INSOMNIO - #23 - 🔴 EL HORROR DEL CHARRO NEGRO 🔴 INSOMNIO PARANORMAL
Episode Date: November 3, 2023Un hombre sin suerte se encontró en una oscura calle al charro negro Con un latigazo, lo obligó a arrodillarse, y le propuso un trato : "Tu alma a cambio de esta bolsa de oro". El hombre, temeroso, ...extendió la mano y tomó la bolsa. El charro soltó una carcajada y dijo "Es tu destino tomar mi lugar en la eternidad y vivir noches interminables 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: fepo@podcastparanormal.com ► Consultas empresariales: negocios@podcastparanormal.com #insomnio #paranormal #terror #elcharronegro Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/insomnioparanormal/message
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All in the
people
were
to get
the median
at the
long,
it was heard of
a reasoned to
a single
so much,
he was
to see the
figure
impone
of a
genet
emerging
of the
nibla.
Montable
on his
corcel
a man
a man
vestido of
charro
sostenien
a normal
latigo in
the man
between
the
a car a man
corried
desperately
trying to
get to
his house
to get a
refuge
but the
the suerte
not was
the
that the
charro
the
manro
he went
to
he
he was
he was
to be
to
he
he put
a
trot
to
your
alma
a
a
change
of
this
box
the
man
tenero
the
He extended the
hand and took the
bolza.
The charro
he set a carcashada and
said,
Now,
it's your destiny
to take my
place in the
eternity
and live
nights
of interminable
insomnia.
The carrosa
Hello,
Fepo.
I want to
share you
an experience
that I
lived with
my
brothers when
I had
around
six years.
This story
is remont when
my abelowel paterno.
I don't remember with precision
if we went to belorio,
but what I do record
is that in the novenary
my parents and tios
were put to play
the cards.
The reloch
was to mark
the 12 of the night
and in Chappas
said that
that is now
the devil
had his apparition.
We were
to be able,
but we're
some children
curious of
having fear
us was
to enrable
to be
the intrigue.
They continued
and when the
reloge
did the 12
we're just
we're rastra
we're
and from
the rindyha
of the
door
we started
we're
to be sure
that they
were sure
the renichard
of cabos
and the
sound of
a carwage
just he
passed
front to the
house
of my
abelel
I'm
I'm
vividly
a carwage
tirled by four caballos
and a charro
vestido of black
with a rostro
in aftor
in that moment
the panic
was a poder of
us and we
we're going to
cost to
my parents and
tios
they're just to
have to
we're just
we're going to
do you know
for me
it was an
experience
terrordora
and until the
day of today
my iris to the
Pell,
when
my
abuelito,
in
life,
he was a
person
exigent and
solie use
a latic
of those
that's
used to
those
they're
to get
to the
kids.
I was
the day
the
next I
heard my
talk about
the carosa that
we're
we're not
we're
we're
we're in
that same
we're
that carrosa
was the
carosa was the
carrosa of the
charro
that's
It's like the midnight in the funerals of those who in life
were bad people.
Until the day of today,
me cost to think in the destiny that could have
had been the soul of my abuelo.
The visit.
Hello, Pepo.
I want to share you something that happened
ago, when I had around 13.
All right of 13.
This house was in full of construction.
This house was in plain construction.
But we decided to live there,
because in the where we had been
living before,
no we had enough space.
The house in construction
carecée of installation electric,
for the way we used extensions
connected between us
to have electricity.
One night, my brother and I,
we, we're just parted
because of the cold.
The extension electric
was overcalentated and it
Kemp,
Dehando no
without
light, and
for
consequently,
without
ventilators.
Decid we
decided to
take a
little
air fresh.
Our
territory
collindaba
with the
my
abuel,
what
was to
to get to
the
house.
We
sat down
on the
door
of the
door,
and in
the
reflection of
the
house of
the
house of
the
the
house of
my
abel.
While
we were
trying to
to alleviate the
cold,
my
hermany
my
mother,
I think
a time,
a time,
a man,
pared in the
door of
the house
of my
abuela.
