Hello everyone, welcome back. Thank you it's so much for joining
me. Happy Monday. I have another ghost story video for you
today, where you all send me your ghost stories to this
email just, right here, and I read them out and create a look
based on a way to die. Now listen, we have a very
special episode this week, because I am filming
directly from Hell itself. Now this look today, is based on a
comment I got on, whoops, on TikTok, and it's actually
based on a comment I get a lot, a lot, and in messages
as well. And here's how I died right, turns out being a man, and wearing makeup
is in fact a sin, and it turns out, I didn't realize you actually go to Hell
for doing said things. So, here's the deal,
this person told me this, what they didn't realize is
I already live here. So today, we are doing
a red... I want to say demon inspired but really
a nice rich reds really hell inspired, nice warm tones, because that's just life
unfortunately, so. So like I said, if this is your first time
here, please go ahead if you have any weird experiences, scary, it doesn't have
to be scary actually, just weird, strange, they don't have to be paranormal,
people are weird too, go ahead and send them to me, so I can read them out here.
You can send them in a video form, audio form, or you can just write a plain
email as usual, however you feel comfortable.
Okay, shall we do it? I already have my skin on today, because I filmed a few
videos before. And oh my god, my face, my skin is getting
so sensitive recently, and I just can't keep taking my makeup on and off all the
time. Actually, you know what, I need to carve
out my eyebrows then we'll start reading some stories.
If you have TikTok follow me, I'm doing like all my quick little tips, and stuff
on there, it's a good time. I get to talk to a lot
of people, and it's really easy to give advice directly back, so, join me over
there. Okay, let's go. Oh, I'm so excited, I feel like I
need a good scare, I haven't been scared in a while,
and last week all I did was cry. I'm going to be using mostly this Beauty
Bay... what's it called? Beauty Bay, what one is this? Fiery... oh, Fiery 2.0.
So our first story today is called, 'The Painting
Lady.' People doing things, the scariest thing of all.
“Hi, I'm so sorry for the long email, and the bad grammar.
English is my fourth language but here's my freaky story.”
Listen, I always say this, you can speak four
languages, four... even if, even if it's just like enough to
write an email... four languages? You are a genius.
Grammar, forget it, I can hardly do English grammar, so
good for you, you're smart, don't ever apologize.
“So in 2014 I was about to finish my last month of art school,
when the class decided to take a trip to Florence, Italy. I was
really excited as it would be my first time ever
traveling there, and we were going to see lots of art, it was
perfect. We got there on a Monday, in the morning,
and were granted a free day to just explore the local side of the city
where our Airbnb was. I weirdly knew the city in and
out, and could take the small passageways to all the places we wanted to see,
without ever being there before. I could also understand what the people were
saying in Italian, without knowing the language
but I thought that was because my native language was similar.
So fast forward three days, I noticed the older locals were being weird, and
whispering, and pointing at me. The young ones started nicknaming me
'painting lady'. The day we were going to the famous
Palazzo City, as I was walking up the steps to the
main floor, I felt like my steps were becoming
heavier, and heavier, and it was almost like I was dragging
something from my shoulders, like a heavy coat. We greet the woman
that was showing us around, and when she turns and sees me, she gets
this freaked out look on her face. Not thinking anything
of it we start the tour, and everything is
normal, until we get to the hall with three rooms, a blue room, a red room,
and a yellow room. Yellow is my favorite color, so I
automatically wanted to go there right away, but walking in
I felt like I was having a hard time breathing.
I was feeling dizzy, and nauseous, so my classmate took me out to sit on a bench.
As I started to feel a bit better, I joked to my classmate
telling her how that room probably belonged to me back in the day.
She proceeded to tell me that I was probably choked, and killed,
because I couldn't breathe. While joking about this, we didn't see the tour lady
coming back with the class, and now she was looking at me even more
freaked out than ever before. There were a lot of small instances that
day but let's get to the scariest part. The end of the tour comes, and we were
in the hallway lined with paintings. I remember that I hadn't taken a picture,
so I ran to stand under an arch, and gave my phone to my classmate to
take one. While holding the phone she looks up
above the arch, and drops my phone. One hand on her mouth, and the other
points at something above me. I turn and look, and I sh*t you not, there
is a painting of a lady sitting on a pile of rocks,
and she looks exactly like me. I, of course got scared, and ran out, and
never did get to know who the lady in the painting was
but my teacher was told by the tour guide, that lady lived in the palace,
and she was killed. She was choked to death.”
I hate that but I love it. Thank you so much. What a horrible story, that's so
perfect, thank you. I love like, reincarnation stories, they
really get you thinking. Especially when you see like young
kids, and they have like memories of someone else. It's like you're young, how
do you know about this stuff, you know. Thank you so much, that was a
great story. Next up we have an audio story,
and it's called, 'My Dad's Premonition.' “Hey Robert, my name is Yolanda.
