Relatos de la Noche - El acecho de las Brujas (historias de terror)

Episode Date: November 22, 2024

Aunque sé que las brujas es un tema polémico y siempre divide, ya saben que a mí me encantan las historias de brujas y episodios como este en que lo vamos a abordar desde dos perspectivas muy distintas. Una historia corta, clásica, que casi parece una fábula, y una más extensa… con toques macabros que la pueden volver incluso más perturbadora. 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 good nights, community. Although I see that this theme is polemic and always divide

in some form, you know, I mean I'm love the stories of and episodes

like this in that we're to be to boarder from two perspectives

very different. A story short, classical, that almost

seems a fable and a more extensa with the

can even more perturbator I'm I'm sure to the people who are confided to have

you know you know you know I'm you know that you're you're you're

this episode maybe as a mere entertainment yeah you talker to take it

in serious maybe more more than you think you not it's not it's

not it's a certain he's he's the certain being

being partgonistic of Relatos of the night. I want to my husband

about my spouse about his family. He is the city of Reimosa Tamolipas where

he was and he grew up with his parents, abuelos and he all

all the all my son was even a very little. He was he was

his abel of my father of my husband was a man who was a person

to the he was he was he was he was he and in the latinas, and playing,

Tomando and upostating after after all the madrugated. As it was a time, I

always had a arm with him. Also, it was common to stories of and all

had some trick to confront her if it was a necessary. In one of those

nights, says my Suego, his abel- his back back a car

after a particularmente long. Although I've went to avert, and at the sky,

we saw a lechusa grand over-voland-o. No he seemed nothing strange at

the first. She never had had been those animals, and even

they were good to be their but something was that it

was a different with this abe. Not he

was different and I was that was then

when he was a moment the sound was

a sound inconfundible. He was a direction of the lechusa, that now was to move

in circles over him. The man he felt a scalofry and, record and, he had

been seen his parents, decided to act to he, he was, he was he washington,

he set up, the two verthes of the world. Then, he set his his ownos, rezando,

as he was he had been seen for a case like that, he, what

occurred then it was it was to the lechus

the lechus fell to the but when it was it was something

what was a woman was a surprise he

he put he put to but the man

being in the he he he he he

he said he he he he was he

he could help he "'Mintras I "'since I'll be "'you'll be able to get a "'but remember,

"'you'll be like an animal. "'Me will be to "'a back to-a-one, "'and you don't want to have "'mere no, you know, "'their-a-wisept to go to "'of-a-wereldombollah "'on't that moment

"'so sort of "'in' a manner "'increably notory. "'Granab in every "'upuester that "'and never allowed to "'to never had to have "'Prolemichos.

"'Toh, "'all what Obtened the Mesa's the game, I would

and he had to and he was in the place, and he said he

was a sure, but with the time, they were to know to know

things that my son-sue said, my son-o that he

had a foggated and was, and he was to talk to get to

people that somebody more could see that he was

that he was that he was that for her, but for her no more

there. He always he was only. When he I'd dinner for all

she for not to get more more food than she was

and it was when all that all that while

my mother was in the house he he and

after a but he did importance in the rancho

that that was that that Maybe he had casted some animal. Pocose

went to a connejo in the man who he said, "'Merea, "'it's "'a, "'it's for that

"'as to be "'theircuh, "'and, "'and, "'theircould "'the "'Curna' "'the kind of

"'diffice to "'heroncar' "'But that night, "'that night, "'al thing, "'Algo's romp' "'A part of "'So after that

"'theirte of that "'theiruele desaparce-a With the time the family came to the conclusion that that the cuneo not was a simple animal but the bruja that had helped

during years a bruja that he had been made without even to get a quite because the family

no did not talk much of the but the sensation that there are pactos that don't

runn't never never kept floating in the air the the suerte

of the Abuel. Never's Recovered. We're going to a story a

more more more that you're to think but

before to start let me to let's let's let's

the description of this episode if is that you

want a night a book of horror that

can be the good for a member of

the community or for you want you want

a little Triste, melancholic, full of stories of phantasmas, that I'll I'll tell you, in a rathleto, that you'll have to be with ganas to continue, to continue

reading. And now we're going to, continue with more relato this night. Before that you're going to tell you to tell us something, no are not those are lots common. What they're

at point to hear, are fragments of my life. Moments that still merissa in the pale to record them. These

experiences are not quite for entertainer, but encuents reales

with the inexplicable, with something that haseched the sombras and no

has been a time, I've a little, I've a

kind of a kind of a maligno is a certain this

ability not I did, but Ired and the

long of the years has been a a maldiction, like an advertency. I'm going to

tell you about the cases that I'm in fronted to something call bruchas. Not those bruchas of cuntos, but something more

more obscure, more antaradour. One, in the house of my infancy, it was to get to rabbit

the life of a person innocent that even not was born, the other, in a place

awayed between mountains, appeared with a purpose similar, persiding what I not knew. Those stories not are easy to share.