She was
he made
signs for
that we
were to be
to be able to
me,
and simply
I asked,
what you
see,
when
finally
he could
talk,
me
he said that
looked at
the
window
to be
a man
a shoulder-alto, vestido
of a negro,
with a sombrero
of charro.
A his
side, there were
two children
that were
about
five years
of age.
In that
moment, the
light of the
house of
my abuela
was
the first of
to help
to help us
in case
that were
an intruso
or a
disconocid.
When
to get to
her
house,
we found
what we
had occurred
and she
she confirmed our version.
We said that in that moment
he was directed to the
kitchen to be able to be able to
and had seen,
a through the window,
a man enormous,
parado in his
door, with a sombrero
of charro and two
children at her
side.
She came upantly
and when
opened the
door,
there no
had no.
All we
were astombrated
without what
think.
When we
We, we've
our experience with the
residents,
we know we're
we've seen
had been
had been
encounters
with this
mysterious
charro,
that appears
during the
madugas,
in those
the more
cold
has a
night.
A major night.
A few
years,
all the
family
we'd be
in a
house
great and
relatively
new.
We always
we're
we're
we're
things, but
that night
was the
only
occasion
in
I came to
year
to
my papa
was a very
very
a lot of
a lot of
the time
in the
time during the
room in the
place of
the
is relevant
to start
that the
house
was in
a pendent
and that
the
entry
was for the
second
piece
apart
of him
in the
house
only
we're
just
we're
watching
television
in
other
room
on the
Piso of
down.
We had
a lot tenor
encendida
for that
when I
never to
not be able to
be able to
the
crosser in the
second
my mother
mother
began to
see that
someone
descended
to the
stairs
and the
the
the
the
and let's
he's
he said
that my
brother
had
had
never
but nobody
didn't
after
after
my
mother
sentio
the
the
last
I decided
I went to see what was
going to
but I
found I was
nothing.
I went to
revisit the
stationationationation
but no
had yet
to get to
nobody.
A part of
that moment
I also
I began
to feel that
someone
was to
the
person
in every
pass
but
but all
to go
to
look
there
no
there
only
I'm
to
see
This happened a part of
more
to do you know,
until that I
that the next
time that
I thought
the next time
that I'm
put upent
and so I'm
so I'm
upantly
to see what
and my
mother
me see you
so
I'm totally
paralyzed
was a
was a
a sombra
a man
great
and what I
could perceive
is that
was that
he was that
he was
that he was
charro and some
botas similar to
those of the
genets.
Descendia the
escalera
looking directly
to the front
but not
see you
were in the
eyes.
It was simply
a sombra
a black.
When
he was
the
door and
went to
the
floor and
he was
he was
deto
and
he went
to do
the
way.
Like
if
mirate in
direction
to
us
we
even
we
didn't
know
where
they
were
their
but
we felt
clearly
that
he was
he was
he was
he was
to be
to benaecere
in a
space of
a
black
to disappear
for
complete.
I was
I was in
state of
shock
and I
said my
mom
tell me
you've
you
did you
did the
same
that
you
unfortunately
she
had
seen
exactly
the
exactly
I'm
in
panic
and
I
began
to
to cry of
fear.
Permanecimms
in that
abitation,
my mother and
I,
without
that it
came to
it.
Until the
day of
we know we
that was
that was
but
thanks to
I've
a testigo.
Some
say that
we've
visited the
Charro
Nero.
Others
more
they're
the
Diamo.
The
Charrro
of
Santa
Maria.
Hello.
My
name is
Alejandra
Gonzalels
carrillo, and since
always I've
had been
sensibility to
percivil phenomena
paranormal.
My first
record of this
capacity,
it's remont to
when I
only five
years.
My mother
said to comment
that I
had to be
about with
people
imaginaries
in that
then this,
but the
moment that
made an
impression
more profound in
my
memory,
occurred when
I had
10 years,
in the
city of
Guadalajara
to Lisco.
