Hello, everyone. Welcome back.
Thank you so much for joining me.
And happy Monday.
Happy Ghost Day.
So today I have some new ghost stories for you,
Ghost TikTok's...
You know what, we know what to expect.
And an actual way I died today.
If you want to send me your ghost stories, you
can send them right here to this email address.
You can send them audio, normal email, a video,
if you want to videos yourself, you
can send along picture with them.
Whatever you feel like doing.
We are a little bit far behind, in a good
way, because that means we have lots of content coming.
So thank you for keeping sending those in.
That doesn't make sense.
So thank you for sending those in and keep them coming.
It's what we want. A lot of people say,
I've been thinking of sending you my ghost story. Do it.
If you're comfortable doing so, just jump in and do it.
So today's way of dying,
I'm extremely grateful to someone on Twitter whose name
I can't look up because my phone is my
auto queue, sent me an Amazon series called '1000
Ways to Die', or something like that.
And I haven't watched it yet.
But somebody commented underneath
and was like, oh yeah, this is good.
Somebody, and this is the way we're going to die,
they died from... because they worked
in like... was it a chocolate factory?
They weren't like, it wasn't like, Charlie And The Choco...
or coco factory. Something like that.
And they, this is probably totally wrong.
I'm doing it from my memory.
They inhaled loads of cocoa
powder from laughing too much.
And that's what we're going to do today.
We're going to go for like chocolatey Brown.
I have a Patrick Ta palette right here, not the new
one, because us in the UK, we don't get them very quickly.
So, we have the original one
here and then some other bits.
Oh, and I'm going to put this like
bright yellow from Danessa Myricks on it, like this neony yellow.
Okay, but the makeup isn't the important part.
The stories are.
So let's get down to business.
Our first story today is called, 'Witchcraft Gone Wrong.'
It says, "Hi Robert, I'm loving this series so much
I thought I'd share my experience.
Not exactly scary, just weird.
About two years ago, I had really started
to gain an interest in manifestation and witchcraft.
I was really excited to start practicing,
and went to my local metaphysical store and
bought a bunch of candles, herbs, crystals, etc.
The very first day I "practiced", I dreamt of my grandfather telling me he
couldn't breathe. Just a little backstory,
I dream very vividly just about every night and I
would always wish to dream of my grandfather before bed.
He passed away in 2012 and was basically my
second father. Despite always thinking of him before sleeping,
I had never dreamt of him after this happened.
I didn't think too much of it and I
was just happy to have dreamt of him.
The next day I practiced again and went to bed, no problem.
This was when things took a turn.
I was sound asleep and was suddenly awoken to
the sound of glass crashing loudly to my left.
The only thing that was to my left was the alter I had...
Altar? Alter I had set up to do my craft.
I instantly knew something was wrong.
I didn't dare turn to see what caused the loud sound.
I couldn't tell what time it was
because it was still so dark.
I quickly glanced at my phone and saw
it was a little after 3AM.
Once I saw the time I got even more scared
and kept my eyes shut, not daring to open them.
I forced myself to go back to bed and when
I woke up later that day, I looked at my
altar and all of my candles and trinkets had fallen
face down in the same exact position.
I had three little mirrors hanging above my bed for decoration.
The mirror on my left had fallen
off the wall and onto the altar.
They had never fallen off my wall
and were very secure with hooks.
The candles and a few other items had landed so
strangely that I was shaken up and never practiced again.
I put everything away that same day.
The say mirrors are doors to the other side.
In my head I think my grandpa did this trying to protect
me from opening myself up to bad energies.
I haven't dreamt of my grandfather since.
I did however, get the promotion I was manifesting."
Wait a minute. No, that's so cute. Is it cute?
I don't know. Was that cute or was that really scary?
That was like, thay was scary but also it also had a happy ending so I don't know
where my feelings are. But it's always good to know somebody
is looking out for you on the other side, doesn't it?
Not that I would know that feeling.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe someone is.
Okay, so the story up next is called, 'Haunted English Shop.'
I do have a note here saying that this
is a longer audio, but a very good one.
So, let's get going.
Give me some time to finish this up.
"Hi Robert. It's a bit of a long one so I'm
just going to crack on with it straight away. Okay.
Just a bit of backstory before
I get to the ghost story. Okay.
I live in a world famous village in England
where a very famous TV show was filmed for many years.
This TV show is no longer running.
However, it's still a very popular
place for tourists to visit.
Back in the 1800s there was this grocery shop
and it was one of the only places in
the village you could get your food shopping.
It was open for many, many years until
very suddenly the two gentlemen owners who were
in partnership went their separate ways.
I believe my ghost story is connected to this reason.
Anyway, in the late 70s my parents bought this abandoned
building and renewed it to its former glory under the
same name as the previous owners from the 1800s.
So, it was a grocery shop again.
We moved in and lived above it
with my older brother and sister.
