Relatos de la Noche - Dónde nacen los fantasmas (y otras historias de horror)

Episode Date: September 30, 2024

¿Alguna vez se pusieron a pensar que los fantasmas que conocemos nacieron como un rumor?Quizás comienzan como simples rumores, bromas, palabras al aire que, de alguna forma, se nutren del miedo y la energía de la gente. Al menos, eso es lo que sugiera la historia que da título a este capítulo. ¿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. It's an honor to be with with you to have your dispositions in your auriculars and so get to your pensions more profound. As always,

we thank you we're very we're the most profound of our heart of our hearters of these stories that maybe they'll

get them to this day. This night we've prepared relats that have been envied for you

experiences that are fias that's that's the experiences that maybe, just that

this night, the sombers you make a dudar. And if you're the contrary to those they're, we're we're

that at time, could be to close the eyes without two times

to the obscurity. My name is Uriel Reyes and this is relato of the

night. Community, some other some of think they were to think, nasium were maybe

like a rumor. I know I'm discaveled and I'm don't say that this be a fact,

but a a few I can't think that the stories of the phantasas that

know not in the in the but in us they're in us. Cominces

from simple rumors, bromas, words to air that in some form, they're in the energy

of the people. No, I'll say that this is a fact but

after what I've I don't I can't I can't discartar it. No

I'll say in what city occurred this. But who who've lived and

studied there are they will be known of immediate. And

they'll confirm it. All this passed about approximately 17 years, and I

will be to record until the last day of my life. What I

am about to tell, it's only a story to just

about, it's something that much has lived, and something

that started, and it was being being much more

real than than we never We just think about it. I don't remember exactly when it was, but all of those reunions

familiarers of the end of year. When the adults, they're talking of the past, while the children goremes for there, or simply we're just as asmas invisible. We're all

all sitting in the patio of my abelos, around of a fogata improvised of rams and madder of movels the adults. The adults had anecdotes

of when they were young. If I am I am sure, I'm not I'm presteering much attention until that my Tio Diego mentioned something that never had heard before. The Housker

He said, He said, backing to see my Tio Javier, he referred to a story that he had invented to be a person when they were kids. My Tio Digo

always was a brumista, and in that time, when was a little, when he was a kid, no per die opportunity to to beauteau-javir, who always was more reserved and sensible.

The man of the maskara, was, was a man that lived in the somras of his house, a figure with a rope and rota and rota

and a mask of buso-dcasted. At the first my Tio Javier was reeled of that story, but with the time,

his suggestion, cobroughed and both were to hear to hear passos for the nights, out of their

room, although really never never saw that. That night of the reunion,

all of the way of the way that was the story, me inquietable. Sure, it would be

your gestion, but with the past of the days, the record of that that figure

came to go to my time. It was but never completely. Ayes

after, when I was in second of prepa and my brother, Manuel in third, he left to him a task in a case in which he had to draw something related to the mar.

We've seen recently various films of terror, so he was a little suggestionate, but nothing out of what normal, until I saw what I was doing. It was a buso, but not any buso. One with a casco

very old. one that was a lot of what the Tio Diego had described in that Cena and that my brother

was a good good was a good so that the record of that year that was that you

said that is your question I'm just I thought but that same night

I felt how the temperature in the house started how the environment

was being being more more pesed the At the principle, it was the climate, yeah that we were in October, but not

it was only frio. It was a type of frio that calabed the wessos, that made that the house was different, almost as if not our house, like if it were

a totally different. The nights were noticic were incommodas. Manuel and I began to hear to hear of strange,

like, passos lentos that resonable out of our quarters, but never we'd never we never sawed them.