In
that moment,
my
and I, residians in Santa Maria,
Tekepexpan,
a place that before
was a terrenno of cultivos,
but that also
was a scenario of
executions in the past
in the time of the revolution.
One night,
while I'd
I, I'd be in plain
madrugada.
I saw a figure
sated in the comedor.
Thinking that was my
father,
I asked,
"'Eres you,
papa?'
No, I obtuse a response, and, at a minute,
distinguia a manseous, vestige of charro,
with a trage in a black, very sussie and disgastable.
This man, mirab in other direction of the house,
but, at percatarse of my presence,
our eyes were under those inquietant seconds.
In that instant, a profound fear
is abhorred of
my
ser,
Sintyndom
completely
vulnerable.
I'm sorry
and not
only only
me perturvable
his
mirabes,
but also
the sound
of his
unias
by the
mess.
Deado
after
a way
rapid
and interrupied.
While
I was
still year
and trembling
I'm
and I
constantly
I
Papa
Papa
the
The being, continued
to helpia
with his
and the
eyes,
without
disviing her
mirab of me.
Then,
I'd
to my
hermany,
but she
could be
to be it,
and little,
the figure
was disappeared.
Ayes
after, the
house was
alquilada,
and the
inquilino
also
affirmed to
have been
seen
in various
occasions,
what
he caused
a grand
terror.
Passed
many
years,
and I,
I,
yeah
I'm
and
living in
other
city,
occasionally
I think
that same
sensation
at
looking
to my
actual
house
even
I'm
even
I
ignored
to
I
had
some
years
I
could
reviv
that
a
time
in this
occasion
I
again
I
found
to
I
and
for
my
surprise
me
reveled that
he was manifestable
because
he wastes
because
he had been
been able to
have been
trapped in this
plan because
that resentment
the person
that was
the hypnosis
me insted to
ask her to
asker to the
light
although at
the beginning
he resisted
because
due to
his
rencores
finally
decided
to cross
to the
After that event,
I never more experimented
the sensations that me
had accompanied
during many years.
It's asombroso
as a possession material
can torment us,
even,
after the death.
The Hohrard
A few years
I've been a rancho in
a sinaloa.
One day,
an friend and I
were we were
exploring in an aquatrimoto
some
few
transited
in the
mountain.
We got
to a
place we used
to get
with a
near to
a rio
yeah it
was a
time,
around the
11 of the
night,
and we
saw you
that the
bellator
that
was a
little
that
would be
that we
know we
know
we know
because
our
visits
earlier.
Solia
to serve
the
place
the
thing
with
the
and always
he was a bicycle
a lot of a maca
under a techo of lamine.
There was a wall
of guamuchill
that said
attract a malas
vibras.
That night,
when we
we got us,
we know that
the circle
was put down
but the
bicycle not
we thought.
We thought
that the
bellator
was buying
cigars
in a
tinder
that
was a
kilometer
of
there
for what
we
decided
to enter
to the
reserve.
We
interned in the
bosque, and
the above
a
arbor, we
start in the
obscurity,
only with the
light of
our phones.
We've been
about things
of terror
while we
we were
after a
time,
we said we
we had we
a lampra
in the
quatrimote,
the
we're set us.
Passed
a couple
of hours,
around
the 1.30
or 2
of the
madugated
while
we're
we're
we're
we're
We heard of
a sound of
a bitras
that's
coming
from a
mountain
my
friend,
my friend
he was
in that
direction
and we
we've been
a
man,
and a
man,
and a
gavent,
he was
to be
he was
hard
and
was
clearly
not
the
bellator
we
know
we're
we're
we're
we're
so
that it
was
that the
Intentamos
saludder
saying,
Good nights.
But no
we've got
a response
to another.
For that moment,
that's
that was
about
about us
about us.
My
friend
was
and he said
that he
said that
he was the
when he was
when he
came to
come back
to
us
we,
we've
not something
in
his
movements
more
than
more than
it
was
that
it
flotable.
She desplasable in silence.
Rapidly, my
friend gritted,
Corrie!
