INSOMNIO - #22 - 🔴 ENCUENTROS CON LA LLORONA🔴 INSOMNIO PARANORMAL

Episode Date: October 27, 2023

En un remoto poblado, un lamento lleno de tristeza y angustia rompió el silencio. Esa noche descubrió que la llorona es más que una leyenda. Ahora es incapaz de dormir, ya que teme que ella regrese por él. ¿Te atreves a escuchar estos relatos?, sin terminar preso de interminables noches de insomnio. 💬 COMENTA: ¿Has experimentado alguna vez un encuentro con un horripilante espectro? ¡Comparte tu historia en los comentarios! ⚠ ADVERTENCIA: NO SE RECOMIENDA PARA NIÑOS O PERSONAS IMPRESIONABLES ⚠ Apaga las luces y ponte los audífonos... 👁‍🗨 Si te gusta el terror, este canal es para ti. Dale like si quieres más contenido escalofriante y prepárate para no poder dormir esta noche... Nos vemos en tus pesadillas. 🕸️💀 💀 Acompáñame al interior de la mente de asesinos seriales en CRIMINALMENTE 💀 / @criminalmente.paranormal 👹 El Podcast más importantes de temas paranormales y el fenómenos no-humano 👹: / @podcastparanormal Recuerda seguirnos en nuestras redes sociales: ► TIKTOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@paranormalpod... ► FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/podcastparan... ► INSTAGRAM: https://instagram.com/podcast_paranormal ► TELEGRAM: https://t.me/podcastparanormal GRUPOS PARA COMPARTIR HISTORIAS, MEMES Y EVIDENCIAS Servidor oficial en Discord: ► https://discord.gg/eRyqY3QJ Grupo oficial de Facebook: ► https://www.facebook.com/groups/54848... Grupo oficial de Telegram: ► https://t.me/+vFdn13cseD0zZWUx Todos los enlaces para ver y escuchar el podcast: https://podcastparanormal.com ► Envía tus evidencias a: [e-mail] ► Consultas empresariales: [e-mail] #insomnio #paranormal #terror #lallorona Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/insomnioparanormal/message

In a remote-pobled, a lament full of trestice and angustia rompio the silence. The nyebla envoled the streets, adverting to all on the dangers of the night. But that man

he defied the advertency. Caminaba presurated by the darks. Although he knew that his life was in risk. He doubled in a corner and there

was she a figure a figure spectral envueled in a sucio vestido

white and black and his rostro pallido furioso his

eyes two cabidates vacations the the man was paralyzed

by the terror while the woman was he was he

was across A scarce centimeters of his car, solto a gritty a gritty that eled his blood. The man

fell to the soil desmallied. The people people can't that from that night

the man has been at tormented by pesadillas. That night discovered

that the yorona is more than a legend. It's a reality. Now

is incapable to to sleep, and that he regrece for him, preso

of interminable nights of insomni. The Yantto One Man History of Bere Chavez.

Hello, Fepo. My story is the next in the year 2010, my husband and

I, recent casted, and with a daughter two years, we're

moved to our new house. The house was located in a colony

disconocida for us, for what we know we know our bestinous. My husband was a turn to and in a time in the time in the day me corresponded to

prepare her luncho for the end up. For it I had an alarm programmed at at the 4.30 of the

morning. It was in one of those madugas when I heard to a woman

outside of our house. Just before that sonar the alarm my

My room dave to the street, and my camera was situated in manner that the window was in front of me. A

past that the curtains were closed clearly the lamentes, and I could identify that were coming

from the house of my the becina. After some minutes, the yant ceased, and I proceeded

to get me to do my labors without much importance. Passed the morning,

and all seemed normal. At the midday, my becina came to my door, and me piqued a favor. His cuisine had problems, and me asked if I could cookin'n't in my house.

I profitech an opportunity to ask if all was good in your house, if he had been problems with his husband or children, and if needed some type of support, yeah that he had heard during the madrugada

anterior. She never problems, and he suggested that, "'the, "'theirn't "'theirn't "'theirn't "'and his response

"'me made "'to do that "'asur, "'and I had no "'of-heasersed "'and a rastroes "'and "'and I insisted in the "'the next night,

"'nuevety night, "'nuevety, "'of a year "'in the first "'of the yanked of a "'the last, the yant-a-cum-a-a-a-cum-a-a-a-a-a-could, "'the-call-rereve-cone, what