Only ever were the sounds. That sensation of that something or someone was there was there to be a peter's the fear that we we always senti'n't

to attribute it to our suggestion to finginging that no was ever to admit that even when the prepa, we'd

we'd get with the fear to a story that my tia had invented to torment to his or man when they were

to turn to My friends came to do a job in a team to my house. It was a yearnice, and, I'd have classes the day next, we decided to do a

pyjamada. We'd pass us very very well that day. We got us to be a little bit of the time,

and that night, as much pyjamadas, it was a play to the thing of the paranormal. I've

that they were in my house and I'm sayinglals, sayingles that there there's

there was a sombra enormous for the nights, that it was in the rinkoes

more dark in the house. For suppose that no me creillers, but I

saw a certain nervousism in them. Then we we're talking of the school and many other

things until we're about the four of the nightgated, that we we're

we're we're a surprise, that's a little that came that's just to my

brother, that he had been up a man, and I wanted to have to be able to us, and I'm

about we're not a passos, passes, many pesas out out of the the way,

but then they were to listen to hear, more rapid, as they were the door of

my court, something that's a little that's to reka to be

a man to the scandal, but no there nobody in the pass the room. The door of the

room of my brother of my brother was a second, and the light of the bathroom was apagated.

I'm a little. Then I could be to hear that I'll hear that I'm but I

could not see if were up or going to. The fear me paralyzed

for a moment. I don't want to I'm much fear. Temia

to be under the obscurity, a mask of buso. It was a re-confuerced to my door and he put it secure. That night we had to do not to dream with the light

encendied. And, a part of that day, a rumor commenced to extenders for my prepa like a fire discontrolable. All the way, my friends had been told to all the class what

had passed in my house, and in his suggestion also had been heard the passos when they were the cell. The curious is that they started

to describe this being a man very high, with a old, that had a maska of buso.

But the question community is that I could I never never said I was

when I was I was the story to get to them after this were the

thing to my house was like that was that prepa, like if it was more fervent there, as if were to our fear.

The prepa where we studied about two turns, and the apparitions were more common as among as the students of the turn of expertine. They were about about the ruses in the salons'nows, in the banos, and of somers that

passed from an a-a-other when yeah almost no one could have nobody in the school. Incluso, I remember to have heard of two professors to be the loco with a maskara, that had been misleding in the stationingement,

a night in that just as they were in their house. They said that I was to be observing, and they were in the security of the students, even of the professors. But I knew that that was a loco. In the fund, I knew who was. Who was the manned of the mask.

The rumors sparse were so that, even the residents of the colony, agenos to the school, They got to talk of that being Some even jured to have seen when they passed for that case. The parents of family

started to preoccupation. Pronto, all the adultos in the colony believed that there were a man dangerous with a mask a year haunted

the school. Some of even even said that they had seen in the park near there or out of their houses

for the night caminand by the street parado outside of his banquettes The parents They said

They're the direction Solicited Rondin's to the policeia to care to Cuitarynton I'm I'm sentia

trapped in a mess with a Meshperation knowing that what we were a simple Loco with a mask

but how do you do you know to explain to us how say you're we need

a policeia but a a sardote to be to be a someone to be A few days the police had to do a various vagus

that were all overed the colony, and for a time the rumors were calmer. Even I got to believe that really was a vago, a a loco, and not a phantasm, and that had had been left to get it by the Mido Collective. But in the fund also, I knew that we had seen the ultimate of him. In some form, it was about, I was going to pass

front of the preparatory. It was of night and only was the past. I don't record about the story of the man of the maskar in that moment. I was occupied

in my own the work, the cost of the common, but of a repent I was, it was the first time that

I was my own with my own my own after many years to hear his

number susurrado between my companyors, in the the school,

even to hear even to hear of my own explain to explain it, but I knew of immediate that he. He was inmate. He was in the stationment.

Immobile, like a sombre waiting in the obscurity. A peasant that it was a time, the poca-lust that was illuminated to distinguish her rupa via,

her rupah and that maskara, that maldita maskara of buso. It was identical as as I had imagined

many times in my I don't know how time, I was I saw how much time, I felt that my heart was done, no super, if I'd

do what do, all my body was to goreter, that would be paralyzed, incapable to move me.

The frio that night, was like the we had we had been experimented in my house

years after, but this was different, it was more profound, like if the

frio, vinier from me. A frio that was a certain uncabrantable.