Corre!
We're
running to the
matrimot,
leaving all
all right.
We're
we're
and we
we're
a lot of
a lot
we've seen
as that
that's entity
and it
seemed to
in the
obscurity
of the
bush.
De-prone
we're
we're
we're at
us,
he was
Juan,
the vellator
habitual.
Casse it
we're
we're afraid
we're
a time
with a
lamping the
hand,
we're
asked,
what are
what do you
do you
can't
they're
they're
in that
moment
we'll
we're
and the
entity
had
disappeared
he's
he
we're
we're
he said
and
he's
he was
we've been
that
that's
Ser,
is known as the charro
negro,
and the
last person
that he
was in front of
a lot of
because,
yeah that
never,
he reposed
of the impression
of her
face.
The Charro
No,
Hello,
I'm a fan
of the podcast.
You
I'm a story.
Hasn't
many years,
when a
little bit
a little
a man,
I'm
in casa
of my
abuelos in a plowland
near to the
port of
of Acapulco.
I had
around of
11 years
in this
moment.
The
quarter in
the
room in the
window
had a
carl.
In one
night in
that it
was impossible
conciliate
the
I
could
the
long to
a
seraduras.
Resonable
strongly
against
the
under the
under
the
the
door
me
was completely deserta.
Of a little
Callejoin that was
from me,
he was made to emerge
a figure infernal.
It was a genet
with an impeccable
trage of charro
of color black.
Lusia
and a great
and a
face.
His rostro
no had
Pell.
Only were
the muscles
of his
car to the
rojo-bivo
what he
was to look
horrible.
I'd
mountando
in an
enormous corsel
the black, the
which
respirable
that was
that was to
make a
echo in
all the
street.
Of
he was
he
made he.
I was
I've
over-salted,
levanted
a man
and made
a signal
like if
me
invited to
out of
the
window
and
to come
to him.
I
trembed
of
my
my body
no
respondia
just in
this
moment
me
I did
I did
the
amazer
was
a good
because
the church
of the
church of
the
people
did you
do not
the
the
invitation
to the
people
the
the
morning
at the
sun
the
the
campan
that
that
the
man
he
that
he
was
he
and he
ran
and
he
ran
and
the
even oscuras
of this
people.
At the day
the day
the day
during the
first of
I said
to my
abuelos
what I
had
presentiated
my
abelito
me
said
oh my
jita
that
that was
the
devil
if
ever
you ever
you never
you
never
you
you
you
will
to
you
will
to
he
never
we
never
we
never
to
for
some
legend. For others,
simply
about you. But for me,
the charro
is real, and I hope
never to see it
before. Ours of Fuego.
Hello. My name is
Yosellein. I hope
my story. I'm
of Ciuderdin'Licius in
Chihuahua.
I remember perfectly this.
It was a domino.
We went to the fairia my prima,
a friend and I,
as I was made very
very long
we're going
we're going
it was approximately
the one of the
morning and in the
trajectory we
we're going to
four friends
who were
who said they're
that we're
for that
we're not
we're not
we're
two quarters
before to
get to our
house
we've been
from a
a alleyion
came,
he was a
man
with a
shirt,
vestido
completely
of black.
When
he went to
see us,
we were
his eyes
rogous,
they were
of fire,
all we
felt him
intense,
and practically
we're paralyzed
to mercet
of that
that was
it was
evident that
not it
was a
human,
more
it was
a demonio.
The aroma that
desprendia
was very
very similar
to the suffre
this
ser emitted
a carcajada
and he
fellosmently
in his
cabo
disappearing in
the
dark
when we
when we got
to house
my
abuel
us
saw
and he
he asked
that
had been
he
we had
we told
all
and he
he
he said
that in
his
youth
too
he
was a
entity
to front
that
many
he
know
he
know
he
was
a
person
that
in
some
he
in a
moment
form
but
in
a
true
but
he
and
he
and
he
don't
do
he
and
he
and
he
and
that
We, we'll not pass
for the
callias
because we're
we're going to
that this entity
will appear
and this
this time
not we're
the same
the same
to get illesos
The H.
