Relatos de la Noche - El Diablo en la Catedral (historias paranormales)

Episode Date: February 6, 2026

Hay presencias que no se manifiestan con gritos ni apariciones espectaculares. A veces entran en silencio, se quedan observando… y esperan. En este episodio de Relatos de la Noche, escucharemos historias donde lo sagrado es profanado, donde la infancia juega con cosas que no entiende y donde lo cotidiano se vuelve inquietante sin previo aviso. Una catedral que guarda una confesión imposible, un barrio donde algo responde a los llamados de los niños y un edificio donde una luz encendida revela que no todos saben cómo irse. Tres relatos contenidos, verosímiles y profundamente incómodos. Historias que no buscan asustarte de inmediato, sino acompañarte después, cuando apagues la luz. Apaga todo. Ponte cómodo. Y acompáñanos en estos nuevos Relatos de la Noche. — 📖 Ya puedes conseguir nuestro libro en librerías físicas y digitales. Búscalo en tu tienda favorita o sigue el enlace para México: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/ España: https://www.amazon.es/Relatos-noche-Novela-Uriel-Reyes/dp/8410442205/ Chile: https://www.buscalibre.cl/libro-relatos-de-la-noche/9789568883270/p/64600265  Síguenos en instagram: https://www.instagram.com/RDLNoficial/ Comparte tu relato en: [e-mail] Contacto comercial: [e-mail] omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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I was I still heard when when I went on the window, to the back to the

some of those, someone on one of them, respirating profoundly, moving to the rhythm

of that that I heard from that I heard that I my fourth. I don't say

much of this episode Community, just that it's worth to hear to the first to

end. Each one of the stories of today can be to the most

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much care you you are you know you

know the No, I was a little I've been a father to bless me a new house.

It's something that I've been to much time, and when it was done I think that that was

what I'm to do. After the the ritual of the benition, I put to talk to

him about the spirituality and of those energies malas that sometimes we're

very to very much. Total, that the talk about, the talker that I'm that I

talked to a program where the people tell many stories and that a past of you

not have many experiences proper was a lot something interesting for me.

In my house, in my family, they're stories that have accompanied

from this child and not I think are simple legends family

because those events are not affect our customs

and even are the reason for that the

family is incomplete in In the end I tried to my faith, there is something that makes feel that the supernatural, the demons, the beings of the basque astral, and the phantasmas not only existen, but they are so much closer to us.

This is in-quere, falter to respect to the religion, to what I think. Well, I know that for the Catholics, not is logic the idea of a phantasm, of an soul that is kept in this plan, that not to purgatory to the hell or

or the life. The father me said that not that's not that's something

is something that's something that's that some they know

they all that all really really real he was a

community and in that moment a he a I said that even others curates of much experience,

they're in the phantasmas, not only the demons, in the possibility of communicars with those persons that now are, that's not yet, that's a good place in the world, but me said that no idea to worry me much for it.

What if there had to be with much, really, with much serenidad, is that, almost that we think we're trying to contact with a spirit, in reality, we're being contacted for a demonio

maybe powerful, maybe very low rank but demonious at the end. Then me told you

a father in his last years in active in the cathedral in the cathedral of this capital a father

of almost a year that after a period out of his time, he gave the

opportunity to go to look at little and he went to the confessionario

for to who could be It was a good It was a little bit of A lot of people Someone entered A question to A voice very

strange from the other side of the confessionary It was so Ocourt that the Cascote not could have Nothing, he responded to the

Salud Me, my father That the The voice He said, The voice

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The Confessian You know that we're in the Inferno that he restasta the

God Exhibited The god Animal Padre he soresalted and enogated he nojado

and he was no nobody of the other other other other there no

there no nobody in the church was a person but was a

but I'm a person and not she was a little was a covered

very hergied, and almost retodora, and after the first of

the father and he went to the man, the father with the baston

came in a prisa as it was to get to the door, but

no the sky black, only the storment that was

the abacinable. The father old shared that parision

with various of the curas that had in the cated

for that they were atentos, too with the personal, he said

he had to be a very bad, something demoniac to enter to the

church to use the words of the Lord to be

and he he he could he and then

they knew that many have experienced things very

that time but the most rare the the

the the poor was what he was the

a cristan. That night when was to start all, I heard a voice that was in one of those basils

angostos and those that are the most profound of the cathedral, to the levels of

land reserved for those who not are not been open to public, he was

a sombra in the the light, the sombra of someone that

was the person that was a that not a little common because

all they did to come in that form to illuminate his way. But curious for being to try to, he he was to get to get him. All down to that passage, the

