Relatos de la Noche - El Hombre del Sombrero se llevó a mi amigo de la infancia (historias de horror)

Episode Date: June 28, 2024

Las historias de hoy te llevarán desde Japón hasta Guadalajara, Jalisco. Desde fantasmas que no logramos entender, hasta una aparición del misterioso hombre del sombrero, con quien muy probablemente ya hayas soñado. ¿Te atreves a descubrir lo que te espera en este episodio del mejor podcast de terror en español?¿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.

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nights community I'm much, I was much, I'm of the city of Mexico and in general,

but for fin we're in the world. And as far those who me see in Instagram, surely you know, every time

that I visit a new, the first I do is to look his stories of phantasmas. I'm regressando to Japan

and, believe me, I've found many stories that I'll hear you going to do you're

a episode special to them, but I'm going to get the appetite of this

night, because let's I'll tell the story of Kenzuke, a worker of an hotel in Kyoto, also appassionated of the stories of phantasmas, that promised you mandarin

many of those that I've got recopilanded, but that me surprised before I'm, with a story impressed completely in Spanish. For sure,

that had some there some errors with the traduction that did in internet, but nothing grave and are corrected for so, to be able to

say, that can't the light and they're they're going to get in the next. Relatos of the

night. This is the story that I promised I have tried to the form more exact possible,

first of the Japanese to English, to see the translation was in the context correct and

finally to the Spanish. Well, as I said, from this little, I've

fascinated the stories of phantasmas, but this passion is intensifico particularly

Similarly, since I began to work in this hotel, in the bohemia zone of Hjohn, Kyoto. Here I've gotten to many stories of encounters with what I just can call Spirits, Almas in Pena, of all the that I've heard, this is one of the last me has impressed. And the most recent, also. It was a night tranquil in the hotel, a establishment modest but acogedore in the heart of Kyoto. I wasaed in the reception, assurantomable to the guests, their stancholy. The majority of the nights

were quite routine, very tranquil, even even though could be but in that way,

when the year, it had ceased to be during hours, something was going to change.

A little night, the silence in the vestibulo was interrupted by the entry abrupt of

a man young. His rostro- his eyes disorbitated and

they had experimented something it was aterrador. It was recognized of immediate. It was a tourist to Korea of the

South, the senior Park, who had registered more that day. Help me. For favor, help me.

Exclamed with his voice tomborosa. I went to a chair and I offered a water. Calm,

Mr. Park. What was all? It's a being? Trying to sound as a more

tranquilizer possible. I that really was necessary, because it was it was a point to dismayers.

Also, the really had much curiosity. Here the assaults are very, very rare.

So, I knew that that's not the reason. After of the arboes of water,

the Mr. Park commenced to relattar his experience. I've decided to

give a pasto nocturn for the park in Maruyama, famous for his

aresos and his atmosphere even of the night, even with that jubia that not parable.

While I'd many of the cinderos illuminated tenuament by faroles of paper, sent you a presence

strange, like if someone was looking he was looking, he rolled the head rapidly,

something for seeing that because not had seen a nobody in his way to

that one, but no be a person, I'm I'm was a paranoico,

me he said, trying to but her expression remained full of terror and then I said he

affirmed to have seen a woman of a woman in feet under a rose she was dressed

with a kimono black his long cabo black was over his

rostro what most he was his immobil was a statue

completely quiet quiet quite and to be to get to

more could see that the woman had the eyes serrated as if were in a little bit I'm

I'm trying to see I need but then he made the eyes the Mr. Park

guard silence for a moment his voice was he was he was he attempted

recuperate his his eyes were completely black black vacuous

no had there there had Park retroceded horrorized, but his feet were peregated on the floor. The woman

levanted a little bit of a arm and he wasle, with a head palid that pericia that was he was accused in silence. The sensation of the friole, and an olornauseabundo, a water stanked and

flowers prodrida, jenu the air around. No put to move me. Sentie that something to something to

something to to something invisible, said, looking his hands tremorosas. Then, when she

started to move to me, deslisandos without moving the feet. The repent the cheesos broke,

and the Mr. Park did go to goreying and look at back to get to the hotel.

I only I just I just I'm still I'm feeling that a scalofry to be

a person to be a lot to be of encounters like that. Conocied very well that description. It was a jurei,

the spirits inquietos of the mortals that vaguely that are going for this world. Mr. Park, I said in a tono soft but serious.