Revivirlers has tried the fear, the record, and that punsad in my costilla, that always me will

when something when something, but I know that is important that others know, that others

are alertas, because the mal exists, and at is more more than what we think we're now if

they're they're I'm listen but do you but you do you

do your there are things that you know you know since that I've done this of what you

have been this don even I think that is completely a maldiction is a

ability that is a My father, my father is a signal. In him is a punsad in the nuka, like a scalofrillo-frill that he's a vis a when something mal is a close. In me is an ardor on the costilla right, like if something me advertia that he'd be to be it.

But, I don't understand. I know that he had that night in the house of my abuela, and is that this house was an enormous, with a patio full of arbores that, day in our refuge. But, the night,

that was the place changed. The night, the arboles project were somebras strange.

The night, the wind sonable as if something was that was the rams,

the passio that connected the not had the door, it was

just was directly to the patio, and one that he was the

the passillo that's I assumed in a total obscurity and to cross it was to cross her

there was to that night I thought she was she was embarrassed and my mother

thought that she would but my aunt insisted in that no there was

no my my little my little he always he also

he took in a colchonette in the soil while I did the

time to the my I'd go to go to the bathroom, but I had to go to cross the passillo only. Tried to ignore it. Of that were only, but your supplicas almost

are my tipped, and even I also had a fear I accepted to accompany to. Salimus, we're with a quiet, serrading the door in us over to us, for that the air

free not will enter to the court. Caminamined us in silence. The only light was the moon, filterings apennas between the ramsas.

My primmo entered the bathroom, and I was waiting outside, mirrored over, and it was then when I was then when I was, there was a figure

in the mural that separated our house of the terrano the was high, much more more than

a person normal could be a minute, because the wall made at least two

meters. The figure was like a woman, but not of the humana. It was

a delgated, and a galette with a a cabo negro and large that he covered the rostro. His brasons were longs

and his deados were long-isemus like garras that arrains the murro. Although not I could

see his eyes, I was I was I was my pecho and my pecho and the

ardor in my costilla right was so intense that that I made my

my prm my prim went to the Avao and, at herrla, she was congelo. Tomo my man trembling and he began to

cry. While tartamode he, he started to restar the father I don't know I

saw the eyes, but I said that all the sounded our around ourriadure would

have disappeared. No, there were grisos, nor rams grugientes, nothing,

only silence. and the certainty that that that presence we're

not a minute when I opened the eyes noted something that's

his eyes great and bright and brights and they were they were

eyes not eyes there in them too dark like if they

were as they're still still they they were

like they and then so he moved His head

Giro And I That's And I That's I'm a Like a Depredator

Eligient of His Prisa My Prima Aprata my man With that I thought I was

And I I'm I'm I'm I'm Something It's a Ack

Averse Invisible Intentara lamped the cell. My Tio had arrived. We came to him and said a

word. We were confused, but when we told us what we had seen, his expression

changed. We looked with much seried and he asked. The did you? My

Prim- broke to to do that and I only could feel. Then my

my Tio, with a tone that I'll never, we told what was going to

what Since then, that thing appeared in the moor or in the patio. That some nights my

tia had been uncibly that were in their vintra. We confessed that that

that was the creature that was the baby, to be the baby that my t was per

for that was looking a perro for that he was a day's after

a lady a perita a perita little but valiant. Since the first night, Daisy

was planted to front of the court of my Tia and not moved. It was to know that there was something to protect. One night, a little before

that my prima nacer, I kept to do not turn to get to the night. In the madrugated me

was made up the tacks with violence, like if a tormented was at a point to desatars

but the air was strange. Immobile. Daisy commenced to lader with fury, and at the instant I heard how someone tried to open the door of my my Tia. Saulted to the camera and braced my Tia, that just

had just readdata. The perilla was justernered, as if someone at the other side was justperated for enter. Daisy ladrava, and his laddrito was transformed in a grunido back and amenasante. It was then when I heard passos, but not in the

the floor, but up in the the the roof, and the

lot of but and they're like they're over the tejas. And at these

altars, my costilla do you my my costilla me

was the noise so the when my old

the door to get to the door a little

didn't get to let's he was just looking

to the door immobile as if I could even I also could

I'm that I'm that that that thing not has been all

when my mother was my figure disappeared for completely

never never we never we never we see the

but I never I never I those eyes that I

never that I was a thing that I

didn't I And I was that my ability not a don quater, that was an advertency, a port to what the others not could be, and that I would have, I also had seen. No, it was the last time that I had a encounter with those beings, maligno, with bruchess. After years after, when I entered to the university, I moved to the extraanjero to study in Spain. There I knew who, at the posture,

would be my husband, and in September of the year past, we castes us. As I had seen my family in two years since I went, we decided to pass some weeks. My relation with the family of my mother was distant, especially after the divorce of my parents, and because they not even though to my matrimon

