Relatos de la Noche - Cuidado con la Bruja de las Tijeras (historias de terror)

Episode Date: September 30, 2024

Esta noche conoceremos a una mujer que, en el rincón más íntimo de su casa, fue testigo de una aparición imposible, una figura que jamás podrá olvidar. Después, las luces en el cielo, esos destellos en la noche que no parecen pertenecer a este mundo, nos recordarán que hay cosas allá afuera que no podemos controlar ni comprender.Y finalmente, una familia será marcada para siempre por la misteriosa visita de una mujer vestida de negro, cuya advertencia salvó a uno de sus miembros de un destino fatal. Prepárate para una noche de misterio y suspenso, porque lo que escucharás hoy podría quedarse contigo mucho después de que termine el episodio. Bienvenidos a Relatos de la Noche.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.

A long of the years we've learned that the MEDOTENMUES HUNES PURMAN- Can't manifest as a figure that appears in the obscurity of a room, like a presence silenciosa that you observe from the street, or even like you're looking

expletion logical. This night we're to invite us to accompany us in a recorried for three relato that we're showing that the terror not always from what we can see with clarity,

but of what you're in the sombers, maybe of our own mind. First, we'll know we're a woman that, in the rinkoan most in the corner of his house, was a testigo of an apparition impossible, a figure that

never will not be able to forget it. Then, those steeles in the night that don't seem to pertainceeser to this world, we're going to record that there are

things out that we can't control, nor even to understand. And finally, a family will be marked for always for the mysterious visit of a woman vestida of a negro,

that seems to come for someone, for one of them. So, prepare to a night of terror, because what you'll hear you, could be able to get us with you after that the episode.

My name is Uriel Reyes, welcome. Welcome, welcome to Relatus of the Noche. Hello, Uriel, and community. Have you very good nights. I hope that you can share my story.

My name is relevant. but the next is a what's the next to go-a-wila I've got to see in a

house that ran a carat with a innia she was a university and for an so she was

it was parted we we've occasions in those that I had to hear

I was I'd I'm trying to I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

I'm a I'm a day pesed in the time I, I recosted in my camera, me puss to listen music with the diphoners.

But, but a little after, I saw the door principal. I paused my music, and I was my friend, who had comey

getting to a parrand accompanied by Paula, an amyga a little a little bit of a little little bit of three, and

they were in the rest and camellying-as, and came to my friend the room and me said that Paola

had to be with me, and she with the chico. No, a matter of and also I wanted to

and I'm molest it. The problem was that I was really can't be able to but they were just

they'd be talking to talk, interrupying my music, my intent to do you know, and when

I finally I came to integrate me to the platic, now all they all of

all right, which me molested a little the fact. The dream I had

summed for complete, so so I just I I kept looking at the tach and thinking

in whatever thing. Then something something something in a parpadeo

literally in a parpadeo of soon appeared something about me

was a woman inclined being fiended fiends his

appearance was very intimidating her sientes pucodos and

his labios had a a species of a substance a negra like a chapobote that manchable

some of his dents had a movement with the labos like if if you were trying

a lot of emitting a sound a emaselusnating imagine

you know a woman extremely very sustaining the and she a vestion

black and her and her head to be not just I'm not

could be was a pure obscurity in them. The clarity of the farola of the street that illuminated

from the skin of where we'd be able to see some details. But the most aterrador not her aspect. Yes, out of a

pesadier. The most aterrador were in his hands. What they had in them, some tigeras

enormous, antigues, of those that are completely of metal and very large. And they the sostenia

just over my abdomen. Their movements were strange, like if were trabada or glitia. I'm

I'm in how it I'm sorry I'm overroarized the fear I was paralyzed no one one single

because I felt that in any one I'd would be that's shegeras who is

she? How is she went without that she'll be the scandalous

the door the the same how it's possible that

simply that simply that's it real or was I was I was trying. Then I thought

thought that maybe was able escaped of the carcels, of a psychiatric or something but immediately I

remember that the hospital most that was very much because it was like like a

like a but that you knew there no there was there there was

too forced to a kind of a movie of a

I remember my soyoos and the labrimes corriending by my rostro and me I'm going to matter so I'm

so I'm so I'm moving the and I'm trying to call her my friend to get her

her she just she just turned to me the back I could feel like

that thing was that was burlable to me while I'm trying

I'm just when I'm just when I was I was looking, no could be more inconceivable. I began to hear, rechinar of metal, to the feet of my camera.

