Relatos de la Noche - 5 relatos sobre estatuas, maniquíes y figuras que se mueven

Episode Date: November 25, 2024

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Very good nights, community, and thanks for to accompany us one more in this space, where the lines of the skepticism always be a bit borrousas, where every one is looking how can be able to create those stories of that that is a testigo.

This night we have a time that, although at first-vista, could appear inoffensive, and fantastic, has a strange capacity to despera, a temor ancestral, the figures immobile that appear in observarn us, those that coverin'bara in our

pesadillas, but also, maybe, in our reality? And is that who of you do you know a story so around, with someone circano, maybe? So, we've selected some of the most impactant that have arrived to

us recently to share with you in this episode. We'll be statues, manichies, and figures

that not should be moving but in certain nights and in certain places are that

regular that they're they're not natural. Some stories that different ways

we've have people like you're that you have more

questions than questions What are in these objects that can't get us Tried us too? Is our mind playing with us or there's something more after

of those miras immobiles? For the next minutes we invite us to to pay the lights and to enter in these relato encounters with the

unconocido with what not should be but for some reason it seems it's This is, Relatos

of the Night It was our first trip around after to be able to make sure for months. Maria and I

decided to give us a second of a little city, the people said the

place had a little special, with its old, and a place

central that, yeah, it was a cuted of a

postal. Just some the place of the place, there a

statue very detailed, of those that they impone from the first moment in that you was a

figure of bronze, that was to look to be a little where we had a place, there's a hotel

but the window was a window has a beautiful we're not you know there's

there's your friend I'm I'm really referring to the statue that had appeared to

something a parturbored for the real of his eyes, and when

we're playing with she's she about, she almost murmured

a little concentrated in ordaner his things, but I could never

to make to make that the thing, but the time,

and I came to the night to come to get to a

night, we're we're we're to get to get but

after after after after maria began he said,

me did he did he did but I knew that the colicons of those days could be terrible. Necessitabye need to

find out of little to livearla. I'm going to get some pastillas. No me tard. I said, I was going to walk up until I waserke a window to ensure that the streets were sure that the streets were quite.

We've been told that sometimes the center of places like that is not so amigable to come to come in a day. And there, when me I was when I wasomed, was when I noticed. The statue no was foundsia the seigne and I made two

times. The place was just seemed to give the sombre of what should be there. I mean, I was trying to convince me that, surely was an effect of the light, or perhaps the cancancey was just a bad passada. But I sentia something in the pecho that wasia that something not was well. Even even, I don't could have to

crossed of the back at the camera, so I began to get her reception. And the lady had

a woman major, with a chal tegid over the shoulders, me detu before that could be

to be at these hours? Me asked, with voice back, almost

shusurrando. Yes, I need some pastillas for my novia. They have a lot

very very strong, responded. The she was a head. No,

a young, not a hour, nor a good night to go to go to

come to come you can see I'll see I she

she she she only she just I'm more

but at final I let me go she for

she before before before before before the and

the castes are that more than what I had imagined. Apeness had a loose, and every pass to give, resonable,

as if were the only being a person in the people. Camines rapid to the pharmacy, intentating not to think in that statue, nor the advertency

of the signora. When I came, the pharmacautical just me said to the mirabed. I bought the pastillas and

I was inmediate, ancioso for regressar. But, while I came to return to the hotel, I'd

heard a little, It were Passos First I thought I'm My imagination But I

heard I was I'm Like they're Like if Stubier To give to give

to the Calle to I was resonating over the Piedras They're

Passos Pesados Like something something I'm I'm I'm coming

Ander I'm back I'm back No no No idea I'm

the pass, but what was the way that he was the more than I went to the rhythm. No, I was,

I just wanted to get to get to the hotel. My heart lighted with when

finally crossed the door. The signora of the reception was

there, miranda me, looking me to look at I, I know,

I did not, I, did the stairs two in two and two, and

I'm the door in the room back to me. Maria

was dormita. His respiration was a quiet. He had the pastillas to the

camera and I tried to calm me, but something I was a little I'm in

a window. The place the statue was still still I was very bad

that night I was every little I'm with the

feeling that something that I was always but for the

morning when the sun illuminated the statue was there

exactly like when we with the same volvo in its base and the same air imponent like if never had

disappeared never I've never said I'm sorry and even I'm trying to not think in that