sunbra, yeah he had al-a-lejado. What the sea that was projecta, continued, and dave the world, and no he had to be more than his sombre in the wall. But the

sacristan continued. Hegued. He began to trotar now, temiening that was a intrusion, of someone that not should be able to be able to

and that person appeared to go every more rapid, always to see only to

his somber after the last time until the turn to a passio and the sacristam

the sunbra detenida in the other extreme of the the other end

the whatever was the was the was there was he had he was

he he had a two little protuberance out of the

front could have been perfectly defined in the silhouette, in that sombra clear. Querns The sacristan gave a half-wilted and he washoed to that. Recurried all the passages, all the vultas completely oscuras,

because no had yeted his bellar, and finally blew to the altar. No had said nothing, because I felt that was something that had to say in confession, but at the saber of the vision of the sacerdote, that that time more the time

I know I knew he could have the confidence to say it that not they were

to take like a loco that could confi in it so we can

get over the coffee the father that had had

had done his and he did he I

had to be but he I said we let me

we just community not you I'm you I

fascin that perspective and I would to know what has been the encounters that

would have been that a father really create the phantasmas. We'll hear them then very soon.

If so they're so much the same story is certainly of the most the most that we've

shared. A few days I asked in the group of the community in Facebook whose inlace

I'm going to leave in the description because there there piratats if someone

had had had been an experience strange and I'm listening Relatodes of the night.

A friend Facebook me contacted in form private and me said that her

mother had occurred something that I wanted to do you form anonym and this

is the story that me made to get a clear for

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the I'm to make a advertency because no

I want that nobody is not because so if you're

embarrassed not you're the next story and if I always

say you don't suggestioning and even the protagonist of this story

that's that was a coincidence but even as as I think I don't

I want that I'm want to be going to talk to things very

things we're about we're to we're so we

for who decide to listen. Hello, Uriel, or the community of RDLN. I'm going to omitir my name. Only say that I'm of the city of Kerectro. Various times, after that I hear about that, something has a relation with the story that I've seen.

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much, at the moment of her almost to be in the venting in the ventana, the

silhouette of a man great, like vestiges of a black, floating, for a second

as going to passing for there. At final we coincid in that the two we were the

same, and well, so various experiences similar, but, but, without,

the most the more the second, the The next. In January of the year past, I was embarrassed.

I had a little time, only two months. Usually when I do listen to the night

because I help to concentrate. And that day, a day, a day,

a story that had a indication very specific at the initial. No,

they're they're they're they're why. I'm going to omitir the

name of the Honestly, I don't take much importance, because various relato have similar to the initial. Only I still I still still listening. The relato was a girl who-a-lawyha and then her friend had her baby, and, when I had a sensation extrana.

This time, even, even was working, he put special attention. I was felt different. I felt the relato and no me left with a in the stomach with a sensation of a fear

profound. No, I did importance and still listening more stories.

That same time I heard I my mother, my mother was a

second, in a narrator says my name. Me gave fear,

but again I'm tried to not give the important.

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story and the audio started to faller repidient one and again again the same

part. I quitted the audiphones and let pass. At finalize the day I came to

a car I'm a specific, a batte black but no he was a lot

I'm then I'm that I've got a way we have a wheeha in my house and that with that

we'll tap us, yeah that we knew how to serral her correctly and we knew that I could cover with a tela negra. Honestly, I don't know what I did importance and it was that night,

while me was in much fear, I felt that someone was there was there were and that relato not out of my

mind. After a a rato, I went to my partner and came to my parah,

we went to to do, He was he kept in-mitted but I had a d'olour of the vintre very very strong. I wasermonted and I sat in the

sillion of the cellar, and I went to the window. While it was I was the water, I was to

go and I'm my a little very astusted but no me he said for what and we

don't know two days after me told the next in his own words

I'm going to to share. That day that you went to do you did you did you a time.

I thought I was I was I'm not I'm in the cello in the end of the

baby in my arms. He was was able and and being

to the window and there there was a back to

me and I said that that he was that

he he he was then he he he

said he I'm I that you and that the baby would be, that would be it would be. Obviously, I said that not

he was not to give anything that the only that can demand a life is God, and in the name of God he exigee that's elargar and us to leave in the door, and in a circle, I was then when I

saw that you, I was in the camera and I I wasusted. I, continued feeling more while during many days, so I was going the doctor.