they said that I had casted a much young, for so we decided to get

with the family of my father that I live in a little little and

the little the family received with the arms abirtos

the first days we we and we and after

some days a friend and he was invited to

get our finca that was more awayed of the

people. Tant to my spouse as me was a very good idea, yeah,

there were there's there, and the distance between the finca and the

people. But, while I knew I'm really the isolated that was the way,

no, had illumination, and even the thing that had electricity the

the ambient was really really really really was really much more

intense than in the people. And the The wind had that the arbores to move

in a form inquietante as a invisible those empugated. A

past of that the first day was a great-as- we're we're we're

about all kind of of things but that night after to be to be

they're to come to tell stories and the other they're

to be a person and another of the stories called

my attention of immediate. It was the legend of a woman that ronded the serros and the mountains. They said that this woman had satcha-nius and babies to devourars, that camein'cathes, with extremities very delgated and deformes, that he permitted to move with a rapidness

spantosa, as if it were a rauna. His andar was inconfundible, a sound a little bit of a cigaras rasgar in the earth humida. The name-the-brugia of the Cerro. While I heard, a scalo-frillo-recurried my body. That story me recorded immediately

to my own own country when a girl. And that night, for sure, we're quite long as, but the second, the second night, it was in the infirm. It was just a year being when me disperto

a way out of a little a little a rostrand the

sound was a strange irregular like so something something

that was a not was a person any any

animal that I know I the simple actually

to I put the never to put then

when I said that that maldita puns in

my cost right that ardor that I had experimented in other occasions at the long of my life

and I saw very well what he signific about something I'm gonna never not farian,

and the the next the rudes continued, the worse, the worse, the worse, like if

that was provoked was, I was, getting confidence at night after night, the the pain

in my costilla also disappeared, and the contrary, it was more intense.

One of my tias noticed my aspect and I asked her and I'm asked to the

question I'm she said to she said and I'm a question that and I'm not she was there's a matter to be

the night we're in the way to the way to and to the and, for the malice,

that old vehicle was decomposed in the process, the part more oscura,

more isolated of the road. We had more option to to the finca,

incendium the internas of the telephones and we're to come to come in

the first was all the time my husband and we were and we

were we're we're the attention. In a moment I noticed that he's

detuvo that he looked something he his rostro changed

he was psalid his eyes reflected pure terror what

what what he what he I asked I

I thought in the front I had the ardor

in my cost was an insupportable there something behind me,

something that not should be there's a before you know, before I'm he took to the man with with a voice

timbrose, it was then when I heard that I heard of the sound, the same pistades and the

that had heard of the nights, now they were just behind of us moving and so

and so and so we're we're doing we're we're not we're we're able

to be to turn to turn to a moment of desperation. And there was. It was a figure grotesque, desnuda, with the cabello gris and discrenaud, that was over a rostro cadaverical. His extremities

were incredibly large and deforms, doblas in angles impossibles. Her skin was grisacea and quartied, like if it was made of barro seco,

and the worse were, again, his eyes, vacuble, but brilliant, fichos in me, like if me

knew it, like if knew something that I even ignored. His form to move was an

unnatural, retorsida, and every paste a crugido that resone in the obscurity.

We got to the finca almost without a without my husband

saw the door the door of the and both we're there

was a disperperate we not we're so we're

Let's what had succeeded and while we were a sound espantos interrupted

the silence of the night. Someone was trying to open the porthon. My

tios and were chaselian and chopeta in man from from a different,

I heard of a silence profound. In that same instant the ardor in my

costilla disappeared for completely. More tard. My time me confirmed

what I had to I'm said that was the girl of the serro.

My Tios said they were attempted to be the porton with those extremities

deforms and the fire he had awedentado. That night my tias

were very creyentes us made a little to me but

I could I just to ask to ask that she was that

she was the last the one I had

sent I was just a little a little a little and she was called the baby that my my tia was waiting, but now, no, there was no any reason. Semanas after, of regress in Spain,

I was up, I wasented, I was aboutasada, that bruce was even before I. For that's etchedo all the nights, for that I pursued

I, I want my baby, to who have heard these stories. I want to thank you for tomarse the time of to know what I've lived. I know perfectly that my experiences can be impossible.

But for me, or for me, are so reales as the area that I'm I'm not only recalls, are advertisements, are psychiatrises that I've learned

that the mal always is a great monster of a question of a summer in the same

it's in ushachando us in the grietas in the greats of the cotidiano

and the moment opportune to show for for a for a to be

and when it does this marcus to us that never they're

that I've my infancy me made to respect

what we know we then, I mean something more important

still I'm to protect what I am with a fiber of my self that woman

that was that I'm and I'm and in his codice he attempted to rebatarmel but

no it did it and not it will not work maybe maybe some day

I know the rest of the experiences that I have my my past

because these not have been those are sentience that

punsada in my costilla various times more in my life,

and every occasion has that's something that's that I'm

aterrador, something so that so thank for me and if me

permit to say something remember, never ignore that unlaw

that that that's that that's that something that is

what you can help those. her intuition so instinct Don't.