's name.
The praying continued for a while until
the boy jumped up and began running.
Concerned for the kid's safety
my husband and a few of his buddies ran after him.
The kid led them down a few streets
to an alleyway between a church building.
When he climbed the spiked fence and
tried to impale himself with the spikes.
Luckily my husband and his friends
were able to pull him down.
The kid began demanding that my
husband look him in his eyes.
Freaky, right?
They didn't look in his eyes, but held
him there until the ambulance showed up.
As soon as the paramedics got there, my
husband said the boy's, voice, eyes and
demeanor completely changed back to normal.
And he was super confused.
The boy was picked up and put in the ambulance.
My husband had to play an entire show after that.
Later, after their set, the band
asked around about the possessed kid.
The scene was really small in that town and almost
everyone who goes to these shows knows each other.
Well no one knew who that kid was
and no one had seen him before.
And not only that, but the boy
showed up where my husband's bands merch.
We never found out who he was and
never saw him again at any other shows.
Truly terrifying."
Yeah, that's truly terrifying. What the hell?
It's like he aimed for your husband.
You know, and was like, this is going to happen to your husband.
I'm going to do this right here at his show.
Very strange, and I must,
and I can imagine it must be
very weird to witness something like that.
Okay, so for my lips I'm going to take a nude from this In The Nude...
ColourPop are good at having little sets like this, so,
really good value.
I'm going to take one of these.
Actually, you know what? I'm going to keep these here. This is good.
So we have some TikTik's now.
Really nice. Oh, my God.
Okay, let's take a look at some spooky, spooky TikTok's.
Which way do I face usually? This way, right?
"No, somebody just walked through my
kitchen and Bobby freaked out.
Did you see him run?
He's still sitting there looking at it and his
like, tail is twitching.
The person is still there.
Bobby, are you okay? I don't know.
It still feels really weird in here, but
I only saw it for a second.
That's also the same direction that when you said that there were...
Oh, my God. It's Brendan. He's outside now.
Brendan?
No, it's not.
No one is out there."
Was it just me or was that
cat being stroked and something just left?
Okay, let's look at the next one.
That was a bit dodgy to me because that
handle is very loose anyway and I don't know
if there was a handle on the other side.
Well, there has to be to be able to get in, right?
But someone could.. if it's that loose, someone could easily stick
their finger for one of those holes and tap
it and it would move a lot.
Anyway, let me finish this up so we
can have a finished cow look.
Okay, well, this is my finished, killed, and eaten by a
cow, but still wanted to keep it, like, colorful look.
Thank you so, so much for joining me today.
If you have any ghost stories, weird stories,
paranormal experiences, or just weird experiences, you can
share them right here on this email address.
Please don't send them to me in a message
on Instagram or any other social media platform.
Please only send them to this email address.
You can leave them below in the comments
if you just want other people to read them, if you don't
want them to be read in one of the actual videos.
But if they're sent to my email, then
I can get them, like through them properly. So, yes.
Thank you so much again and again sorry for skipping,
I think it's been two weeks now.
I will see you not next week but the...
two weeks time, basically. Thank you. Bye.