I was quite extrano because my my becina not my little

when I'm at my cellar I'm not it exactly the time

before the last before I'm my alarm but in a first

I thought that I had to the baby was that my

my little even even even not he not

when a baby when a other babies also they're all

and my my I'm saying my I'm trying to get used to in this moment me

I did the the lamentes seem to come from to just to my

front of me me invading the terror like if was just I'm

about to discover something to amar after the front

the I'm I didn't you when I told what was occurring, he thought

that could have been part of a dream and not he did importance. He assured that if

did a succeed, I'd do all the possible for to start to

that I heard. It was the third night and I prepared

with my cell to grab because nobody seemed to

believe I'm I'm I'm the door I'm the

my surprise. The lamentos have come. This time, with the yantos of the woman and the baby, perfectly synchronized. The yantos were identical and were much more close, practically

front of my ventana. Sentie that if I moved the curtains, could be who was out, because only had a piece of the tele that we'd separate. My daughter, again,

he started to to care and I I hurried in silence to avoid that he's desperate

for complete. In that moment I'm looking to the window and all my body

felt you a through the dark through the long at five seconds I saw

a little a lot spelusnating miranda directly to the eyes was the

most horrible that has succeeded in the life I I sent to start

to my husband again, but no I've responded. It was in that moment

that I'm that I'm that I'm really to start in my mind,

with the eyes in the trying to to be looking to the front of

the after the phone the alarm of my cellar and the

laments to get to the morning to the

water-bendita and a rosario in the ventana, yeah that I had had been without without a for a front of what occurred. That night I was

the window and the curtains, resando for that not would be able to see that. For

that was the last that I heard that I'm sure, the last is that that horrible

experience me gave a hue of a a like if that woman me

had transmitted his the call. Nellie Santiago Morales Hello,

Fepo, I'll tell you a story that my abuela. Ace 40 years,

my abuela lived in a area rural. In that

then the people carece of the paces there had

many cases and the in the streets. The people preferrater for the veredas, and as to imagine

all, all of they knew. My abuela and she and commenced a building a small in a

or four houses. One of them had been a house of frayles, but was abandoned and was

found to the terrain of my abuel. The rest of the area was the For the temora that robbered the material of construction, installed a jackalito,

where passed the nights, accompanied only by his first child, a baby, a little one year of age. One day, my aboela was still in the stomach, and suffered a pain intense. Only took a tea to alleviate her mal-stair.

Of a sudden, he began to hear passos afwara. like the sound of someone pisando the past the first thing the first

was I'm going to that I'm that's that's she's a man

was a be a and her house was a considerable distance my

my abuela was was in middle of the car while while the house of

don't Maria was in the the corner of the next the street, a

very very very much. In his confusion, he went to the camera,

leaving the baby there, he got to the door and he was a little

a little made her that he used like a little, in this moment,

he saw a little back to her was a woman vestida with

a beautiful, the her hair black He gave to the soil

and I had to him while he was a like he was trying with

the look to be my abuel saw my woman

was a a great a cold, he involved

and his only reaction was to go to

go around he he took ramas of ruda

and they was Then, he was to somers and he did a little of the woman was getting to the corner, dirgiening to the carreterer. When he came to the

corner, he was to dove. He was heard a sifted and then the woman emitue a great of a lot extreme. After that the grito, the woman continued his

way, repiting the sequence in each corner with the silvido and the gritty. until he finally he

he was to hear to hear a silence that persisted during the rest of

the night after that event my abuela was my

abuel was not have seen that if he was he had done

something something something that had been many many years

the people that were that were experiences sensations

of malestar and And it was said that the the street was a maldita. And, to this

call she he was as the street because due to many with this

woman of no we know if really that was that that

tormented woman encounter finally the A A Auntor A-Try

History of Brenda Gonsales Hello, Fepo I'm super fan of your podcast,

I'm a salute I'm a story the 9 of November of the year

2012 I was in the house of my mom in

Katepec State of Mexico of the I'm I'm

around the two of the madru started, he was to listen

the lament of a woman. It was a lament very very very

I'm by the window of my room but I'm see

absolutely nothing nothing nothing. The lament of the woman

continued and was really scalofriante I remained in the

window during a 15 minutes and in a moment

of the night I I got to hear the gritty of a kidding a help. Assomed the head by the ventana

to try to try and the way the streets decided to retire me and try to doormy and that moment a

fear irrational me invadio. At the day we know we we know that a little three years that I was

in the house of the front had disappeared of his the room, the serradures of the house, not had been forced and her mother

said that he was living in his court and that at the an anecer, he no he found her. Until the fecha, still disappeared. Some of the

people comment that the Yorona's it he was-le-me, it's with much respect because not the first kid that disappears in the colony in circumstances that strange.

