Relatos de la Noche - 4 Historias de Horror de Taxistas

Episode Date: June 25, 2024

En el episodio de hoy vamos a relatar historias de un tema que es de los favoritos de la comunidad, historias de esa gente que pasa su tiempo al volante, por calles oscuras que a veces esconden los terrores más oscuros. Historias de taxistas y conductores, muchos del os cuales sabemos que nos escuchen durante sus horas de trabajo, y va para ustedes un abrazo, esperando que lleguen con bien a casa, y que no sean los siguientes protagonistas de Relatos de la Noche.¿Te atreves a escuchar?Compra mi libro aquí: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/También está en la librería más cerca de ti o en tu preferida para comprar en línea.Síguenos en instagram: https://www.instagram.com/RDLNoficial/Comparte tu relato en: [e-mail] comercial: [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Very good nights, community. Welcome and welcome to an episode more of relato of the night. During the next minutes we'll get to the world of the paranormal, to a world where your pears'pasties are possible.

The only that no cabs here are those preoccupations of the life cotidian that we're going to forget or you'll forget for a moment. No could you enter in the next relato

occupant your mind in them. In the episode of we're going to relate histories of a theme that is of the favorite of the community.

Stories of that people that pass their time to the volante for the solitaries that are

that they're in the terrors more of taxists and conductors many of those

of which we know that always we always we're always a brother and this episode

and this episode and that get with well to get the the next protagonists of

Relatos of the Night I'm a fanatic of the relato of the night. I'm a story that

me told a taxista a few years. All of the city of Mexico, in one of

those barrios where one thinks two times before to venture

to madrogate. Raul, the taxista, solie to work turns

because, according he, the tarifes were better and there were less

than more to preoccuparse. But one night, circa to the two of the morning,

he cogued a passenger in the center and he was a barrio perifero that he was a good,

he was a little bit, but the work is the work, so he met you for that

the serro, for those ways that they were up, where many times those

other their people, after the person, Raul decided to make to get to

a route different, he took a tachow that traversed a callias more obscure and strechas while he was used

that the streets were more the usual and that a air free was to

find out of the ventas a past that it was very

very clearly that something that was I was I was

I was I didn't to be a bien pasto. POS of a part of the

creating sombrass inquietantes in the bards, in the walls of the houses. De-reptain, he saw a three women of foot in a corner. Levered vestiges very long and obscured, and his cabellos d'aveyna'd almost them covered for complete to his cars. Raul thought that could be able to beaq, so he reduced the velocity. At a start-asur-as-a-one of the women opened her hand, indicating to her that she detuble. Raul Sintu then

a frio inexplicable but he detu to all a woman was to

the window and in that Raul noticed something very strange his

eyes were completely black no I had iris

or pupils I could see I could react

before the other two two women and they were and

they were to to help the taxi, while they were in a way grotesque. Intentating to maintain

the calm, Raul asked the woman that was at where she was in a manner

perturbator. He said with a voice that seemed to a voice that to be a little

a place where never mannese. In that instant, Raul felt like

a whole to get to all the air, like if the air had had been

more denser, The instinct of supervivences to power of him acelered his taxi and he was awayed to the most rapid

that he put. While he was he looked by the retrovisor he gave something that he was without without a

little. Dice that the three women were floating in the air with his vestiges

sundial as were an alas. Emitian a sound extrao like

a like ament mixed with Rises and the eyes that were black, now brilled in the

obscuridate. The poor of Raul conducted without to get to a vener to the main where the sensation

of oppression commenced to disiparsse, he detoured and was in a caroliner, and he was a little bit,

he was able, he asked, he was a question, he had been he said, the man in the

and iris, assentied with gravity. Oh, caray, you've got to encounter with some bruchas? He said, this barrow

has stories of women that practicable and that even was much, much time, even rounden

for here, looking, almas perididas, they're that still that's they're

to come out to the incautos, and they're to those that never

regressan. Since that night, Raul also he was to conduce her to

not madrugated for zones so dangerous but not, about

assaultants of the insecurity no. It's referred to those other

points rogos that the taxists also know of the

city always that this story his eyes that

they're not palpable record the encounter with those

brucas that they they can they they have

the the said the sir of the gasoline was no

there's a back back to the whole of my community my kids

Valentin and are the most fanatical relats of the night

they're they're and they and so much for conviv with

me I put I also I'm very I'm

that's I'm not the I'm think that their stories

have in Alva that really transmit the experiences

of the And it's for that, for that I'm atreve to tell us something that never had compared to. Apenas I was counted my kids, for first time, after some days, for that I helped me help them to redact it. Passed in Acapulco, has more than 20 years.