What he saw this night was a jury. He me amired so he continued he said he he said, but the jurei

are those juries are those phantasmas of persons that have been violent or with a on asuntas pendent. In Kyoto, especially in

places historic as the park Marujama, these apparitions are unusual. The woman

that was probably moved in circumstances tragical in this place or in his surroundings,

and his spirit no has been to have been to get there, like many

others. I don't understand the reason. He explained that the Yurei

a menudo are to those people to try to solve their problems or

vener his murders. In the case of Mr. Park, I think that his presence

accidental could have had had been to that he had to communicate

or simply express his pain it's important that not back to

that only, especially to know the especially, and I

can't, and if it's possible, offer to a the soul that he took for that can't find the pass.

The Mr. Park assentied gently, still trying to assimilar what he had to be here. I was to his room, assurantily

that would be safe in the hotel. That night, while I was my post in the reception, I could avoid

to be able to the frontas to the park in Maru Yamah. In the the obscuritus wereces were seen

somers inquietas and I asked how other spirits vagabond for that Antigua, Buscant, or Vengance. Since then, every that a Westpett me told a story similar, I'll offer you the same advertency and oration, and,

and, these Juryi, encounter finally the peace. As I asked in the networks social, community, if you think that the stories of phantasmas, van, van, changing culture in culture, over all in one so distant as

our own, the one of our that we know and the Japanese, even in the spiritual. Conocer the stories

mark more those differences, or we know, we'll know we we're we're demams

to the same things. As you know, you'd like a episode of only

stories of phantasmas of Japan? Respondom me, for favor in a commentio

and continue with more stories this night. To all of all right. My name is Alexa and I've just to find out of the night. I've seen the

recommendation during much time in the platform where I've heard a podcast but never me had trevied to hear because the stories of fantasies me can't much fear, especially for something that I lived when was a little. Sin embargo, finally me

I'm animated and now me have been so fanatica that consumed all the content in a month. For that I've decided to to tell that story. The case that that's that not I

like in the wuntas a lot of a lot of my infancy in Guadalajara, Mexico. When I was little my

tarses after the house of a house of a old of the senior Garcia, who me

would be that my mother was at the night. The house of the Mrs.

Garcia was in a case and a small plant and and gardens and

the house were of the the car was of there, and when when I'd when you'd be,

it were formed charkas grand and very lodos. I remember that that case always had had done

a sensation of a confinement, but also when it was in night, and we were to

be far far as all the rest of the colony. Front to the case of the Seora

Garcia, there was a house abandoned the frontannes were covered

of polvo, the paredes and the vegetation had invaded all the terrain, all the house. The herbs and the arbustos

unredated, they'd have an aspect sombril and discuidado, making that it was more sinister. The garden delanter was so covered of malice

that justinged the avenue of the pietra that had the door principal. One of this I asked to the sir.

Garcia, why that case was so much that case had been I've lived there. She looked with much serenied and

he said that, although I thought she abandoned, not was completely solo, not was

disabitated for complete. There, there is a phantasm me said with voice as if

had someone more could hear some of the other other the other children

that were and for those they were always always before

before me. His words resonar in my and since then, every

that it was that it was it. I'm not a house

the house. The most inquietante was that all the nights

was the light in one of the room of the house

since years but there was the same in the same place

projecting a sombrite that that light partadent me was

a mess of fear and curiosity. Yeah, I'm sorry of the nine and

I'm going to my mama when I'm that I'm never forgetary. The light in the house abandoned

was was in the but this there was a figure in the window

was a woman of dark and and a back

a lot of there was a lot that was that you was that was not

normal the the cabo, the vestido. Flotable around her as if

were submerged in the water. I was looking directly to the window from the intensity that

me paralyzed I was I was a mobile of fear. My heart hadia that was

very that was that I was that I was I was that I could be apart the

view of that O'occurroarer. The figure began to move slowly, extremely Lentat, until disappear

for the ventana. It was like if flotara the other. The light in the window was

more more so if it was a lehate and of a placeio into that

the place illuminars very lighteram and I'm I'm

a a frio intense in the room where it was but maybe it was the fear. I was

I felt like a frio that was and I'm that I'm about a point of

to pass. Simply it's so I the the point the door

the house abandoned and it's of the door, of that door, he was going to start long as moving as the same figure

that had seen in the window. Now that I was near I'm close, I'm notar his pale pared,

especially in the hands, a pale without a face, and his picture was a posse to the world.

