Relatos de la Noche - Aún se escucha la mecedora de la abuela que falleció hace años (y otros relatos)

Episode Date: June 27, 2022

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Community Relatos of the Night, how are you? I'd like to have to be here, listes for a new dosis of stories paranormal, of relapsychables, of experiences that only can explain with what paranormal. We're preparing episodes of stories long, recopilations extensas of the themes that you more are you more interested in,

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because you can't do march after you can't you can't start in the next relatoes

of the night hello my name is Arnoldo I've got to share my story with

you know I know I'm sure you see that I'm am a conductor of Uber in the city of Celaya

Guantuato in many occasions me took to to recorred the streets of my city for the

night. In one of those times I saw the notification of a new need to

get to get to a lot to be a lot to be a lot normal.

By the while when I did it was not there passed

many minutes and nothing. She opened the door

and she saw a one of ten years vesty

elegant of black he put behind to me

on other On the other side, a second after a second after a second after a chick of a sweater and a man. Serrary on the door. I initiated the voyage. Having advanced on the meters, me said they were they went to a motel,

although not saw the direction exact. For that's not been put in the application, but they'd indicate me for where. I knew the rumpier. But in the trajectory, I began to question me what would pass with the poor little, as I was

to enter to the hotel or he was to go to another room or I

would have to get to get to another place I'm very responsibility

and I'm was really I'm to get to get

to to get to the and they're on

the man and nobody more and they No, no one more.

No, I'd try to nobody more. The other door never opened, I was I was looking clearly and nobody he washaw with them. I saw the pair enter in that the place, but of the little, my rastro.

This what I'm going to tell, passed when I was very small. That experience us made to see the other way and never to forget our fieless diffunters. So, it was two of November, Diyad-mortos.

In my family, we are very appellated to the customs and traditions of those feces. When my abolita vivied, we were in her house to help her own friends depending on the days that they'd talk about.

The mere day, we'd know that it was to go to visit the Panteon, to let her flowers to the stumbas of our mortals, but in special

to my abolito and my tio. My brother and I don't get us to know them to know them us You were

in a embossed when my mom was a little. My my t'er

a little. I was a little when I'm my mother was the

mother and do you do you much the partida. A my abelita

also never was the same. We know just over the

stories that they were about, the anecdotes of my mom

of my my tios over always when we had been a rath just

just just fulls of flowers, and my mom was put in very very sadist. We'd say that he'd have enchanted that

my abelito us would have known. He would have cared much. We'd say always,

with some tears in his eyes. After the cemetery, we'd back to the abelita.

There we'd comeiams and we and the people who were coming after after. It was

to know the night and not much talking. The house of my

My little was little chiquita, only two quarters, the the baio that was out of and a co-cina of carrizo away of the two habitations. The patio was great. As a customary that day, my abo'uels

us left to take an alfeynique of the offrenda. I had seven years and my brother four. It was a free that night. My primos and I we were

the tulses that had put on the offrenda of that year, until that we made We found that my my

brother no he was in. No, he could have been out of because the

door of the sidewalk but no we're not in no

no my mom he and at the way we did

to go to get to the back to do you do?

What are you don't you get to another? He was

I'm was with the man and the man was there

the man asked if he was he was a he said, and he said that's the you know you. The man

no man's he's just pared in the corner. While he's called it we're we're still

a little, a prima he asked was sure that was really, if not so I'm imagining

but my brother was that he were that he was in the kitchen my

my papa came to go back to one one of my one of my

one of my people They thought that someone had meted to the house. My papa gritted that we had in the quarters. But revisited all and not they found a nobody.

So, they they again to asker my brother, if it was really what I had seen. My brother, a sustado, he was going to

write to be part in par, and par, making a strundo that he made to give to all us. We came to see what had passed because

that one never had been it's a wagon pegged, not said they'd not even how could

have been abired so while my father and my mom my abelita was to my brother

he went to he went to he said, he said, and he said me again again, tell me

that's the man you that's the manita was very clear with what he said

I had a sombrero Camisa blue It was a My color Me'd Gordito Like my

Tew Chui And he He'd And he was Mornito And he was Triste But no

He said And then He said He said My mom That you That's He's

He's She's He's He'll He'll He'd He'd He'd

I'm I'm When I'm When I When I I'm I'm When I'm

I'm I'm I'm From the things of his roperer, he was a manetita with a candado. Of the chaves that always cargabah, took the most small and he abrieu. He saw a photo in black and black and a black and he showed to my brother. In her, there was a group of seigneur around a mess, while they had a barraja.

Some of these, is the sir that was in the kitchen. He asked, and he asked, "'Sin titiote, no one moment. My brother responded that, "'seigneur, he said, a man in the mess. It was my abuel. My mom

was behind of us. I don't have seen to get to my side. I brought to my brother and

he asked if he was saying the truth, if I was sure of what I've seen more

more confused every every but he said that he said, he asked who was who the

man, he was your abelel. He said my abulita between my brother, no, I didn't know anything, and he started to signar the photo and

say that no, that the other manchatcho no other man was there. But then my abolita, he muster a quadro, one that was stilled by the the pain that was caused to be it. It was a painting, a picture, a picture that had been made to my abuel and to my tio, after to fallacy. My My brother said that the young of that retrato, he was the little bit of the corner of the house. It was my tio.