All of a city, a place that in a moment was a hogar of the rich, but that since then, is that in decadency. It was a night caluroous, a hummeda, typical of Acapulco. The air was dense, casi pegasso, and it was that the ola of the cold

no dave to rewa. The humidity was sent in every respiro, and made that the rope to begaar to the body. I conducted my taxi, buskanded a little

more of the dinner, to complete the day. Of a sudden, a woman made a signace from a serene and I'm in vestida,

with a vestida elegant that not encahable of all, with the ambience of the area the same thing, and made a direction in the part

antiqued to the area that had seen times better, but now was a new new an area that had seen

times but now was full of places abandoned, of the streets of dark,

during the woman not abel much, tan only me gave the direction and she kept looking for

the venting as it, as it was was still in his pensions. While I conducted, not could avoid feeling

an incommodity cresient. The night was more obscure of the habitual, and the silence in the taxi

was a perturbator. At the direction, I noticed something that put the peltas

in the entrance of the house, he was a man and a man

and was a little, almost skeletic. His figure was recortable

light of a farol and there something that made a lot of the question to the car

she was back to he came to say a one a single a little

the same the same thing, I was able to the screen, disorientated, with a mirrovisable, with a I was much more deteriorated than the last

time that I did. Me detupe and I tried to help her, but only responded with incoherences. His words not had sense, but her fear was palpable.

I tried to tranquilize her, but something in her comportment, me made a profound inquietude.

No, I could take her nothing of information and I had to have to

get her feeling really impotent. And, More or less one hour after her, I saw the

man of black again. This time was close to my base of my base

of taxis in a corner a little light light I was

I was clearly that I was being his presence was

inquietante like if me was waiting I'm made immobile

for a moment because the fear me paralyzed but

finally I I sacudied the head and continued I was working That same night I took Other Voyage At the

Fours of the city While I used I'd For a Coneyoney I'm That's

A man of Nego one more He was He was At the side of the

Carretera His figure in the penumbra It was impossible that me had

So you So far So far So much That So RAP The Mew

Mew my spalda and I peter the ballant with force trying to to maintain the calm I know that something was but I could

understand really that it was some days more incidentes but the fear I no me was just

not even for a moment one night a little a little me bivouc to her to get her

a direction that I was to recognize inmediate it was the same house where I had

had left a woman the first first. During the voyage, I tried to convince her to not go to that place. I told what had passed. He explained that that that that man of the negro, that mysterious man of the was very dangerous, although not could say why exactly. The chick, no matter, no me said a case. I insisted in

in that if it was to go ahead and my and calliara. Me said that no I'd say in those things and that only wanted to get to his destiny, that

I needed to do it. Sentie a messla very rara of frustration and desperation. I could

just to think on what I had seen the sensation of the danger that my sethable the

only reason for that was that she was to try to to make the way

to to make to get to that to the little. At final, just when we were to get, decided simply to continue to the long.

No, I could have left her there, no, after all of what had passed. While we passed down, I looked for the spejo-retrovisor, and I saw it again. The Hove of Negr was standing in the corner, looking at a taxi, to be haze, his figure delgada and alt, this time almost and so it was camoufled in the obscurity, and, although not saw it, I saw it with the mirab, sent a nod in the stomach and acelered,

and, and, that sense of terror. From that night I've been to pass out of that zone, and no I'd ever be to the woman, nor the man of the negro, but the sensation to be observed, and the fear of the un-known. That's the day of today. No-seekin or what was that man, but something in your presence me made sure that had committed a grave error at involuntary.

Only until I went to the city, until I was saying that never ever going to be able to. I'm able to manage it, I hope. I hope that you guys have liked my story. Me would have a explanation for what I did, but no la I. Simply I have Hypothesis, but nothing more.

Thanks to all for listening and to you, Uriel, for create this space, where we can share these

experiences with the inexplicable, with that world that is still, although we resisted to believe.

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We'll continue we're grabbing although the storm that's that's make a lot

that in a moment, we can't use the time. From it's where you hear you

hear of and it's going to more relato this night. Hello, I'm

a follower of the night since that only existe in YouTube. Now I can't

hear you my taxi during my longs long nights of work. I want to share a story that was

a few years, but I prefer to keep keep in monomim, because I'd matter me in my company of taxis.

You'll understand for what. All this occurred a night while I was waiting for the airport

of the city of Mexico. A night light, jubiosa, without many clients. I was

in the field of taxis when a man he's came to get to a destination

to a various hours of The money that offered was very good, that's the double of the normal, so I accepted, without two times.

He said that me were a little more ahead, without that they'd be to give them to get a while, to get us, I said,

I'd be a little bad, that I was going to go to start. Not was the first time that someone had a way to

a year, for the regular were people that no I'd like to leave a rastro to where

he'd dirigia. Vallen you to know for why reason. That's not we

don't know to ask to be in a brown gris, vesty a shirt blue

dark, it was a pretty very a man of

a but there was something that I was a

not but I did see the car we the

We We went to the airport and we We're going to The road The city Quaid was in the obscure Paisage of the