The H.
Hello,
my name is
Andrea.
I'm a restorator
of art
and I've got
I've got
some of
the basilica of
San Juan of the
Lagos in
Jalisco
These pieces
form part of the
sculpture polychromata
that are
that they're at
the year 1700
Lamentablement
were quamadas
around the year
1859
permanencied
were made
in the sotanos
of the basilica
during various
years.
A sacerdote
decided
to get them
with the
intention to
conserve them
in the
Museum of Chigualpili
She put in contact with me.
I went for them and I was
I'd try to my tallyer.
From her
my dayer was
filled with a strange energy.
She could be
destellions of the light in the
room where they had
even explanation
logical for it.
My perros,
of a repent,
corri-naces
moving the collar,
like if these
they were
talking.
When I'd
I determined my
work,
and I'd
have the
sculptures in
a certain
way,
a little,
at a
place, I'm
in a
position
different.
In one
occasion,
a friend
me visited
to be
to work.
When we
went to
the
house,
to take
a time,
she came to
see the
light in
the
room of
the sculptures,
a
past of
that there
no
reason
apparent,
for that
this
were to
do
this
always
I'd
with
a
house
where
was
in the
sculptures
and the
of the
we're in
a certain
and a
shirrido,
and the
door
was opened
and it
in question
of seconds
we've been
a man
old,
vestido
and with
a sombrero
of charro
to cross
the
door
from
the
door of
we're
aterrardas
if you're
I was seen. She said that she.
At regresser to house,
I told what succeeded to my parents,
who are very crevents,
me advice to add to water
and to rest.
Suggeried that,
that, while I resable,
intents to communicate me symbolically
with this entity.
At the day
The day the next, I went to the
taill air and rosy
a water-bendita in all the
parts.
I began to
talk in voice
Alta and
I said the entity
that I
transmitted to
a message
without
to be
even in a
dream and
that I was
disposed to
help her.
This
same night
I took
a dream
in the
that I
cameinada
on
some
old
old
And,
and peddras,
casas
of a
one-one-a-a-o-pice
and
paredes of
Adove.
It was
in the
decade of
1920.
In my
my dream,
I saw as
a little
a vows
out of
under the
mours of
adobe
very angostos.
In that
the cabalow
I was
a man
vestido
of charro,
and a
rostro
a little
a
black without
a bell
black and
the man
He made her
He made a mouca and
he'llpeo to his cabo
This
he went rapidly
gallopando
until that
both
were getting
from my
vista.
Desperte
soresaltada
because the
dream
was extremely
real.
At the
next I went
to my
tally
a bell
and I
reced a
little
oration
a
part of that
day
never more
there
manifestations
paranormal.
A
sometimes,
the almas
only need
a little
light
to find
his
way to
the
city.
The Cerro of
my
locality.
I live
in Guajapan,
Guajaka,
and here
there is
a place
we know
as the
Cerro
of the
Charrro,
very close
to
where
the
carter
principal.
It's
In this place,
there exists an energy
malignant,
known as the
charro
black.
There have been
various
accidents of
in those
people have
been chocked and
have been
the life
due to
this entity
malignant
that is
that is
that is
a great,
montando
a vicarate
a cari
on
the caro
cause and the
automobiles
chocken or
the Poucet, they've got to pay permission to this entity
mediant a ritual that gave a cab a broo of the zone.
The incredible is that this iser demoniac.
Despidia the sacrifice of 30 persons
to change to permit the construction of the Pente.
No I'm sure of if they paid the price.
But I'll tell you something, the Pwente is the construction.
The majority of the people that have passed
for this place in the
madrugas
has reported to
see a charro
a black
of two meters
of altitude
mounting a
great cariboy
when they're
building a
carreterer
near this
area
a man
very high
vestied elegantly
as charro
with an
impeccable
a shirt of
color
black
he's
he appeared
a
a person
he
he offered
to the
person
a bolsa
a bolsa
and he
He accepted the offerta.
