Relatos de la Noche - El Crucifijo del Padre Lucas: Resurgimiento - 3. Las Brujas

Episode Date: September 20, 2023

A pesar de haberse deshecho del crucifijo, la familia de Socorro sigue siendo acechada por demonios y brujas. Gracias a una tía que aún vive en el pueblo de la abuela , logran contactar al padre Jesús, quien decide ayudarlos, pero primero deben recuperar el crucifijo. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Sonorro and Relatos of the Night Presentan The Crucifio of Father Lucas In my family We've been credenters to the paranormal Well,

to be more specific We're even We've never lived atemorized for the possibility to encounter us with something I'm going to

we're a majority in some moment or at least the majority of those we've seen canals like this

We know that there is there outweigh that not can't explain scientifically but we don't live atemorisados for the

obscurity but I however I've always had a repulsion to the bruchas

to the satanico I suppose because in some moment in my infancy I

heard the story of my abel of how there in the people had to

get to the the draors that the bargals to the to look help and the

church not she could offer to be so. Probably it was that that's

a point of to get to get and when I the front of our house, calling us. I know how absurd

can sound this, but in my house we had a manned suffering of manifestations panormals, almost at

any hour of day. But for some reason, this, that woman in the street,

me aterrow like nothing it had done before. It's like if it had been recorded,

maybe someone has a person that's a a time of a story of the formate

a image in your imagination that eventually coincide with someone with who

you top as in the real. I don't think that this was a poor woman that was she was

she had a I had I could see the the woman in the poor at the her rujas of

the for her and me asome just for the window. I wasomey I wasmey like trying to look to be

out of the kind of trying to find out of the house. Intent was to open

the door. But was a cardado for some a strange reason because we always

we're just we're just the year that it was not the time. I'm

going to the banquette and when the when I did the phone to call

to my mother to to say to be able to get her to get a rapid to the that's a little that was a woman extrana that

out of the first telephone inalamric that I got to go to the other at the escalaras not me did line

I heard I just said static on the other other side and I went to the window

that was the patio of how it was coming that she was a woman very despacio

yeah was there was there was the part of the door to the back,

to discover that no I had the secure post. I was to her and I got to

get her just when someone it was over her about it about it was I was to

go to my weight with all the forces of the that was that was

that was that was a spectro definitely not, definitely not it was a person

I could look her a, a little a yerbys and I could hear your respiration. I know that

I'll tell it, but of all what occurred in this experience, that moment, sent to that woman at the other side of the door at one centimeters of distance.

It's the most aterrador that I lived, because I the control. Because the next thing that occurred was that

I said, no we don't we have here, and I don't know why I said that. But when those words out of my box,

I knew to what I'm referring I'm not we're talking. My mom was out of the city, in the buske.

I still said even details of the place, details that I know I know or at less that I knew that I

knew that my mom was platiced for telephone while I had your and I don't see if my

Cerebrose with information in it as a mechanism of defense to save me, or if something, someone else, urgoed in me. If something me obliged to say it,

I began to feel the pressure on the door and I was to start. I was in shock, immobile. I'm kept detaining the door a few minutes more, even though no one of the other side, until I heard the reja, again.

This time, was my brother abriending the candado for finally he had

he for that then I was he was all the pretexts possible for not

not not even was impossible to be not we was

something that we every we we we we're

there we there there before we we're we

we're we we're we we're to be those cascabels escondied behind the

camera. But we were we're we're in we're doing we're the light and we

did we're not there. Until we're the door with the door with we're we're

we're put a new and my brother and my brother to do you to dream in

the room to my mother he was in the that was I'm I'm

I'm I'm I'm the door and the light of the passillo encendida. Dorming

as was our reality. But all what had initiated when entered that was

the realique dormidas, and had been have been a sudden after that a man, but contrary to

what he thought my mother, all get them to get us, all to make us and to

us, we had left us only, without defense unsanparated to, and to

that had had been after all that was going, as all the stella that was

that was that the thing, that the night, I felt like someone A manita

a little me tocable Destapado I remember that in three I sussed much because I thought in

that's that you and I took overshalted and me I was and I said because my

mom was made despite how I was a man coming quietly

from quietly very very clear not like a phantasm not like something

something something something that was a like four years, that he was coming from the evitation

to the passio. Sentie how my mom had my hand and I had we could say that it was a dream, that we had we imagined

nothing more. We've got that voice out out of like, as long as my brother came to his

room was to he asked that who had into and my mom started and he said that he said

that nobody and we we got him three, my brother particularly enoched, grittando that us are in

peace, that they were, and we're we're going and we're all the lights, we're

we're just that we're little. Regularly when we rocied- for the house,

the things were all that we're that that time, that occasion, we sent them we're not

we're almost, and when my my brother, and he launched the last Gots. It was he went to

see. I mean he had committed an error. Something he passed. Something was romp

in my brother in that moment and my mom and she went to his

room. I was entering like in a kind of a crisis

and is that for it had been very difficult to revive to

get a trauma of that had had had been a

I've also I've also a little a little a little a young of a 80 and 80 kilos. And while

my mom was trying to calm, I put water to ervirby to make a tea of some tea of

the tea of that you've made to something something that's behind me

there on the the side of the the ascaleras as something

intently intentating that not me didn't that I'm A

Pesart that the door was a and that was in that was in

that's I'm in the way, I'm going to I'm going to the time but I'm

so I'm know what I'm that this this time we're the new

this time if there there's there there's I'm I'm I'm

I'm my mom and my man no my mother me said that I'm

that were I'll ask you to me crean the next. I don't I'll ask you to think to me create

nothing. I'm I'm this, I'm very to the people to be the

one of every one of a decade one of a little that has

had been that's that all is possible I'm so that there's

that will be to be but there in the banqueta in

front there were three figures three women. And I'm

completely sure that one of them was that she was a woman of the black, although

it was not even because it was too but I could be to say it to say it

to be that they said something, that they were in the hands and then I heard

those voices in the house inside in the room between

us this is what I think that and I was the last time that I heard it, because even I dreamed and I was trying to puttar the words, and to find the sense. It's Latin, and I committed the error to...

...deceal to say it in voice-alta, of you know. I will share it with you. If you're in this, at least in the most minimal, or if they're susceptible, For favor, no they're in voice Alta.

If you they're listening, for favor, addlante in some

few seconds. If are skeptical, no will be any problem at

listening the endenebri non imbenite interpater Manducare Edmanis tenobiscom

Eternum Intenebris Manducare The women cameer The banquettes To the front of the Coney

I per die of view to Bezado front of the door of the room To the escalers We know We could get us

We'd help us We'd We'd go out The door of the recamara, when we had to be the door to make the escalars, was open. And we passed out of front without bolted, and I waske the the keys of the car of my mom in the room,

in some place, while she had been able to sustain her brother. When I gritted that I found her, my mom me susurro something. I came to her, despite her, despite. I sent me something in my

spada. Something a little a little to do you. After my mom

never me had said that was the and I don't remember how,

not how we we did you but I but I

I'm the morning in the house I was

in the house my brother profoundly dormied to my

my mother my mom was talking and she

he he he was he was to That was what said my mom, but

I know I didn't know what he was referring. Media hour after after marked my Tia. Stavomombed

still even tumbling, dabbiness like if we'd just come from an incendio or an accident

or something passam me in the direction he said my Tia the father is to

for the love of God I hope that you I'm sure you know where you

that you're