The figure was to in the umberal of that her door, like mirandomely even though

I could see the eyes. I feltia that no could move me, nor to

get her just in this moment I heard the voice of the Mrs.

Just the that's that that's that he was that

I was paralyzed and I was she and I sawyosand and

I said what I've seen and she she me a

very sourr that all that would that that is the phantasm

of the he said he said trying to calm me, never cruces the

the street to the promise you do you do you do you I'm

that you never would be and the that she did that he was he was

he went the he was the security to the house after

that house abandoned. Pocchio after my mom and I we moved to Morrella, but that experience

he kept with me since then it's a record that I've had to talk with my

psychologist, that insist in say that that's not a phantasm but a no, a question, or

what I see you, in every session that I mention, he can't be the explanation

to the question. Now, all all the stories in the night, me

I feel a little less alone with my fear. Now, I know there's that also

have seen things that can't explain. I'm my story has liked,

and about, that if if you ever see, one one

one that's there's in a house that should be back

back, remember my story, and take good good

too, you take much good I want to Hello to all All right.

My name is Juan and I want to share a story with relato of the night. First of nothing, I

want to appreciate Aureel for I'm all the nights of insomio

with those fascinates and all the community for to share the stories.

Today I want to talk to something that was a oldacente something that I

never had been something something that I'm that I'm

when I when I had 15 years my pap for what I was only in house from the

night to the night at the four of the morning. We've been in a street in the capital,

in a house modesta with parraces of the ladrillo and a garden a little and it's

a lot of the house and the other separate by strenes and muros backos

that were to hear all the other other side. All the nights while I

tried I was back, of the house of the of the the people. The street where

we'd had an air of abandon. The lamparas of the light emolingingement

the pavement and the water and the light of course darkinging yet the end up that it'scuitating,

in that scenario, I heard every night that same discussion. At the principle me preoccupy

but with the time I began to ignore them simply. It's always was the same thing,

a discussion that was a gritty ayesperated in a portas and sordecedor. Then,

a minute after, the door had opened to be aolence another, another

grotot resoneable in the night and finally silence. A

A silence inquietante, it invader all. Recurred the first time that I was clearly. I was in my camera with the eyes car'd, trying to do not. It were around the 11th of the night when they started the grits. Me levanted and I went to the

window, miranded to the house of the the people, waiting, but no, there was nothing. Only the sound of the same pre, just the discussion,

like if it was to develop just to the side of my. After of a few minutes, all of a little bit of all the

pattern, as I said repeat it's every all the nights. I'm to get to

that simply was a problem that a party that's a day, during the dinner,

I decided to talk to my my papa, have heard have heard

some once to the the bestinous in the nights. Siento that a day of these could pass something. I asked

casuallyly. My papas were a expression of preoccupation before to be able to me.

Of what the bestinus you're talking? Pregunted my mom. Of those the other? The house

of the house at last. Always they're playing and grittando in the night. Then I

hear a a portazzo and then I'm a And I feel that I'm going to get to

something more violent. Responded confused for your reaction. My papas

interchambiated and my papa me asked with much serietad. You're sure of what

you're saying? Or did you something? Dino's the truth? I'm I'm,

I'm asked, I'm now genuinely preoccupated. I'm just I'm talking what I've

heard. My mother suspired and me mirro and me Juan, a bit, you're in the end up, you're in the way, and I'm going, and so on the last time, I'm going to be able to be able to see what I'm not sure.

I could hear what I was I was listening. My papas me explained that the other people had been a very

discussion a night, segued of a gritty, of a portazo. At the day the next the house

was a back the family of the woman was to look to say, they were

they've been seen the other city but of her that nobody had said nothing.