One way that
he took the money in his hands,
the charro
he said that the pago
was his
alma.
The man
was a few months
in a tragic accident
when a tractor
fell over him
while he
was trying to
repair him.
Much of the
area have seen
this entity
and in bar of occasions
has offered
money
but those
who know
the history
never accept
because they
know that
that debt
is a debt
is
paid with the
life
the same
The Trato
Hello
How you
my name is
Stephanie
I'm
I'm aterrador
I'm a
story aterrador
I'm a
whole
I'm under
allegeau
10 years
One night,
all we started to
hear the trotte of a
caro that rastrava
cadenas.
They were around
at the 3 of the
madugada.
No, we're
much attention,
and we all
we just went
that simply went
for the zone
to some
a woman,
which was a
common in the
area.
The curiouso
was that
this cabo
was made
to our
house
during
three days
and emitting the same
sonny's
a reddened
my mom
full of intrigue
decided to get
to get to look at least
from a rindylla of the
door principal
he was to observe
my mom
was pallida
no could create what
I'd have to be
his semblance
changed and it was
full of terror
my papa
very preoccupated
he asked what had
seen.
My mother
commenced
to describe
what he
saw,
a cabo
black
assabache
arastra
cras
with a
man
with a
hand of
his,
courient
in the
genet
was
a vestido
of charro
great,
great,
strong and
imponent
but that
was what
was the
most
impression
to my
mom
what
really
he impacted
was
that this
genet, was my
Primo,
the
which had
had fallen
ago
a few
months.
It's
said that my
prim
did a
pact with
the demon
in one
occasion,
a
night
he was
he was
down
of a
mountain
on the
mountain
a
a
tree
a
of
a
a
thing
he
he
One entity
he paid
what
precious
that he
he accepted
to go
to get to
his
house
he was
a little
to three
years
he put
behind
the carionette
and she
passed
by the
from
since
from
he started
more
money
but
he was
he was
maldito
for
ever
for
finally
to
die
without
without
health
without
money
the
the cabo
with his
companions
passed
front to
our house
during
three days
and the
same hour
at the
three of the
morning
the last
day
that they
passed
falle
tragically
one of
my
tios
he said
that my
he
tried
he did
do
the
same
the
that
he had
his
but
something
not,
because he
not
he was
to pay
the
price.
And that
entity
he was
he was
looking
to cover him
and at
final
he was
I'm
I'm
to get
to get
to
hello
my
name
is Ruby
and this
is the
story of
my
my
my
old
we
know
we're
that
he
was
that
he's
he
was
always
had
had
had
had
a
temperament
very
was a person
very serious and dedicated to
his family
although he had
many problems
with the
baby.
When I was
young,
he was
he was
with my
diffunta
but
they were
in the
house
of my
his
ex-abuel
in that
he
had used
to go
to
many
and
regressable
at
times
at the
night.
A
day,
as
the
custom
he was
he was
a
return of a
night
of
a
He said that in the
He said, he said,
He said, a man
well-bested,
a charro,
very alto and
wap,
monta-and-a-
when he
went to him
he did the
good-nights
to the
man, but
this no
he said,
in the
other, he
pego to my
t'o with
a latico,
similar
to the
that's used
for the
cabos,
and he
said,
that he would
he would
he'd
he'd
would be
he,
he'd
My Tio's
My Tos he
He was
Atonito
for those
words
and he's
no he
he no he
he had
done the
he had
done the
good
nights
in this
state
in this state
he
he began
to play
with the
mysterious
ginette
and he
he said
some
he said
finally
he
he got
to
the
latic
to
the
man
after
after
after
he
he
he
he
he
he
he went
the
door,
before
to go to
go to
get to
get to
the next.