Lentamently, I bached the eyes, I began the mirada. And just front of me, there was something that was a little, for his time. I'd have a four, or five years. And I was mounted in a tricycle very big, taking turns in circles. Oh, jolns me would have dismayed

to not continue being that. And me'd a little of a verygiveness to admit it, but I orinaed on the like if a miracle it was

it was never I'm moved to move me the first

what I'm and then to be and Ibrac gritty I rompian and yantto and this

obviously for fin it's and at the back to ask me to ask

to ask to immediately and he he's to start what is

that's that's what is that what is It was repeated one and other again, regurgating desperately in the wall.

I was there and I said that not saw that she also could see her she might be her whole. She said to the

thing that was behind me. Now I was at the feet of the camera of my my friend,

where was the chisel to all we started to all. We're going to get to the four

looking to the same point to the In the room, in the Griton, me said that Prenner the

light. All we'd a sombre black that was observed. I remember that the light

was a second on the ender after the interrupor. And I had a much more

to do it to do that summer. He said the child that was the child but he

was even more aterisated than us not they had been a stucingas and even didn't even

know where was the interrupter. He gritted that was a coward, I'm

I'm up to bring the light. The scurro community, that those were the

two seconds more long as the time, when the light finally

was the sun was the dark with the little we're

we're we're we're we're confused and we didn't

what we we got the Paola me pina me peter

and even they were exhausts for the feast, they were much in to be there

I'm in other side I'm the way with the milyardas they they were

the sombra what I made to know that I was sure that I'm not

not you know the not the tigera much much

men the little they simply have seen a

sombra but it was the I remember that that I went to to sleep to

sleep to get to my mother because my house I'm aterrable

I'm put out of that in some I'm moving things that

they're and they're the doors but what what

was too was more of what I could tolerate a

little time after I came to and even

after past the years I think I asked

I heard many I've about the relato of brujas and the form that they describe is a pretty much to what I've seen. Since then I'm I'm so what I saw,

then, could have been a bruise, but what I'd have been a but what I'd have a sudden to be? What I'd say? What I'd do, because I'd desperat, to the other? And if that was not a

brawra, what the devil's said then? because at least the sombra, the sombra, I see that not a pesadilla, that not was part of my imagination, because all, even the child

that had no information of the house, we all of us, that could have been then, a brawra, or an soul very,

very perturbada. A-beces, what we can't explain, us oblig to look to look to the non-connocid. The bruchas,

the chisos, and those presences Antigues not recalls that there are secretes

in the earth under our feet or in the darkness in the night. But not

all the responses are there some of us some mysteries, some

some the way we see on our back our back, come

from from from the sky. A basis bring lights that

there are there. What see not are not are the

stories of antiques rituals. Some stories of something more, something we always we always in the books, and in the legends, but that,

but that, still observing us from the stars. Hello, community, my name is Barbara and I'm of Ecuador. A few months

I started to hear some many to distract me to the problems cotidianas. For that I'm

am I tell this story, the which I need to clarify, not exactly me,

it's of my Papa. Me he has told many times and always me still amsombering. And to him, well, to him, he will still inquieting as the first time that he lived.

Pese, the time, even busks to what he succeeded. Proceded to share to the history that he redacted with my help.

So, at the part of now, I'm in the words of my Papa. It were the 90 in Quito,

Ecuador. In that epoch, it was very common that would be fiestas for all the city, and for it would have been to make a lot of the night, something that you can't do.

Due to the solace and insecurity that lives the country in the actuality, lamentablement. For that reason, I always me had passed over the days of the friends of my friends in festivals, in reunions, even entered at the madrogada.