Well, I didn't live there yet because I wasn't
born until the 80s but it was really successful
and it had a really, really beautiful atmosphere.
All the original features were there.
They extended to have a cafe and a
restaurant in the cellar which was really creepy.
But anyway.
In the 80s I was born, and I've got many happy memories living there.
Very fond memories.
My parents were constantly updating the building and having renovations done to help...
Oh, sorry.
My parents were constantly updating the building and
having renovations done with the help of family
and friends, including making a big storage room
upstairs right next to where my bedroom was.
As time went on, my older siblings grew up and
moved out to go to uni, etc, but still
come home to visit me sometimes because I was so
much younger and I really missed them.
Unfortunately, after a few more years, my mum and
dad separated and it was just me and my
mom left living in the shop and I really
loved living there, helping out in the cafe.
Even at just twelve years old.
I literally grew up in that building from being a baby.
So I was devastated when my mum told me we
had to give up the shop and move out.
So, there's the backstory.
So let's jump about 20 years later, after we moved out.
So this happened a couple of years ago.
My husband suggested a day out in this
village where the old shop used to be.
Let's get some lunch, have a wander
around, which is what we did.
We walked down the street and I saw the shop and it
had been turned into a charity shop.
And just being stood outside
it made me really emotional and I really wanted to go in
but wasn't sure how I was going to feel.
But my husband said come on, let's go.
So we did.
Well, it was very weird and emotional being back inside my
childhood, as I was now estranged from my father and
my mum had died just a few months earlier.
One of the shop assistants noticed how emotional I
was and asked if I was all right and
I explained to her the situation and held back
tears as I said, I just lost my mum.
She looked really sorry for me and she could see
how much this place had meant to me and she
said would I like to go upstairs and have a
look around at the old living space, my home.
So I was really excited and
couldn't wait to see my old bedroom.
So we went upstairs and we came to the room
which used to be my bedroom, which was now a
huge room full of volunteers sorting through bags of donations
for the charity shop.
And I was introduced to them
by the shop assistant who said, oh, this girl used
to live here when it was the old grocery shop.
Queue the collective ooooooh sound from the volunteers.
They asked me loads of questions about the shop and I
could see a couple of women sort of muttering to each
other, looking a bit... I don't know.
Like they really want to ask me something.
Eventually, one of them blurted out,
did I ever see the ghost?
And I was quite surprised to hear this question as
I'm quite skeptical and thought that my family had made
up stories to scare me over the years.
So they were a little bit disappointed with my
answer when I said no, sorry, I'd heard about
it, but I don't really know about it.
They looked disappointed with my answer, but then went
on to tell me how a few of them
had seen a young teenage boy in a striped
apron walking across the landing outside my old bedroom.
My bedroom, which was next to the old storage room.
Well, I was stunned to hear this because when my
family ran the shop we also wore striped aprons
because that's what they used to wear in the 1800s.
Okay.
The woman then showed me an old newspaper clipping that she
had found after hours of research in the library, trying to
find out who this ghost boy could be, and she'd framed
it and put it up on the wall.
The article was from 1852 and described how a young
boy working in the shop had been crushed to death
in a tragic accident whilst he was in the stockroom.
Weird.
Anyway, a few weeks later I met up with
my older brother, Christian, for lunch and I told
him that I'd been to visit the shop.
He was thrilled to hear me talk about it and
what it was like, until I got to the part
where the woman asked me about the ghost.
Christian's mouth dropped open and the
color drained from his face.
I asked him if he knew what I was talking
about and he replied, oh! My Blood's gone cold and the
hairs on my arms are standing up. Just for clarity
my brother is more of a skeptic than I am.
He's extremely sensible, doesn't make stuff up
to impress or frighten anyone, so
I was desperate to know what he knew.
He said, in the 90s, when I was maybe
five, a family friend was renovating the storage room
for my parents, putting up some new shelves.
He was just about finished with the work and
turned off the light to leave the room.
As he walked out of the room, a
young boy wearing a striped apron walked past
him and disappeared into the darkness.
The family friend said out loud,
'sorry lad, didn't see you there.
Do you want the light on?'
But he didn't get a reply.
The family friend went downstairs to tell my parents
he was finished working and would be heading home.
He said to them just before he left
I didn't know your Christian was here.
They were like, what?
He isn't.
Yeah, he is.
I've just seen him upstairs wearing one of your aprons.
My parents looked at him and
said, Christian is away at University.
He's not coming back for weeks.
Now, this family friend, who was a very
rational fireman, by the way, was adamant
he'd seen a young lad walk past him into the storage room.
But they all went upstairs and they all
looked and looked, and there was nobody there.
Needless to say, both me and my brother
were stunned to hear each other's stories.
And it proved to both of us that
maybe there is such a thing as ghosts."
That is an incredible story.
Thank you so, so much.
My God, I've always wanted to visit
some older places I've lived.