Today, many the many of the colony protect their doors and reciting orations to avoid that

in the night less thought, the Yorona those visit. The Mojer of Ryo History of Ami Garcia

Hello, Fepo, my name is Ami. You know a new from the city of Puebla. My abuelos vivian in a

place the river. The legends local tell you know that many years a woman per die of

his children in the river. The corrent he was he was a hogado but

never could find her his body. One night, when all all of my

abuela was per was past the median night. This was to be to

he was hermenos, that always he never came a time of the time. When her brother went, she

did she her be to be in a time that he he said he would be a dream. His

brother he said, and he said that he said that he would be a rata more

in the room. Despite a time, while I read a periodico,

his brother he said a a noise in the street, as a lament very

a lot of a man, he said could be a person, she

a little a little minutes, he said he again, but this

time, a past that he perceived it, it was

that was a way more. In an instant,

without how, he he, he turned to the techo, and he saw a

a spectral woman vestida of black with the cabello large and black covering his rostro. In that moment, a person to

be able to I'm a sort of paralysis of the that no he was even being sitting sitting

and what most it was that he was to see that this entree had to his arms

to one of the children of my mother. A. A. Pepeña baby of just two years.

He wanted to move to do something, but he was impossible. Cereau his eyes and he tried to rest. The whole, for some motive, he permitted to move literally

his hands and his arms and his brazos. In that moment, with his deados, he did the signal of the cross and he was made an tedemoneco. The woman solto a

deep alirido of dolor like if something the kemara and he left to get to the baby to the world. The creature appeared to recorcese in the air

and he went and he was going to a window. As a problem of a new all the

presentes in that house were and they were to the cell to see what was

all right that was that and for if it was a little they were a baby

that they're in the son and, Yorando. The brother of my abuela

let's told what the incident, and after that incident, opted for to change

to a residence, a place more away from the river. With the the past

of the years, this has been a anecdote that's my mother.

But, but, who know, these can appear, in the moment

that less we imagine us. Enquentro for the Yorona. History of Angelo Osvaldo Ortiz Pio-Quinto. Hello. My name is Angelo's Bartis.

I hope my story. I want to share with you a experience that I've lived when I had nine years because I think to have been an encounter

with that person to that almost we know as the Yorona. I've been in Acapulco of Juarez

in a little colony, called I-Kakos, nearer, nearer, where they'd watered watered and there's

very very late. I'm not I'm sure of the hour exact, but I'll that they were

around of the two or three of the morning. Of a I'm I'm justerter and I

heard the soyos of a woman. Aement so you know of angusty and a lot, too

real to attribute to my imagination the gritty the rio of the arroo of the agwas negas

I've the bad idea to go to my ventana and try to look with

the the origin of that the lament when I'm I'm

I'm percibi to be to be a lo a woman very to beck his bestida

to be desgarrauded. Lentamente is to get across where I was the fact. The fact, in that moment, me invadio the panic, but I thought that could be a person of the houses aledanias. I remained three minutes more in the

window, when, of a point, me did count that this entity was every more closer to me. I could see that no had a piece and that was displaced over floating in the air. For that moment, the terror

yeah had been aboderated of me, and to move me was impossible. The serse kept to scarce 10 meters of my ventana, and he left out a profound alirido that cremeccio to the vento'empsed to the wind. My body no was. Cae, desmayed. When I opened my eyes, I saw the face of my

my abuela, trying to animar me. When I recupered my forces, I played the what I said, and me he said that

she also he had heard to my court. That night was was grabbed

in my mind for always. I don't if really this being, it's a

yorona or an woman in pen that can can't and he and bag

for the dark nights in in the Conuels. CERCHA Or Lejos

History of Miri Garcia I'll tell what I when I had around of 10 years I've got

a great my brother gemela that since the seven years suffer of asthma

in that time the medical the medical they were little about this

this disease for my my mom was discovering how

help my her to over the crisis little to

in one occasion my my brother had a crisis very my mom saw that if she

would be the situation so that she was made to the room to drink in a

room I I was to care that night but me

I got in a second so so I'm the

night listening his respiration difficult but little to little

I'm getting I'm still I'm still when I'm heard of the call you

not it's a question, but a akegid I'm a good I'm

that in that time we've in a one one one

in my there there only only five houses and

all the other were Lottes Valdios. Although I sussed, I decided not to say nothing,

thinking that maybe was my imagination, and, and, my her mother finally had

had been had been to be able to know, our next our becina came to tell us

that was because had heard a last night. My mom was asked if

had we had been heard We responded that, yes, that had heard a lament, but

very very far. The other than us explained, that if you're you're

because you're because you're about you. If you was a little, in reality

was a way. The experience was spelousnante. Much people think that

the yorone is only a question, but basing in my

experience I can to assure us that his existence is more than just about just mythos and

legends. Presagio. Hello, Fepo. I want to tell a story that's

that's that happened in my family. My mother was a when I was

a young he went to live a time with my father to the city of

Chappas. They were in the house of some Tios.