night the echo of those pastos still resonating in my head every that I'm

that I'm we've been to go back my my parents never have been very superstitious

of actually always always are a little about the stories that they're going to

about the things about about the other but the only time I've heard of

I've seen to talk a little that was what they've a few little

people of a mountain, when they were on a anniversary number 30

they're always have enjoyed to the people that those

are that are that are that are in the time the plan

was to get to a car apart apart and

and to walk for the bosque, to take a coffee in the center, and relaxes without the ruin of the city. Me told them that they've got them, they're feeling that the people had something

something, like if all were in a silence more profound than what normal. The first day explored the center and came to

a point that connected the people with the way to a church. It was of the peterrandals desgastated for the

time, and in the center had a statue of a Christ in Cruce. As soon they explained

after, it was a figure famous in the people. Much people said the Christ

of the Pente, although not is the name official, and they said that

had been there's the foundation of the place. With these

the people, and much people I'm going to the people

I'm that time my time, he took various photos

to the point, barme with my father on the solem

lo was like was like they night, the things started to

change. The cabana where were in the houseped were near the point, the sufficient as that from the

window of the cellar, could you know it's illuminated by a pair of light, after the

night, after the time, my papa saw, to fumar in the little

balcony, while my mom was a little in the tina. So,

he he went to while he was a little something in the point,

the statue of Christ no was not he was he was he was

hevoked that was the light not even the look or the angle from where I'm but then

he was attention really not he was there went to my mom

but she he said that she was her imagination to where they could have

had been a statue of that time no more that's he made

he he said while she reigned. My papa no insistent. Serrary on the curtains and they were disposed to do not even. Although he

he was kept with the sensation that something that was a bad the night they were a loud.

It was a goelpeteo rhythmico like if someone was trying soavement the

door of the cabna you're you're waiting? Bromeo my mom although

both they knew that no that nobody should be to be there

My papa He went He went to He went He went to He went And he He set up

And he was After the Before he He wrote For the little But he He didn't

He saw No, He was When he Heelel the soil Heoos Mockas

that were Like if someone had out of the Ryo

and had came to the door He was a animal

or a a little racho, he said, although did my mom that his voice sonnab, much more

more preoccupated than the customary. No they were not to them asomars and they

did they the other the room. My mother said, my mom assured that

when looked at reoho for the window, she saw, a sombra, a sombra,

a sombra a number crossing the point to the point to the

morning my father came to come to To be determined. At the

statue was there as never had disappeared. What strange was that when looked at that was that had

the base had marcus of water the base had marks of lodo like if someone

had had rastra that statue to that Christ for the rio for his

allreded my my my parents not have but what the most me impacted was how my mom

serrothed her relato I never I never believed in those things but after that I'm I'm a little to the statues

of the night I don't I'm much attention I'm I'm going to move to and here I'm sharing this

with you guys because I'm the type of stories that Uriel that relato of the night can't

tell like nobody Also, maybe someone else has visited that people and also have seen something extra-

Maybe not were the uniques. This was to a master a few years while we were in the field of an

office of the Cep. Yeah, I know I know well, I'd topado and not of those

that used to talk to, much less to talk things raras, but it was that time

needed to to take it to his system. Me said that was something that never had told to nobody, and he was not about to know he

was a realive it. He had been a master rural, and me he told him that they were to cover the last months

of the cycle in a little little little, of those that just that just appeared in

the maps. A tragedy had sacudied to the community, the maister that had had been

years in the school He was a accident No me He said much about what But he made sure That's obvious

He had a hole Norme Tantue in the school As well All the people They were They were very Simple,

with parades that needed Pintura and a camp of football full of Pasto Alto

Demasio But what what most He made the attention was A statue that was in

the heartine Central It was a a little of cement, sent out in a bank with a book in the book on the

work particularly elaborated, more than burd, but had a something that he could explain,

perhaps it was the form in that his eyes looked at the way to like if

was over his around. At the first he didn't know because

there was a statue there, but some days after to get a

professor of the most the young, he told her the history. Segun he knew, the little bit of the first alumnus of the school, a student very intelligent

that was cursesing the sixth year, decades after. What he said special the history was that that alumna had been precisely of the

master that had to fallacy. It was like the destiny was connected. He said the master major, with a mixture

of nostalgia and From the start. From the first, its' Tarea not was easy. The Maestra had left many things to medias, a puntes disorderned, lists incompletas, and a carder, and a letter cursive, that a peterre that just could be able to read.