I have a story for you that my dad told me when I was younger. He'd always had a
sixth sense but there was one story in particular that's always stuck with me.
It's short but it's really strange. My father grew up in the Dominican Republic,
during the presidency or dictatorship of Rafael Trujillo.
He helped the rebel effort when he was younger, doing little things like
printing, and sharing the pamphlets, and things like that.
But when he was a teenager he came to the US. Some of his family stayed,
including his cousin who was more involved with the rebellion.
One late night, or early morningish, my father was laying in bed reading a
magazine, he put the magazine down and started to let his mind
wander. He liked to meditate, and often tried to completely clear his mind.
All of a sudden he saw his cousin appear above him,
he immediately snapped out of it. A little weirded out, and got up to go
fishing with a family friend as they had previously planned.
Once they were out on the boat, he told his friend what happened,
and they turned on the radio to hear the news about what was happening
back home. It was at that moment that they announced the killing of several
rebels in the Dominican Republic, and they named my father's cousin.
The killing had happened very early that morning, right before
the vision my dad had had of him. I always thought that was really weird. I
mean yeah, that's the story. Thanks so much for
all the good content you put on, you've taught me so much, and I love
these ghost Mondays, see ya!” Thank you so much. Oh my goodness me. Isn't it creepy
to think, especially things like premonitions, that is a premonition,
you know what I mean. I sometimes wonder, you know, these people that get to see
like a loved one before, when, the moment they pass away, and,
or premonitions like that, I wonder if there's any kind of,
I don't know, like it must be a weird feeling, because it's like, did,
why do they want me to see them before they went,
before they passed. I think I'll be a little bit like, oh sh*t, should I,
should I have done something, am I meant to like do some kind of like
last, you know, do they want something from me, is that why they've come to me?
Thank you so much for that story, I appreciate it, and thank you for sending
in a voice story. They always give me a chance to
catch up on what I'm doing, so thank you, I appreciate it.
Oh, we have a video next. Oh my god, I'm so lucky.
Okay. Hey everyone. I'm having to do a little voice over here.
The story that I was watching here was such a good story but the audio just
kind of wasn't fixable, and it sounds really... it was
making loud like bang, banging noises throughout. So I'm gonna
have to actually skip this one out of the video, but I'm gonna
see if I can get this person to tell it again so I can actually share
it with you, because it was a really good one.
So I don't mean to, you know, tempt, not tempt you, tease you, anyway.
Okay, let's get back to the video. Okay, who is next? Oh, it's Marcus. “I don't
have to do anything today. " 'Hi Robert, I love your video so much.
Favorite YouTuber by far. Don't open the photos until you read the
story. A year and a half ago, my boyfriend and I
went on a road trip to a town called Deadwood, South Dakota.
We're from Canada. The town itself is extremely old, and has
a lot of history. Deadwood thrived during the gold rush
days, back when the conditions were pretty rough.
A lot of the original buildings are still standing,
the whole town has maintained the old Wild West theme,
so it's a really cool place to explore. One evening, my boyfriend and I
signed up for a ghost tour of this old hotel/bar,
which was originally a brothel. There were about 10 of us
on the tour. The building was absolutely fascinating
but equally creepy. At one point during the tour, we were all standing in a
circle surrounding the guide as she was telling us facts about the
building. We were each standing at least four feet apart since the room was so
large. As we were all intently listening to the
guide somebody or something behind me, swatted
my ponytail back and forth, twice. I whipped around immediately to
see who it was but there was no one there, just a wall. I
looked at my boyfriend, and gave him a half scowl. Puzzled by my
expression he asked what was wrong, I told him what happened and he could
hardly believe it. At the end of the tour I told the guide
what happened too, she wasn't surprised at all and
explained that there's a spirit of a man who often touches or plays with young
women's hair, especially when it's in a ponytail. I'm
still creeped out by that. Also on that tour, my boyfriend was
taking random pictures in different rooms with the flash on,
as it was super dark in there. That night, when we got back to the hotel,
we looked at the photos to see if we captured any orbs.
Now, check out the picture I've attached. You can clearly see
the creepy mannequin on the bed but look at the window,
you can make out the silhouette of a woman sitting on the window ledge.
We couldn't believe what we saw in the photo. The other photo is what we believe
to be an orb but who knows, it could just be dust.
The next night we went back to the hotel, and actually spoke to the owner and
showed him our picture. He believed us, and told us that's
probably the ghost of a prostitute in the 1800's,
who jumped out of that exact three-story window in a suicide attempt.
She later died in hospital. She was the same ghost that appeared to the owner
one night when he decided to nap in one of the rooms,
she was standing at the foot of his bed and scared him so bad that he actually
had a full-blown heart attack. Thank goodness he lived to tell the tale.
He told us he never spent the night there again.