Not that any of them were haunted or interesting in any way.
Wow. Oh, my God.
What a crazy story.
How strange that you didn't experience that either.
It's almost like he chose, you know, the time and the place, and the
person to appear in front of. Maybe because you were younger?
That's kind of a thoughtful ghost, right?
Thank you again for sending that to me.
That was incredibly read.
Thank you so, so much.
And thank you for sending in your audio story.
I'm just going to match up my cut crease and I'll be right back.
Okay, let's move on to our next story.
This story is called, 'Who Was she?' That sounds scary.
"Hi Robert, I love your videos.
This story is from when I was around eight or nine.
I haven't thought about it for years,
but your videos brought this to mind.
It's not really a paranormal story, but something
that is very strange and a little disturbing
to me now that I am an adult.
I grew up in a middle class neighborhood in New Jersey.
The kids in our neighborhood all went to school
at the back of our neighborhood. We all walked there,
we were all close friends and we all played
outside together after school and on the weekends.
One day there was this girl who was
our age that we had never seen before.
She rode her bike back to the playground at the elementary school.
We all thought, cool, a new kid.
But something was off about her.
When we would ask her which street she lived
or where her house was, she would always say,
oh, my parents don't want people over, I can't tell you.
Being a little kid, we didn't think much of it.
This went on for almost a month.
Every day at the same time, she would ride
her pink bike to the playground and play.
We started to notice that she was never
in school with us, and nobody knew where
she lived or even what her name was.
One day, a boy from our neighborhood said
we should follow her when she leaves.
Some of us were too scared, so the braver ones did.
She went to a house at the edge of our neighborhood.
Weirdly, nobody had lived there in three years.
But whatever, she was new.
Two days after she was followed, she came to
the playground like normal, but she was very upset.
She said, I told you my parents
didn't want people at our house.
Now we have to leave.
And she rode her bike away.
That was the last time we had heard of her.
When I told my mum that my friend, who had
just moved to the house on the edge of our
neighborhood, had to move because we found out where she
lived, my mum and some of the other neighborhood parents
got concerned and called for local police.
But in the 2 hours since she left the park and we all went home for
dinner, the whole house had been abandoned.
In fact, they were questioning us kids because there
was no sign that anyone had been there.
Fast forward a few months, and I'm the only
one of us who seems to remember her.
Even my mum said she wasn't sure
she knew who I was talking about.
Now, as an adult, I wonder was
she made up in my kid mind?
No, because why would they call the cops then?
Was she kidnapped?
Was she a ghost girl?
Who was this girl with the dirty blonde, crazy wild hair?
Where did she go?
And why does nobody else seem to remember her?"
I don't like ghost children!
Ghost children can f*ck off.
You know what, if I was younger, right...
If I was a child and you're maybe, like, a little
bit more, like, open to, you know, someone coming up to you and being like,
listen, I'm a ghost, but can I play with you?
I'd just rather they'd tell me they were a ghost.
You know, if they were like, don't tell anyone.
I'd be like, yeah, no, fair enough. Because...
you know? I don't know, the government. I don't know.
Like you know, likw Casper, like, who didn't
want Casper as a friend when they were younger?
Okay, let me finish up a little bit more,
and then we have some TikToks to watch.
Okay, I just thought I'd finish up the whole look and get on with it.
Let's watch some TikToks.
You can @ me on TikTok, @RobertWelshMUA.
Okay, let's look at the first one.
He's really terrifying.
"What from the depths of hell is that?"
"She makes like a creepy smile."
I don't know what to say.
What the f*ck?
"What from the depths of hell... " No
I can't watch it again.
Oh, my God. What?
I don't, I don't know what to say that. I have no words.
Literally, I have no words.
That is terrifying.
Imagine though, looking at yourself in the mirror, and
you just look completely different like that.
That would, that would probably damage me for a while.
God, this inner corner really isn't sticking down, I don't know why.
I'm just going to take them off in a minute anyway. Okay.
Let's look at another one. I'm too scared.
No. No, no, no.
I can't even look at that. I can't even look...
Oh, my God.
Oh, no, I'm really scared. Oh, my God,
I want to turn my lights on.
Oh, my God, I'm so scared.
Quick, quick look around. Make sure there's no like...
wet faces around me.
Oh, look at my ears have gone all red because I'm so...
Oh my God. Oh my God.
That was horrific.
What the f*ck was that?
I'm sorry if you're watching with your kids, sorry.
Don't, don't use words like that. Even if you're scared.
Oh my God. Okay.
Okay, well thank you.
This is our finished...
... drowned... I don't know, I forgot,
I forgot what it was all together.
Oh, well, this is it.
Thank you so much for joining me.
I will see you again in...
Not next week, but a week after.
Like I said, you can go ahead and send your ghost
stories right here to this email address, @ me on TikTok.
Do whatever it is you need to do,
and I will see you very, very soon. Bye.