So he passed at the tarts, trying to put all in order, revising documents, qualifications, and planing other activities for the students. No I wanted to fail to any to them, and much at the memory of the maestra. All over more or less well,

until a time when the skyloor to darker and the wind soplava with force. He was something

he was a direction, with the quaderns of the students of the alumns apilados in a

rinkon when when when I'm on the window, view a little a little

crossando the camp of football. At the first he was that was a little woman

that had had been left to to have had been the notion

of the time but something not it's a that's

a little and the torment that she went to look and

when he he he was not he was that

he was that the the people that had

done the during the time he didn't a

scalofrio that no could ignore. The little the little to be the was going to be the

not to the matter, that was the matter of more than there was a barranco, but also there was a barranco, impossible to be a little bit of a little bit a little bit of a little could pass

he did a pass a door, but his piernas were very

looked to the window and just before that that disappeared

between the abus he did know that he

was that was a little the car recogied

the cut of the uniform even even the

form that came came In the other than that, Tomu his things the most rapid that could and

he was made of the school. While I was the patio, sentio the impulse to look to the bank where was the

statue, but the fear was he was not I didn't confirm it. No,

I wanted to know if was a back to that night he bit to get to school

after after the time, and I had the the sun, and preferrere to revise the quaderns in the little little bitation that they prestoned in the

public. When it was the cycle of school, she despied to the alumnus and of the place and never went back. Never he was. At the final of his

relato, me mirrored with a smile and said, "'Puede that all has been my imagination, but if something I learned is that me went to be good, that'stoub't not to enter me to

have been Also, also can continue in our social, where we'll share content extra, many memes, and more about the world of the paranormal. Your support is what we can't continue

telling stories, and if you have a proper, for favor, as always, no do you doves in enviard her. Talves it's the next that we'll hear about in Relatos of the Noche. I'll give to offer

Disculpies for the voice that's very golpeated, very disgastated but I'm going to take a few days without

to recover to recover for complete and now so, apag the light, accommodate and

prepareate because you still more more stories this night this this was

in 2015 when I was in a time a tent of a commercial. It was a

little, not as great as to lose to be, but so sufficient as to feel as solitary, when yeah had passed the horario of the time of the year. Levered more than a year, and although the work was tranquil, the journeys of inventory could

be agotidorms. That night I took to get me with two companions. The tinder was at 9, but we'd end up to start after tardy and scanning every pernd. It was a timeonet, but we'd trybomes to do

more chevadero with platics and some other broma. All over normal to start at the 11th. I was in one of the end of the stines to the tent. When I felt

that I was that I mean I mirro. I mean by the armory but no, I thought that

only was my imagination. I think that all in some moment we've seen that someone we've seen

when in reality there, so I'm I'm I'm trying to ignore it.

We've We've been a day and those hours always tend to to give to work

to work mental so that when you are very too so I'm so I

still working but a little after the back I saw

I was something I was to be in seco between the clothes

I would I saw that I see a car a

I was a I had the hair ruby

lice and some eyes apagued that just I can't I'd ask I'd distinguish

before that they disappeared after the present you ask you ask you ask you

ask you try that's trying to sound a little but nobody responded I

went with my companyers to the area trying to be apparently

that I'm she not she was one of she was I'm did you

could be to be to be image. More later me took to revisit the

zone of the old of the store, and that place always had had been a bit of

a bit of a dark, the lights perpadeable and when all the was too

was too so that I'm sometimes scone some I, I used

passos to me to me. Algines to get to get to see to

another of my company but no there no This time, I was somandos by the mark of a door, with the same

Cabeo Rubio, mirroredinging me in silence. The heart wasle with much force. Grite, hey, degen to go out. No, it's chistoso. And I'd gore to where

was the figure, but at the figure, but at the no, there was nobody. Nobody was somando there. In that moment I felt desperated. I'm

doing a bruma. My companions had been put to a quarter

to be I'm I'm I'm going to get a little trap

I'm I'm back but I was I'm I

didn't I'm a no much time before to

hear after again this this time I I'm

I put that I'm going to I I had heard the sound.

What I found me left hell. Desire you to have been seen, it was a manikie.