Thanks for reading.' Hi Robert, it's me, Marcus. Here's another story
called, 'Friendly ghost helped my makeup business.'
'Hello lovely, Though I have many spooky ghost stories, the following is my
favorite happy one. This happened a few years ago at the
Marriott Hotel, Bellevue Washington. As I did yearly, I was staying
at this hotel for a local bodybuilding competition.
I had a fully stacked two-day schedule for hair and makeup clients, with no time
to spare for myself. Late Thursday night, I arrived at my room,
got settled, and finished my online work even later
since I was sharing a room with a competitor, who needed as much sleep as
possible. I would need to set up my makeup and
hair station in the bathroom. By the time I had set up my area, it was
about 1:30am. Since my first client was in just a
couple of hours, at 3:15, I decided that the best course of action was to grab a
pillow and sleep on the very hard tile floor.
I knew that if I got too comfortable in bed I'd sleep through my alarm.
Friday's clients and schedule went on without an issue, and I was able to get
to bed early that night at 11pm. But not before washing brushes, and
leaving them on a towel on the counter to dry overnight.
Since my Saturday morning clients would start arriving early again,
I needed to be out of bed by 2:15am. I set one quiet alarm for 2:14, quiet
enough to wake me but not my roommate. I woke slightly but immediately started
to drift off again, my 2:15 alarm goes off, I try and pull
myself off the pillow but I feel myself start to slip off to
sleep again, and then WHAM! The unmistakable sound of a metal makeup
brush smacking the tile floor breaks the silence.
I rush out of bed to see one of my large foundation brushes right in the middle
of the bathroom floor. There was no way it could have rolled
off the counter, there was no window in the bathroom,
no breeze, and the brush had been laid to dry on a flat towel the night before,
far from the edge of the counter. I laughed, now fully awake,
and thanked whatever spirit made that happen. I spent the morning sharing with
every client how there was a friendly ghost making sure
I didn't miss their appointment. The brush was a Real Techniques
pink Stippling... stippled? Stippling Brush. I heard no rolling on the floor, it was a
purposeful slam.' Okay Robert, hope you enjoyed those
creepy, creepy tales.” Thank you so much. For a second I thought
you said the ghost cleaned your brushes, I was like, get me one!
Okay, our last story of today is called, 'Mystery Nurse.'
It says, “Hello Robert, I'm a new subscriber and I'm loving your content.
I, too am a fan of Bailey Sarian, so when the notification came up for your series
I was so excited. I'm actually a horror writer...”Oh
my god! “...and pretty much believe in everything, or at least the possibility.”
Yes, I always mentioned and I forgot to at the beginning of this one, because I
was so in-depth in my story. This series is very much based on Bailey
Sarian's Murder Mystery Makeup Monday, such a great series. If you haven't
watched it, do check it out, I always link her below.
“I want to share a story that happened to my husband, who is also named Robert,
about 15 years ago. His best friend Drew ended up in the hospital with
Bacterial Meningitis. Robert found Drew unconscious...” Oh no. “...in
his apartment and got him to the hospital.” That must be so
scary. “The doctor in charge of Drew's case thought he wouldn't make it, as he
had already been resuscitated twice. He told Robert
a DNR (Do not resuscitate) order was in place.
While they were waiting for Drew's folks to arrive,
after that the doctor walked off, another doctor approached my husband in
the waiting area. She got really angry, and told my husband
not to listen to the other doctor, and that the DNR order was not valid
because no family had approved it. So my husband talked to the nursing
staff and the second doctor was right, that DNR could not be enforced, which is
good, because Drew actually had to be resuscitated a few more times,
and was stable by the time his folks arrived.
And although it took two months, Drew pulled through.
Robert went to talk to the nurses at the main station in the ICU,
to find out about that women doctor, and to thank her.
When he told them her name, they were very confused,
no doctor by that name worked in the hospital
at that time, or ever before, that they were aware of. So did a ghost
doctor save Drew's life? My husband is a skeptic but he believes
that's exactly what happened. If she hadn't shown up Drew probably would
have died that night.” Yes, that was a ghost doctor! No other
explanation, I won't have any other explanation, that was a ghost
doctor. What's with that first doctor though? What a f*cking creep, why would you do
that? Can you imagine being a doctor, and just being like, yeah we're not gonna,
I'm not gonna do it. That was crazy. I love stories like that. I love a
helpful ghost, cleaning your brushes, being a doctor, whatever it is they have
to do. That was amazing, thank you so much.
Listen, let's hope we all have some kind of useful ghost looking out
for us somewhere, right. Okay, so this is my 'Gone to Hell already,
been in hell'. Who knew that powder pigment could put
you in a situation like this. Thank you so much for joining me. Like I
said, if you have any stories yourself, please send them to
this email just right here, ghost stories, weird stories you heard, what we heard
today, stories like that. Thank you so much for
joining me, and I will see you very, very soon, bye.