The man of the maska not only a whole a question. I was

there. It was completely real. I don't I remember how I came to

that night. The only that was that was the only I could my

my feet only took on the world and my mind was

was noblow with the thought to be to When I'd get at home, me in my

room with the lights encendidded, temblading, without could explain to nobody what had passed. I'd know that nobody would

would be that would sound like a lucura. How could explain that a story that had been

a rumor in a scene familiar, had cobrated and now I was there was there,

and I'm then I asked, it's possible that the phantasmas or at Menos,

some, not not can in the places that are in the minds of the people,

it's not that we're not that we're our creencers, our fears, our fears, and our histories,

we're we're doing life. Maybe the those phantasas not than the manifestations of the

temores collective that are and they are our doubts, of our

the usurros in the obscurity. No I can't to think in that. Maybe, after all,

the man of the maskar not only only live in the school or in the

colony. Maybe always has lived to us we're waiting

the moment that to show and maybe that someone

he he he he he he he's fortel

a more more thanks for to this point

of the night have you enjoyed this episode to this episode to now. We'd

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we're we're a little in the description for you can to get this book of Quentos if you don't

you have to be able to continue ahead. Even there are stories for to hear. This night, me called Cordelia. Nacin Michoacan

in a town full of legends, traditions, and stories. Since that I've memory, I can see things that the majority

can't, as my mom and my sisters. I like the magic, the paranormal, and I learn to talk about

about the things less common. I'm a good to to say you're talking I've seen your program since years I've got to

hear of my ex that I'm a new year that's a tradition that's kept with me and still I'm still doing.

With many relatoes I was surprised and even identified. I've got many stories

to tell things that I've passed to the long of the years that I've

seen or heard. Since however, the story for that I decided

to write is for one of the The last capitals that I've heard, a relato about duendes. The description of the chickas over the dweens or what were that he got her in the car, that she was uped to car. Me made her own way that I felt a veredaredero fear of opening the eyes.

All of when we came into a house very great, that had beencied to the papa of an ex-amistat. I don't know why they were vendied and how much time was told me. But at that time, the house was very different to how it is now. You, the area that before had sestepet, now was pure cement, without of red. My abitation in particular had a closet enormous, where could have had been various persons of feet.

Also had ventanas grand with cortinas blanks that never had the room completely obscure. For those ventanas, any person could enter and come out without problem. It sounded pretentious, like if it was a mansion, but nothing of that.

Only was a house well not a little bit of not lucos I mention those details

because are important for that's important to understand what I'm about to know.

From the first night started to hear to hear the movian and

they were new for none of us my mother my mother

two of my two of my subrina and you we have

we've we had But, with the time, the things were imporando. We started to hear yandos, voices, quechidos. At the beginning, I thought that only I was heard or that it had soigned. After that one day, during the day-one, my mom said that he had

had a sonned or, seen, not was sure of which of the two, to a man very small, maybe some 60 centimeters that was he was a parted the other his camera he said

when he he signaled the front and he susurro you go my mom said that in this moment

he started a lot feeling a feeling a lot of the left the body and the car

particularly inched something something that he passed after he took an embole

years after that day no had no night in that not was a

my brother was disperated with rascuos. One of my subrines grittable in the matrugada and in the

nights they were in a small terrace in a little terrace that and the night of the house that I'm

a little bit of my room. The room, remember in the closet enormous that mentioned because that closet

always had to be sure for some reason I'd have a minute to have been especially

the night callem obsessive compusive but really not could doorme if one of

the doors kept abirta me and I was never and that's

never that madrogated for some I'm the eyes I'm

I with all the clarity of the world that the curtains

of the ventanas enormous and the first the first I had made one of the windows

something that did you know when it was much hot and that someone had meted my

first instinct was to turn to the closet and there there

had someone of him a type with a sombrero tehano

and the arms to the side of the body I sent I

that my my soul, I'm the plan to the renal. I'm sorry to just to think about. As soon as