The husband said that he had had had said, but

nobody he had. She never had been gone without

a family, and never he knew never is his life, I don't

know I'm not I'm know that I'm know that that's but at

that time that every that I heard the the the

mind I would the mind, the idea of that

could be being being a kind of a echo

of the past a a fact that horror. With the time, for

we finally we moved to that house, and I thought that I'd have back those stories. The new house was more great, luminosa, with a garden-cuitable and becinoble, but the record of those grits in the night never

me abandoned. A sometimes, in the quietude of the madrugada, me seems to look to hear hear them, as if the phantasmas of the antivusenos me would have seen

Incapaces to To encounter Descanso I'm I'm going to I'm a lot And if one ever

They've seen Anxplicable in the night Recurts that Not all what we We're Pertenes

to the present Not all the Gritos We're of The community We're We're here

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To This Saturday My Let's My in the Fairia of the Library of the Frontera in Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua. At the 6th of the afternoon, we'll go ahead. It's been a good to be able to give us,

to give us a brother and to give us a project that's important for me that was to write, finally, a book of Cuenots of Terror that can't find in your library of Confianza. Recurrecting that in Internet there are many places where they're going to find it, even with envio gratis. And if not they're there in the fair,

it's a good opportunity to acquire. but now it's moment to continue. Before that we get the light with this torment, that we can't this night in the city of Mexico. Let me know with a story more.

I'm called Federico and I want to tell us a story that never I've been able to forget it. I've lived in a colony popular of Leone

Guantuato and had an friend a manoramom. We'd want to pass the tards on the

the carves after the but there was a night of torment, like this in the I'm going to write our lives for ever. The skylo was covered of nubes and the jubia caught in cortinas, speys, creating charcos in the streets empedradas and filling the air of an odor of

a tear mojada. Our fathers always were just said that not we'd be able to darkseer, especially in nights of torment, because it was dangerous. But that night, the curiosity, us vencedo. We're scaboolyed our houses

and we're in the corner of the street, our point of the same just front of a little

house abandoned. Between the the children of the area, that was the house was unruhada, and we

always we're going to be a big and a house dark, lugubes, with

ventas rotas and the walles deskaskerated. A past of our

the emotion of the adventure of that night we had to move to continue. Decidimms to advance to the house. For first time, atreverness to enter in her. But,

while we advanced we'd, while we'd crossed the street to get to her, the jubia seemed to intensification to. A sudden, a relampage

illumined the sky and both we'd clearly a figure in the window of the second-pissue. It was only a silhouette

in the but her presence was really aterrador, because never had we ever seen someone there. No, the vagues of the zone, the most malos, the most addicts, they were able to enter. Vista that? I asked a Ramon with the voice temlorosa,

expecting that was just my imagination. Sin contested, Ramon set up to go to gore, but I don't put. Me kept there, and, another relampago illumined the skylo-in-the-cule,

and this this time I saw the figure for a moment to move, like if was just over a point of

the window. Then, of the new, a darked a car to be a car,

but a car to be nothing, but a frio that I began to get to

get to me, he, that something was there, that something that was that was

I was I was nearerceding. I was going to find out of the Tienta of Don Evaristo, waiting for me. He reclaimed for to let me, for not responder me, and he,

with the voice timbroseousas and wouldtear to look at me the eyes, me said that he said, for favor, what was what had seen, that

he would describe exactly what I that needed to know what was what had seen I. He said that only

a senior of sombrero. Nothing more. No, it was a sombrero like those who use in the sirs here, right?

He asked and then I thought that I'm a wrong. It was a different, a la

anche and plain, literally that's not that's that's that we that we

that we did my dreams all the nights, me he said very

and I'm very No, no Maristu, nor the child that he was to hear you know, I

thought you thought you didn't know you've you've seen you too that's that means

that's really? No? Me asked and I know I'm to answer

to the house, we're we're in papados and temland my my papas

preoccupated for out of the tormenting for to be a hidden,

we're trying to explain what we had we've seen, but not us crellered, attributing our words to the simple imagination

of those children who the people who the stormy. And, well, this would be the story,

a simple anecdote of two children, seeing something a very extrano, maybe product of their

imagination, in a house that they'd as much inbruched, unbroken. If

oh, I'd be the final. That night was the last that I my

friend, a morning next, her mom was said that no had been had been

in house, that we had to be to be the police

was to investigate and for the place, they were to

the house that that was that Ramon had mentioned to that man in his dreams, but no encountered

nothing that could indicate that someone had left. The door was forced, nor the windows. The police had determined that Ramon had gone for his volunted. Of all forms,

as a young, they were a new, they were looking them, they were days, seminars, months, but never encountered a rastro of him.

And since then I've lived with uncertainty and the fear. I always I've asked if that man,

that silhoueta if that figure that we were the same that was the same now

now I'm a matter, every every time I hear the time I'm the

time, I can't avoid to recordar that night and I think that

what was what really we were in that is abandoned. Preguntar me,

where will be Ramon?