A juebess, the medical me said that my baby was without a a week. So, that's from that

the day that I heard the same day of the I don't I mean that's been the cause, no,

no, of the however, it's surprising the relation. And, as, as,

Just I want to say, I can't let's listen to the advertences of the relato. I think now they're why he's

so preoccupied for this story and even if you did get to the mother, to the

protagonist of this story, I want to give a great a brother.

O'Hala that can let you let's a message in the comments

and well, I'll I'll ask you suggestion and that are well, that are you are quite, that are

kind of, that listen in calm the rest of the episode. And, for suppose, as always I say if you

have you need the community, the abrace, the accompaniment, always

we're going to learn in the comments, but also unens to the group of Facebook that

we have that we're that is like any other group that we know we're a

family of We're going to more stories this night. Oh, the production and community of the night. I had pendent to write this story, but ultimately I've heard many that passen here in San Miguel-Dajend of Guanajuato,

and I felt that it was moment to tell the mea. I was born in a zone away from the center, to the areas of the herros of the Picachos, a place full of brujas, and I would assure that the majority of the people who live in this area, no me they'll be able to mention. When I had more than

nine years, my best friends were Sophia and Juan, that were brothers, and we had passed about them in the street, and counting stories of terror, until that we had to be nocha and us had a lot of time, we're going to

get to our houses. Always the same, always, and the last apparitions of the barrio, always talking of bruges and demonios, and of all the that was around about there.

One day, while we were sent out of without, and we were talking, comying chetos about our arbor, passed a senior

that honestly had had been a condition mental, that had to be a kind of strange.

She would a construction of a carer, but all of we'd becabom. And with a tone

like of a regano us said, I know, You know, You're When are To learn

Say, in those who know They're not They're not VIII In these Four Caches

And there Mondon Demonians How do you They're With those Horsors And one day

They're They're He's going to He's free He said, Even Valbuceando Things

That you We can't To hear We're We're We're We're

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that we're that's many times where we've reviviams, a penas the night and they passed

just some some days when something something something that's something that in the

madugas they were to turn to turn to the cars of the people, some

were there were used and sentido without the cameras grab to nothing, without that nobody saw when I'd revisit

and even the people were very atent because they thought that a ladron and was rondando, then they were to happen to happen more strange, even more difficult

is to explain. Every Saturdays they started to hear of the nothing, decenas of little, playing,

grotando, can't and the call into the call down to my grandmother no, she kept with the and he saw

asomarse for the window of the second but no view to nobody. Although the

voices were there like the cari was all the street I'm

I'm the door and I'm more aterrador like many many

were in chorus with with a person major the sound

seemed to move first they were they were at my house

then they were all together One of the way after they were

more and then they were more and they were more and they're and they're

many times more, but only the nights of a sound of

this, a one of a day, and while he

was the the and he saw on the feet of

little discals and very very so very he

thought he he he said he he said

he responded. When he incorporated, he was he called to gore and he went to look at him, but then he saw a house of the Tienda, by the street. Clearly

that what he saw no were none of them, because none one was in the but what is what is like, what is community, is something that we think we we're we brought us to

the colony. One day my My brother and I pass us for Sophia and Juan to go to walk away from the barrio. All around was a serro, and in that then was nice to be able to walk him. Addmast, there were various places emoconementes.

For that in the way, Juan said, O'igan, and if we're going to look duendies to the house of the columpio? We're not an idea emacionate. Simply buscabombs about adventures to see. A much people can be

It doesn't seem rare, but I'm sure that in this community, many have done the same when they were kids. So, we're going to be around. At the initial, we were roaming and jugging, but, conforming we were changing. We'd have to charlars. We were callied, even tenses, and I felt like when you have fever and you shenters much

a cold, a cold that not is around, but in you. We got that famous house, to the one of her that they'd beamed for their stories, all in the colony. But in the other than to go to the entry principal, we'd set us to see them to the part tracera, for a canal where I'd water limpia. There was arena very movied and we'd start to start over her,

until that, without saying nothing, as to an instinct, we'll turn to the reja of the house to the distance

behind of her she was a person high more more a high

very very very very very but I see well

how describe it not not it was a volume

but the same time was very very very

totally completely in this moment all we all

we we had We've got to have been We've got to be the same time. To us all us all we're in the same horrible manner. My friends were of another religion, but I know that I'm still going to be my father's our.

No, we stopped until to get to the colony. A few days, we're paramos. We're just for a moment, we're respirations. We're not, the one's to the others, the faces of the meadow, and we're We started to re-ir. It was gracious if we had weied in retrospective.