One night while all they were They started to hear some laments horrible in the

call. Seguided of a gritty and a yantto desgarrador. My mother

was very very and and it and it was a and alert to what

was going about my father a pretty dispreupupup he

said that he was that was and that he would be

that he asked whence finally he got he got to a little but he was able to

get a feeling that he left he left he gave the experience of that's madrugada

to the morning the next decided they were to go to a

coffee in the center of the town my mother with

more calm he he told to my father the

he he he he prested attention to his relato. But, at

the person of the person of the other also also heard of my mother

and with much pain interruped the conversation. This person

he said that in that region was in a way that

the yorona that was made in the madruas and

another because I could assure to that And to hear her,

it was to mal augur. Yeah, that I had made a bit of that someone

fallacy. The lady was went to and he retired from the coffee.

15 minutes more later, soned the telephone of my mother,

was my abuela to inform that her mother had had been an

accident and had had had had if these entice

bring to us the they're in this thank you. It's a name is Isabel. This, me passed

back approximately, almost 10 years. It was a madrugada of verand. It's a The house, to be sincere, Ipeness, I was just sitting in foot, countable with three little balcones, one of those which was in my room. The doors of the house were

of madera, but they were in a state of the desgaste advanced. Dada the time of the cold, only had placed a curtain to permit the entry to air, maintaining the doors of the balcony abertas.

Also, I dormia with a light nocturned, yeah that I was afraid in the obscurity. That madrugada, I'd calculate that was between the 2 and 3 of the morning.

I was probably dormita, but I was made a bruscamente by the struend of the doors, chocando, due to the

the goteo of the water, occasioned by the intense that youvia. I went I presurably

to start everything and then to get to the camera with I'm not sure and I closed.

But the tranquillity no regressable me. The repent the

electricity was in all the people sumied in the in obscurity

total. A past of my preoccupation I decided to get me in

my camera with the eyes Serrados, trying to conciliate the

dream. Some minutes after, I heard clearly, some lamentos desgarraders. The laments

were profound and aterradorers. No I can express with words, the level of the

pain, angusty and desperation that were just were three laments, but me

were completely paralyzed. No I could believe what I was

and I was listening, and me cubried to piece to head with the sabanas while I roared ferviently. Intented I maintained, but me resultable. Minutes

after, I heard how the door of my room was opened. Retire the cobiha, and I saw that my mother, sustenia a veil.

In quanto, I ran, in yankton, in a manner uncontrollable. without I don't but I

but I could I'm my mother so and he tried to calm

me one once that I did I said the I

decided we we're to go to the first and to do with my

two my day next my my mother me he said

that had said I heard a lament in my court.

This result was strange, because the lament that I had heard from clearly from

the carl. From that day, I never had to do not get to be

to be the door. And the terror me invades only to think that that night

that the being was with me in the same She She's She

She's Ablemus. Hello, Fepo. You send a salute and I'm parted my story. During my

infancy, in the years 90, when I had around of six or seven years, I've lived

an experience that I consider one of the most intense of my life. That night,

before that was that was discussing with my parents because to the

time especially with my mother, who who, control his frustration

solie to gole to get to a lot of a impotency I went to the

camera but I could conciliate the night the absence

total of the noise natural called my attention and

they started to hear there like some some

some those unquietar those ladd those were to

where I started for all the call. Then he began to hear your

lament desgarrador, like the gritty of someone that is being assassinated. This lament

me a terrorized because it was that was to me. I began to rest because

that in that in that I thought that could protect me. No could be

more he of the long. But when I I heard the grits in my own own house, no there was a doubt of that he came for me. At present,

nobody more in my house was heard. The ser entered in the passillo that connected to the abitation of my parents and the me. My reaction was to cover me with the covichas to the head.

The prontoom, the person of a presence, like the one of a person adult, It was on me and me asphyxed I don't I can't precise how

time did this moment but I sent it was my final it was that this being was able

to my energy vital to sassiars of all of allvue and I experimented

an alivio at me to give me that no had been had been even even

still terrorized and I'm trying to think I'm trying to move

but I discovered that I'm could do you with a

nose a garganta and my mother I'm Moma come her

his response was disinteresa interested. No you're molestating.