In one of those occasions me set to a party, because I had planned to go to see some friends in another, not very long from where I was at least to 30 minutes of distance. The city not was so it was

able to get easily to anywhere just with a brief caminata. Also, the barrio of my friends was the area where I grew to go to

to go to my other city, but every time that I was, I'd have to them to get us, and to my amado,

I'm mad, Quito. For that that cameina that had done for years in

infinity of the nothing for me. Everything was relatively well, excepting that I

I felt a little of mareau, because of liquor that I had I'd have been in great quantity, for the while I was with my five sentities atentous, very conscientious of the

place in the place in the time, at the time to cross the way, to continue with my way, a car

me aropelow. All of all the car only ferned to see, and it was he fulgoed so much

that was too much At the few minutes, when I got support the DOLOR, I tried to move me, but at the instant I'd feel DOLO, the blood, the Vindreos, the sandry, Vee my pantalone rascado and,

over a great erie in the part inferior of the pierna. Sentil the frio in my feet, yeah that also I was still for the impact my sopats had been started to do

all the entire as I feel my respiration The next thing that I remember is to be some of the long as very bright very brights

I'm sure I'm just rogaping that no me atropegian and that for the contrary someone

could have been there to help help me but the lights only so intensificing

and the more was going I was more and more more more devil

to smelarm or that I imagine I I'm what the last

that I remember is to be over a camilla, fria, high and plateada, but

that memory I record in a manner diffused, almost like a dream. The sensation of my body, even recording it, today,

after the decades, me still still giving scalofriose. Desperted with the light

and my eyes, amnicing in a place totally different to the place that

was destined to go, I'm in a kebrada. It was about my old

barrio, but it is illogic to be There was there. It was very alighed the

carreter principal, a almost a kilometer to have been in that you're

a new urbanization very modern but in those days was a qubrada of vegetation

where almost nobody passed because it was a where they

were to hear things things strange and see light

in the sky ovnis and is there where amens at

Instant, I tried to record what had happened. Of a sudden I recorded the accident, the auto that's in the body, my rope, my

feet is calus and the horrible erie de my the pain, the pain and those extra-luxes that was the

last that I read about. I revised my robes, my zapats, my arida, but I was intact,

that I was that the whole that the accident. The only extrano that I found is that my

my bota right to be a holl. In that place, in that instant, me I felt strange, as a testigo of something that I never recordary.

I went to the house of my friend where me wasped about. No, there was a domino, and I was sure that had been gone to the church. I recoged my malet

and I left, and without I regress to the city where I had in this time. I set days strange. I sent me a

sensation extrana of nostalgia, dolor, and anxiety, and the nights, had suddures and pasadillas. But with the days I recupered for

complete. I was still even more than before than what was so. Tantto that I did I

did with my life. After a time, even I went to this time to live, and

visit my old friend, and his mom, and that house where I had

kept a last time. We were we're alistand us to pass a end of

a time to pass a few times, and in That's her mom, who was a woman who had much esteem, and I, to her, us adverted that we'd have gone to be confide, that the streets in the

madrugada, no were to confier, menace in those carretas, where the cars were given to the velocity that they'd have the gana those hours. And in that recalled something, something that a becina he told. He said that one once, while she had arrived at her house, saw how atropellied a young, Apressurated They were

To try to To help him But, All yet No, No, no They were The only

That was the It was a Ahrco And a shawl Ahoal Ahoal That was That was a

That is the History Community Thank you Much Thanks for For present

attention To the Relato My My I I I'm

very A A salute to all the marvellous equipment to your program, to the community. And permit me also a salute to my father, the protagonist of this story,

to Mario Arms. Before to continue, we want to take us a moment to thank you for our time this night. We know that, we're always

you're on the other side, and that's we're very, very close to you, of our community. Your ears and your imagination

are what you maintains vivas these stories. But, even not you goy. We've guarded, maybe, the most inquietant to the final. This ultimate story is of those that that accompany are, even when it has terminated. A story that probably when

intends to close the night, will be there, ronding in your mind. So if you tryves, keepate. But we'll advertise. After to hear it,

maybe not you can't dorm. SIGERN, official, and we're our RDLN official, for there we're and for now you, we're going to to enter in the

ultimate history of this night. My name is Sujai, and what I'll tell you ago, I've got to some years, in 2018.