For fin, we had made what we wanted what we'd. Be a phantasm, but... Someone bolted out of the way. In the way we had we'd have arrived. Of the obscurity, he'd been occurring a huge figure, very rapid, directly to us, to us.

We'd go to go to the house, and, from the me to my friends said to us all right. That'd beck, that I'd say to me I made to say the blessing how she was the

way to her not we did it because. All this kept like a secret

because none of our father had we had been so we've been

to look to look and we found we we're we we're

sometimes and a night after my mother and she

was a sound that was a little that

was nothing. Then he saw something for the window. A lo long, in a techo of the other, a peccan, that figure this was agasapada, but mirand,

moving the rhythm of that respiration that was heard in the room. That same night our friend also saw someone saw somebody,

what was that was near our house, too, was the same to get to get to get to to have to be to go to the fear.

We'll end up to tell her my mom, that he was going to entire to the barrio. Because of that a woman, she got to

tell her his son, he had passed to something that he also had gone to see the

house of the duend's with the intention to enter. He said that

the only that was to be to the patio, to to be to

the entire, any whatever in that that included the house of the Vecino's,

where the where it's the that's the that's the whole, eventually,

until that that thing went to that case, and he he just to appear to appear

here. There are many entities that we don't understand with us with us

and we listening to us atentus to our most minimed errors.

Tengen care with what they're a lot of a community. Thank you

get to get a great, much thanks for giving voice to this story.

I'd like that my story. No, I'd to think that's

not a question, because, I never was a piece of the pastil long and

light and a lot, and It's very, where one Prender to not get to get to be in the

life of the other, but there are things that even you start. The department of in front

the Mio, for example, I've been months with the light from the I've been

always, I'm important, if it was on a morning, if was it

was time and I would be the madrogada. The light still there blank,

constant, salient, out of the door, At the At the I thought

that was someone I was that I'm that perhaps I'm then I'm then I

didn't think of that I'm that I started to know something that

never I didn't not not even that I've known I've known

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

but in all that time I'm coincid with the the

no a salute, nor a portas and the the the

real the only the light that's the that's always

was a night I'm back normal were almost

the morning the building was in the building

was but but but I'm there was still

encendida, but now see in the sombras of the feet from the door. No,

he was only was there, right, like if someone had been standing

at the door, mirro from the miry me deto a second without why.

I fenced in to talk, in to ask if all was a good

was all I'm I'm just good nights and salute.

The Sombra Camino Asi I'm I'm still I'm still I'm That night

I thought I was I'm I'm I'm front of the door and that

the other other person was very kind of no no

no no no I'm I'm to come I'm I

I'm to one one another another last I'm

I'm I'm I'm with the sensation of not have desksed nothing. Passed the days and I began to notar other other thing.

The sunbe was there every that was always at the same altitude, always in the same point. Like if that person always

would ever be to get. One afternoon I was the room of the house that was just below of the apartment

front of the myo. A. a senior major, of those that always are barriending that the

The Passillo is He asked, like, who doesn't want the cause for the Well, Vecino? Me D'Ego. He signaled to the river, to be able, to hear of it. I know that's Hector he said, the man who never paged his life. He said, I thought that I'm brawando. Sure that is. He said.

He's a few. She nego with the head. No, my God. That's the department was sealed since time. If you know,

I'd, that I'd hear all the passes for the delgado of the teches here, me he told that the

ultimate inquil was a man only, calliado, that one day he had to go to

back for the garafon of the water. Then passed days, a

week, a month, the odor was what alerted to all he

died, he said, and he before you felt something, I felt

something I was to say I did, I did, that

night like all the light still was still

but I did and as soon as my hands temblorosas me left and I'm back in the

passio. Passes, lentos, arrastrauds. I got the door without noise and mirrored by

the miry the the passillo was a light of the department of the infrente still was

still being but the sombra not was in the Pared, I senti alibi, until I I heard something more.

A sound soft, almost imperceptible of the other side of my door, like if someone

had been there, very close, me kept with the heart with the sound accelerated,

until the sound to the morning next, the light of the department

of the front was after the first since I moved there.

That's That same day I was with the administrator. He told everything that she rierer, that me said that there was an explanation very simple, but no he did. Only me said that night,

at the same hour that I I heard the passos, the cameras of the building, all, they were all were done three minutes.

And nothing more. I moved in when when it was my contract. And the truth is that I'm not think to that in that place, in that

light, in the sombra of someone parado front of that door. I desire to who now live there. So, that's not any, but not have in besadillas.