A manikie of a little black and a poloica ruby. He was was a

middle of the passillo, like if someone would have left there. It's I don't

saw, I saw, and when I gotus, and when I I discovered, I was

completely quieted. But that no didn't mean I'm seen that maniky

at the front of the tent at the end of the other manikis of the entry to the

time. I was talking to I'm talking to who had a braom that's

not a question, and could be a something bad at something that I don't

me I was so with them but me mirro with

that's we're not quite we've said they're but at the same they're

they're like if I were talking don't they're they were made

a I'm not I knowed that's I honestly I'm

sure you you're you imagine he said one of

she even then then trying to tranquillize me, commento something that

he made a more nervous. Look, if it's because they they're not the

other suggestions, are pure ideas of the guardia. Because he he's he's

he said the guardia but the is that nobody has

seen nothing the people, they're all the people, don't

you know to be not you don't you know, I'm not heard about

a a legend or a a little a little phantasm for the tienda about

that was that was in the night when I was a and it was a time of

that I did not I'm the image the maniky and

the eyes that was repeated in my head in my

time and I did you do notcturns and I'm no longer and

I saw an opportunity to move From me. Since then, that's so I evito to get only in the

places as if always had the fear of that something could ever pass me. Although I see that no has any sense. I know that my companions never took on serious. That the majority worked years in that

place, without a single incident, but for me was something very real, something that I will forget. I ammante of the stories. I'm a man to tell them, and that me result of the things that most my passion to do.

It's not so that Ime that's a lot of the night. This that I'm parted with you know, I've told a vecina, a few years, a night in that was the light in all the street.

At the first, we all came to our own back to the sky, and with the only resplandor of the vellas that

had been sentied. It was one of those nights where the lack of electricity to the day we don't not even to

When the other began to do you see and we we're still. She was done telling me something that, according to said,

no he had said to nobody more. Everything it was that every time that I figure to porcelana

in a vitrina or in a ventana like the of the back the front, I feel

a scalofry inevitable. Then me told the reason. When when her

little she was her mother, she'd her house of her t-a-a-wela, Panchita, a woman, yeah very major, that lived alone in a house

full in a house full of things antichuas. It was the type of house that always looks like and mebless old, and mewbless

that crookin to the minor provocation. A yeah never he liked much to hear because said that the

house had a air heavy past in the wall, in the cell, just at the

side of the comed there was a vitrina great, with repisas of vidry full of adornos.

There were figures of angels, flowers, little ballerinas, and in the corner a little bit of porcelain. It was a figure a little, with a tunica

red, a garro ponteagued, and a smile that had to be a few minutes. A little bit of the little bit a little bit of

the first. He gave the impression that the eyes of the duend they were the

He commented to her mom that the duende looked at her mind. But she said and he said that was only her imagination. A the tia-a-u-a-wola-panchita

seemed to love to the figure, because she said that was his duendecito protector and that he had

there to care the house. In one of those visits, while the adult was conversable

in the commasable, the little in the cell in the front of the vitrina. Then,

then he It was it It was that the duende Hegneau a No I'm sure, but

Sinted like if something had been changed in the figure. She went to

the commoer, but no did you know what I said that she

would think that the figure the the dween he had guinado a ho

The night came and as she she and she got to

do to do one of the quarters It was a house

and silenciosa and the little and the little little problems to conciliar the

suh in the in the madrugated they were some and they were rissas awedas

awedas like if were to be someone that was not be heard

he was he was she was she was she when he opened the

when he saw that the was dark, he saw that all the was in silence. He tap

with the covice, trying to ignore the fear that I'm then he heard of

some some some of some like if someone was a

little was that the sound was the door. The heart was

the hearted with a move after after some minutes

heard the when he went to get to when for the sense of the thing he was to get a a little

after the day and then his tia abuela commented that had encountered the figure the dweend

in the soil of the cellarer surely she cameo with some a little

something he said although he had temblated and nothing that could

tell the The little No-Noyed nothing but I thought but I'm

not a but I'm going to be the visit the next ever to be able to the

bit of the duendie I felt that he he was and a night after

that rissas those passes in the house he said to the mother

to the mother after years after he asked to the old

that had passed with the duend He was a time, responded Panchita, but then, with a smile

extrana, he said, never me did not know, but I was getting fear. I think it was now

to be to take out of other house, the platic of the lady the

and I remember very well that all this relato me it and it was to get

to that the strange figure of a dund in the the ventana of the the