All the family was enter that night. All we're very very assuptated and nobody quissue and to get us to the kitchen. Only my

abelita. We said that I was to go to give to his passos and patient to the kitchen of Carrisseau.

Never we knew what was that was there inside. If he saw something, if you something, never no's expletka no. Only he went with us others and he was told that now I knew that they were

good. Abrozoed my brotherito and he gave the thanks. Since then, and even my bigita, yeah no is to, we keep putting a friend a year-con-a-one, because we know that in those yes, they're back to us, that's back to us.

Otter best. We're going to enjoy the stories of today, and, as always, I have to thank you to appreciate the confidence that they have, all partying us experiences. That is what is different relatoes to the night, the Confianza, the that's the

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be short, or very large, We want to learthe. But for now, there are more stories this night, and not all are to have a final felice. See, Hello, Aurael. Hello,

I've seen a couple of months I discovered your can't really, since then, I've made a fiel seedora that she'll hear of a new episode. Recently, you've published one called,

Never abras the door if they're to come to madrugada. But I want to what's a question to do you? When that's a strange to do you

soced of the day, when nobody is thinking in the supernatural. Well, the relato that I'm to share with you today, but occurred here in my

house, where my family and I have lived for 18 years. Here is there are many things. I don't

if it's because just at a quadra is the Panteon municipal of the

people, but here it's a energy difficult to explain. Tal- maybe for

this we have in our last a list of the success that we've lived every member of the family. But in the last

years is my brother, that now has experienced more things, more of these phenomena without this phenomenon.

She may constantly the sombra of a man, of an man alto that seems to be under the

pendent of her, and the escalers that are down to the and some nights,

he has had been that same summer in the room, as a in some

local of your room, vending to see the to be in the time.

We've intended to find a form logic to explain that they're not

we're not we're and my papa, just he's just the thing we're we're doing

we're we're not, my brother is a night, but this that

you're going to be to be with that the sombre in the madugated but

with something that's something in a Tardy very tranquil. My hermanna was alone in

house. My parents are all the day and we're always we're only to

she and but in that occasion I was on the my mom

and said my my mom and the four she started she's she

was after the quarters ordered as always are three

three abations in the house the of my mother and the

my mom and the the escalars to the first the first us to my

her mother that they were in the one of the part of my father of

my father's at the then he said he he he said my

mom I'm I'm I'm gritted my her penandos

he he he he's he he started his things when

he's repeated my mom eno my mom enogated that I'm

I'm going, gritted my hermiting, irritantos for the insistence. He set out of the door. Passed by in front of his own and

just before to get to the escalars, at the my room, sent you how the door of my

apartment was very gently to his back to the first and he was to get used

to make to make sure to make a little to make a bit of when I heard

when I heard from I see why you're Why not you're the door? That voice clearly not my mom, although I was like she did know that even though

she did know that even though she not was alone in her carrieed to the room of my papas where she encerra and he called for telephone for that they were rapid

and I'm to get them. Since then no has to hear that voice I always remember what I'm about to

tell as something something, something very my last record that I had of the Bula. I've got a memory since that I was a manned is a little bit of a kindergarten, in the mezzarder of her house and go to surprise her court. My abuela, always in the mecedure of her own little bit of her own. Poccurringed. A little could come in When she was two months in visit her. His body was there, in the mecedora for days.

Thanks a God, his gats had been out of the because I think we've heard stories macabres about of what could have been a animal-incerrared for soverevive. The house conserved an or an orlore extrano for days, the allure that my primas and I not just forced us for to disappear. We stayed in the house of the abuela some

weeks for care of their animals, of those plants. That I recall that we had made to be made a image amargar, in

something that not support we think that that there had been only her body a morrowed just the

sound of that the movel I, I was the door in the room My primas opened the of the

They were They were They were I was I was the maybe in my Swo' I've been

even but I've even that's not a dream what we're we're doing it was

real someone someone's being there in their in her in her

room the the door was a door when we're

when we we're we're we're we're we're we're Pronto the perfume of the

Buela It was done the passio, all the house, it was like it was over there in the

middle of us over the house, and the only that we could do you do it was to go back,

we're going to go back more more. And then the days the next. When we we told us

what was what was to do you did, she said that she said that the abuelita

was there still in her house. We said that his nieto, Benny, of three years, he had said that in the mencedura there was a bigita,

but no he described it like my abuela. He said that was a woman of an old-saltones, and he was he imitably and he had been

the chachettes of the signora were like chuped, that was flaca, very flaca. Total, very distinct,

but my tia said that she said that she said that she was the woman, that was her mom.

All we thought that, until that After that the Irma of the abuela visited the house and we got out of the error. We told us to the mecedura that we'd We've heard of the perfume that I won the Casa, of that any woman that had seen and had seen,

she said, Ryendo she, The old one's that, she's a lottone, this has been much, since your abuela and I were all the nines, always has sat down in that mecedora.

for that maybe a my woman he would be to be that

to be that I'm not that not you're so if you're they're much

good they're they're going to start to be and will

to want to they're to be they're to be to be to be

to get to the catos the plantas that put

and he did we're we we don't we

we don't we we She never would ever be to do. That's for a few had been a

good little. For a few I thought that that I'd heard of

all the nights had been my abuela but no and I don't

I don't I'm to discover who is what is what is in that mecedora