In that then my children, Anselmito, and Julian, just had six and three years. They were

very little the peso to be sure the amount, because my My husband, Anselmo, I was a guardia of security, and almost always

had to pass the nights out. The place where we'd not the best, but was the only that we could be to pay in that

moment. The colony was solitary, with the streets of the earth and almost an alumraudable. In-court

the night, the people were the silence that was sent me had to be still more alone.

I remember that night in particular, the children were to do you I kept in the room watching the television,

but I could concentrate me on what was going to the screen. Something me inquietable. Something that

not could I could explain. It was a sensation extrana like, like if the the area of

the house was more than the normal. I went to the door. I don't know why,

but something something I'm pussoomarker to somarm to the case. I don't know to be

nothing at but something, but something made to get me to get there,

and then I was a woman was a black, cammending long as the

way, and it was visible because the lamps of the light, but

just when it was under one of the light more than the light was a

figure, I had a robos a dark he could the

rest of I was just her boca. I was I'm quite helled I'm

not how explain to but there something that was in the thing you

was in the she was not to have been prisa cammine very very

and so if you knew exactly where he was and what

most me was that was to go to to

my house I see more and more after to

get to my door no He took, no He took her. He said, and he looked at least

to be able to and entered as the reja no existier. Sentient a scalo-frill, but no me moved.

I was a door of the door of the reja, and how that that woman was in my house.

I asked that's too, that's the she was, the sir, no me just moved

the quixation like those the years to the little to the same, and they're stor rarro at

moving the boca. No he saw the no I'm not more than

more than that's movement and then a voice ronka and devil he

asked he was the he was he was he was he was a

moment the woman did a place to the house like as

like if I'm like I'm I'm I'm something

he's I'm he's that I'm that I'm there was where I'm

I saw the valor, but I grite. The lady was the detuva, and, and, without more, he gave the world and came to the street. But not she went. She kept a parted there, under the light of the lampra,

like if I was waiting something. I don't know what was going to see Elmo, I told what had happened, that was a woman orrenda, that was a woman out of the way

that was never, and he only said that no me preoccupate, that probably was only a woman of the people that had disoriented, or that was bad of the head, but at a bit not that he preoccupied what he was talking. He was about to get to double-turn that night, but when I said that that sir had asked for him,

decided to ask her permission and regressar to the house. No I was risked to that something to pass to the children or to me. When he went to the signora, yeah no was about. Anselmo saw her look at her for the but no I found nothing.

The night was strangely tranquilly, as if nothing rare would have occurred.

Even so, we're we're still in a sensation very strange.

After a hour, more or and then got some

people, they asked for Anselmo. We us ususts because

we didn't we're going and then they did the

not the there had had been a balacer

in the where he worked where he He was various of his companions

were in the same and the worst of all of all of all of his

Alos no, he was he could be back he had been there

had been there had been in all in the little a long

rato without to say after after the police took

not of the police don't during the days the

next himself he he was hito. No physically, but if, in the animic, I could have to think in what had passed, and his companions started to suspect. And

is that he had been gone just before that was all right after that was just a minute before. Although nobody said nothing directly, it was evident that some people thought that there was something that had been a little

in his saline upresurated. No, he proved nothing. No, they did any accusation, but the The environment in his work, changed. The eyes not were the same. And we decided that the more was to leave the city and start again in another place.

A few years, I think in that night, in the Signora of Nego. I don't know who was. I don't know if it was a phantasm, if it was a spirit, if it was a murder. But I'm sure that it was an advertency, a signal of that something would happen. Anselmo now is to dedicate to the security

private and, although our life has changed, always, I always, I'd like that figure for having to be appeared in the house, for making to talk to Encelma, and that he regressa. And is that, even

I never knew who was who was, I'm convinced that her apparition no salvaged a life of a destiny terrible.