Autopist's Nocturnas Conform we advanced The man He was about much, only was

limit to look to the Ventana The hours passed and the Paisage changed, but the

sensation of incommodity no me did not for a moment, and the silence,

that maldito silence was insupportable the The Lord had said that not put up

music, that not incendier the radio. But also he's the most

minimum intent to respond to my questions casuales and trying

to make after the hours interminable we got a

little a little so the man he indicted

where I did not the tax and said a word

more the The people were strange. The streets were vacillies were and the few lights that had parpadeable

deeply. Decid I not to give me more time of the necessary and I'm going with my

regress for the city. The night was profound. The way was more

more more than never. The sensation of inquietude was

intensified when after after I did I'm not that

the carreter not I was familiar. I I revised the map

one, two, various times, and all it was correct. Sin embargo every every

that was the same the same the same arboles, the same signals of traffic

like if was trapped in a bucle the the reloja of the car

still advancing but I feltia that I was going to any

part the night was eternal and I I was a much, much

Miedo, although it sounded ridicule, never could never be to get to get to a moment of

desperation, I detuven in a little little on a little the

silence was absolute, and roto only for a grillo to the repented,

I did the taxi, tate to orient me but all my around,

it was like, as the world as the world's never to be used

to keep conducing. Of a repented, after what appeared hours, I

saw the light at the long, Iceler to her to find

a same that's strange situation, but when I only I

only I got I got a It was abandoned, but the light of the poste still encendida.

Decid I detenermere the car. While he did not, a man out of the officeina. A man came to the officeina. He had a mirrorederentrante and a smile that not transmitia any kind of caledness. Me asked if I needed help,

and I told what I had passed. The Anciano ensigned lentiment and me said that a lot of it, a Sometimes the Carreteras he They're

They're They're They're They're I'm I'm I'm He said

He said He said He said He said going to That eventually I'm my

way to I'm I'm not I'm not I'm

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

trying to maintain the calm. Finally, after what were like hours,

the lights of the city began to appear to see in the horizon. Sentie a libe

immense and accelerated to them. When I came to the airport, me

kept in waiting to finish my turn. Like if the time would retroceded

as, like all that time that passed in the carterter simply

not had existed. Like if me and allant, and all had been a dream.

I know what really happened that night. A sometimes I think was a error in the

space of time, other times that was simply a dream very vivid. But I never have

to accept to a voyage that I lege much in direction that that you

know, I'm I'm hope you to be my story. To all my people

taxists that I'm His own experiences with relato of the night. Never is a time when a story can resonar

with someone. Acern't to know that was a loco. Thank you. Hello, I'm all of all right of the community

Relatos of the Noche from 20. And the year past I took a opportunity to see Aureel and take a photo with him

when he was here in Bogotah in the festival Gabo. This is the story that he promised to be enviarle, an experience that

even me accompany. It was a weeknerce around the 3rd at the madrugada when recogued a young Argentino in the zone of bars. Me piedo that he was to get a department in the Carreira 1,

where he was a little bit of the first, charlabomous over football, about the different and about all similar that

were our cities. He was of Buenos Aires, her noviour of Medellin. The night was particularly obscure and the

niela commenced to especially when we were to get to the men'serate. The

street where we were on the front of the direction, the atmosphere changed to the atmosphere

changed. The two was made the street was deserta for complete. The lights of the

postes just They just They were a nubbering. The repent,

in the avenue of the venice, we were a signora parada of the

spaldas and in the nyevla. Hevava a vestido and a

species of a suit gris to the shoulders. His cabo was

on them was being not immobile as like,

as if was still a something, but there,

in the carreterra. Reduque the velocity and we had to be a distance prudent of her. Puse the lights of emergency, especially for if someone's a close velocity. I read the young passenger.

He me mirabed with the eyes well-abirted. We were in silence just a moment observing the lady's was a heavy to feel too, asbest, as if it was difficult to breathe. Decid I then that I would have to go to the taxi, that I would be if the

signora needed help, but in that moment the passenger me gritted with a voice full of panic, no back, the signora no has no, you're going to go to go to. I'm going to go ahead with more attention, and in effect, the The feet of the woman were, burroses, transparent, as if not were not even present. Like if it was a bit of a phantasm.

It was a bit of aterrador. The young me urged to that up to taxi and we were from there. Trying to maintain the calm, decided to give the world in New and to return from where we had been. But, while I prepared the manoeuvre, that woman began to move He came to walk in

the road to the carterer to turn to never to see that both we'd

we're we're the second in that could turn to show to

show to show but before before that could

do his figure began to disfene in the nibla

until simply simply was in the air the young

passenger Argentino and we we we we the sun latient at all the velocity.

Conduja rapidly to to leave it in his destiny, trying to to get back that's the experience the most

soon as possible. At the passenger and I interchamial a few words before that

he was backer of the taxi, visibly affected for what we had we had been

I'm I'm he said that for favor not to be that he were

to be to be to be to be and in how it was so Icelerer to get to a new to a

little to a little bit of a little there's a lot of my turn this night to make sure to give to

all the people of that I'm that I'm more stories I know a much fanatical of the podcast

but few can't to tryven to invite their experiences some of those some

I've I've I've seen really I know really really A salute to Mexico, and to any rinkon of the world,

to where this history of Colombian.