Only you're and doorm, you're to be to repenting. Then I'm

to hear my father. Ben, I've heard what my mother, let's

see what what you see, what you when he went to what he said,

I said, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm My father Confunded

My father confunded Me He went to the Cama At the I felt Humedale I'm

I'm in my Covey and I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm in the world. I had a flavor amargo in the boca, a seced intense and a sed insatiable.

Passed hours before that could bea sacearla. Regressando of the school,

me percate that in all parts was about the yorona, of persons that had

seen or heard the night earlier. I told to my father what

was what I said but they were and they were burlars.

Passed months. And my father had to have been for a long

voyage, for what we're only my mother and you, But she no me cregues, and only he limited to restar. Although the Yorona no

went to our house that night, the terror me invaded for hours. I thought that in any moment, would be the same experience than the last year. In that case, I lived in Urwapa,

near the river Cupatitio, and just below of our house, corrieu, a canal of riego that was connected with that Rio. It's the

channel, many years after, a woman took to the life. The

Dama Blanco. Evidence of Brian Cervantes. Hello, Fepo. I hope

you find you well. This occurred a few months just

outside of my house. The night would with tranquility

until that in manner in an minute. Around the three of the madrugada, the perros of

the colony began to lader in form frenetic. In those days, we were doing some reparations

in my house, for what we had we had a construction in the part exterior.

Thinking that could be to be a ladron, I went to to make to be

all sure to be the a custom of the cellar in case that's

a little when I'm when I found out of that I'm a real aterrower lament that

provenia from the street came to my attention intrigue I'm and I

and for my surprise in the distance he began to beslumbrars a delgated

a little figure Honestly, I don't I kept on because it was a valiant. More than I felt like all my body was paralyzed. And for the impression, yeah no could move me.

As you'll appreciate in the video, that entity that emerged of the obscurity is a summarily terrorifica. If not were real, I'd risker you invite you the video,

although, I'd go to your criteria. One seconds after, I recupered my forces and it was when I put

when I put the world and I'm back to get the first I'm my family dada the

hour all this allterated allterated let's I'm what's we're

we're going to be to be if the entity even was back we're

we're we're we're the house and the but we don't We find nothing.

Finally, we're going to my house and we unsebrough. That night nobody could conciliate

the dream, and the perros passed a grand part of this ladrando.

I suppose that that that was still we're not over but none of

us he was to go back to go to my

story you I'm a great saludo. The Broma Story of Stephanie Cabrera Hello

I want to tell the story of my mother was a Christmas and all was all

all that my brother and we we started to we're a tonteria

of children in that then he had six years and I

seven my my mom had a form peculiar to ustarned. Apagabed

all the luses, soltable, he chapered over, and began to say, oh, my children, imitando a yorona. My brother and I

and I had been to us usustable for that we had to belear. The theme is that she had promised

that as a time it, not us would be her word. My brother and I and we

we got us dormied, and my mother she kept solo in the house. According what she said,

she was a little, when of a repent, he said that someone he said that Martha,

Martha, at the first he was her imagination, and no he pressed attention.

He met to the backo, but then I was heard to hear the same

voice calling her. This this began to feel fear. Salyed from the bathroom and came in the

passio to see who the call-the-counter. When opened the door of her recamara, only saw a-courid aterrador. The skin's elerised, so retroceded and it closed the door. She did it in the

kitchen to prepare a tea when he heard that she called again for her name. Sin however, this time, the voice had changed. It was more ronka

and sonaba inter-courtada. Marta! Marta! Marta! She cried, Degen to molest me! But she was found with a silence abrumator.

Although she felt observed, no saw where provenia the mirada. In that moment, my brother and I and I were we were doing.

She sent to to take your tea. but he said her number for the

last this this the voice was more more more

and not son was and not sonnable and he heard

he martha in that moment he he he went

to and he started to get his name

was repeated one and another another without marta

marta marta Camino to the passillo and with the pale irisada

and with the feeling a frio in the spiel in that moment heired his head back and

with horror describe that what he was a woman was a woman with a

vestido black socio the the rostro of this woman was covered

by his cabelo and his hands palidas some enormous

unias that more were seen garras Marta! My mother literally ran out of

out of my brother and me with that that person malignant in the

house unfortunately we we didn't we know she never was she never

to start us with her last the day of today she she thinks that more

than a brom she was a invocation and that the Yorona had

been for her. A sometimes what we think is only a legend can be

a history real that we make for the rest of our lives

if you sometimes you hear a great a

night a night dark no I don't you I'm

to you go because the yorona can be

you or No, long. Never is never is and in a disquido can

take your alma. I am your friend Fepo and I never have to

live an experience like this. This