He said,
he said,
my
missabuela
the
and he
even,
I would
to show
to the
lotig
as
the
but for
the
lastig
not even
was
my
visabuela
he
was
he
said,
and
he was
saying
he was
that was
the charro
a
that was
the
because they say that when you
you're going to
you get
to get to
and nobody
will be to
the night
next next
my tio-a-o-o-o-wuelo
he went to
juerga
that night
while
he was back
his house,
mounted in
his caboio
heo
saw again
a enigmatic
figure
a imponent
genete
mounted in a
crosser-negr
vestyed
of charro
and with a
a trage impeccable.
Sin
however,
this
this
this
no
he was
the car
of the
genet
at the
beginning.
The
genet
he was
he
and he
said,
he said,
you know
my
my
me
I'm going
to
get to
get.
Just
in that
moment
the
light of
the
luna
illuminated
the
and
my
t'
abuel
he
could
see
clearly
a
a face of cadaverick,
full of
heredies and
blood.
My abuel
entered in shock
and he
shot to his
cabo
to his cabo
to
get to
a lot of
a
long.
I was
a carcajada
full of
burglah.
It's
said that
after
that day
my
my
my
my
my
my
old.
His
encounter
with the
charro
never,
he changed
the
Cholula
Puebla.
No
is
only
a
legend.
It was our last night.
We went to the grutas
of Tolantongo,
in Idlego,
and we'd end uprooose.
So we'd hospice
in a peoplito
in a peblito
near the grutas.
As we had
a little money,
we recommended
a posada economic
near the center.
From the moment
in that we came
we came to
that nobody
more lojara there,
only were
we were,
we were the
the house was a little
antigoa, but no
we had many options
given the circumstances.
So, we decided to
get us. The
new year no, it was
strange and nervioso,
and us adverted
that not saliarmes
we'd rather than the
room. Decidimed
weaned and
to restarned to
sleep. My
partner, always
uses colloers of protection
of the Santa Morty,
but that night,
for some
strange reason,
decided to
quitarsel.
My novio
began to quecharse
while I was
and then
he took with
with force
without previous
no
I know how
but
me passed
to the other
side.
I was
I was
I waspertar
and I
saw the
sombra of a
man very
very old
with sombrero
parado
out of the
ventana
This ventana
Daba
The window.
It was a
important,
mounted in a
caboio.
I could
hear clearly
the respiration
of the
cubation
as much as
if it was
molesto.
The
p'rote
relinched
very
very
really.
I think
that
that
sonio
I'm
Iosted
much
and just
when he
started
the
sombra
disappeared
He came downed us, and we don't
we'll be able to doorme until that
it camellino,
he, for his part, me
to tell the next.
He was in the
he felt that he paralyzed was the
body, a experience that, a meno
is associated with the paralysis of the
suing.
He saw the sombre with a sombrero
in the room,
to the room,
as the charro-negrim.
and no
he was to
move
it.
It was
like if
it
was to
the
question
while he
said,
I'm
going to
get to
me
referring
to me
he
desperated
and with
the
desire me
he
he
he got to
be offarce and me
took to be
over the
other side
and so it's
like he was
he was
he was
In that moment,
he spoke how the sombra
started to reirce,
and he disfanecy.
It was so that
he wasperted.
The most strange
of all is that I
also saw the sombra,
although he
he saw in the
room and I
for the front of
the window.
At the day
next,
we parted
the place
at the
maniser,
and the
doone of the
posada
we asked in a tone
very strange
if we had
had been
we'd have been
we're seeing
that this
man had
that night
not we're
or maybe
he had
a connociement
of what
occurred
during the
nights
in the
postada
I'm
I'm
never
I'm
a person
that's
a certain certain. I'm a
that is. A spectro.
A man
condemned to
bagar for the
dark
on his
caboio.
Possedor
of an
antigoa
maldition
derivated of
a pact
demoniac.
If
a one day
you'll
you know
you're
on his
black
corcel,
you recommend
to control
your
ambition
because
this
can be
your
perdition.
These
are the
stories
of
Charrro
Negro
that
more than a legend,
has been present in the
life of many people
changing those
for well.
I'm your friend
Fepo,
and I'm sure
that never,
never you
never have to
live,
an experience
like this.