I was to turn to the light, that's disappeared. I waske into the closet, moirted of

fear, but obviously no, there was nothing. Cere the doors and I could do not do,

all the night, I was put a light turned to, the day The next day I told me my mom and me

said that maybe it was been a pecedia because there were a few times that I heard of quechewed in the madrugada and I was to start me. The time stills passing and we started to receive comments to the residents, molest because,

according they, a senior, she awesomable for the limit of the barred in the nights. That was impossible. My mom made a penas one-finted

and they described as a lady but that easily passable to the barred. Also, of the

other, some the little some of the other even in the even in

any of the person or that was a little, my subrina more

that had approximately three years, I said that I said that

was the same that's my mother too and even, and even

he he was to get to to was a little four or five years, of a cabellaceo and black. My mom said that she was a very blank and that

always was a small in the vano de-a-dhawned in the ban on the back. I don't know that's true to see the next, but in some moment we told them that that house had been used to be used to to scounder a person sequestrathed. A house of security.

Supposedly, various of those transactions they allied wrong. And they said, the rest of those people were there. Repetive, I don't know that so certain certain point, we're going to comevibing with these things, with these energies. Medio, we'd be able to be, but

always we're irritables. My mom and my sister's all the passable. They'd say in things spantuosas for motives insignificant. For the same, I I'd tried to be out of the house all the day. No, me was to hear the peleas and the grits. The Jules,

I used to go to two brothers with with whom had a much unied. Cascarer we'd almost at the bar. Tomabes a pair of

services, we'd buy them, and we'd get them to my house, yeah that Anna even had been with his papas

and not they'd get more than to the nine or the night. Rara a bit they'd do permission to get

after the 12. And that Juebis not was the exception. We're and for those

of the days I was in the night and I did my routine nocturned and

for the night I was always I was my cell connected to the

cargator and the side of it. Not was a more than

I was I'm that I started that was a paranoia and that

That night I remember that I took a tea of flowers of azar to to be able to drink, and with the pair of services that I had taken, I kept dormita a little bit more quickly. While I was, I dreamed that a pietre enormous, and I costed to breathe to restirer. For my surprise, not only a

suenews, that was a little bit of the difficulty to respirate were real. It was there when I opened the eyes and I I saw it. They had sated over my pecho, something to what described

my mother. It was a man. It was a little bit of ruggas, millions of the edges,

something very unusual that never had seen before. Her nose was great, large, pointyagoda,

and he'd a sombrero like the that used as the brucas. I

know that was a caricature, but not it was, this

had a expression malignant and could feel her energy oscura. Me mirabah with a muck of ano. In-counter, I tried to impuged with my arms, but the cable of the cellularsed on my

head and I was kind of congelated. No, I could move me and gritty, and restirers and see every more difficult. Cere the eyes with force.

The fear that was still was indescriptible. My heart latia but at the same time in form a long and paused that I could feel every

latino in my garganta. When I began to feel that I was my brasos got to strasers.

The cellular was flying onto the page and when I opened the eyes. That was

that was not was that it was not the same that the woman with the sombrero

that had seen before. So, but what did not disappeared for days

was the sensation that never was only in that A

Sometimes, olie to Humedat Others times it's a potho

and a little perfume of flowers but I could feel me

in peace I I'm excited and all the nights until the

day of today to just remember that car these

arugas and that expression that malignant and me cause

scalof frios I never to ever something similar. No, I know what was, and that was that I was able to get me to

find out of veriguarer. When we talked about the theme with persons of confidence, we received various comments. Some of us said that could be a dweened, others that was a demonio, taking other form, trying to acercercered to our almas. Never kissed to investigate more. My mom

saw rusear, Igo-bendita, for all the but not was sufficient for that the things bettered. Pocopo time after I moved to the city and my family also abandoned the house.

They've been passed years since the last time that visited my people and no see if the house

still or if someone abit or at least if someone I'm even if

some day they're this I'm I'm where I don't I feel incomprehendid or rara. Thank you, and thanks to all the community

if this message gets to them, thanks for leering and good fibrous to all. And have much careful today, over all if you want to see

the silhouette or the sombra of an woman little in his house.