Relatos de la Noche - El misterioso hombre que observa

Episode Date: October 31, 2024

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The next story is real, and some of its parts can even can't even find out of the internet in different notes periodistic. Of what you have the supernatural, I can't assure nothing more than what I can assure you that I experimented in carno-propia. I'll just a criteria and of those that you can't, if this story is published in your channel,

the conclusions or theories of the occurred. A little before to enter to the secondary, I have a very good news. So, I would start to build a school in

my colony, in the afueras of the city, and not would have to be in

the one of the area more urbanized, the most the more the

most transports public and 45 minutes of the best.

The good news of all is that Isabel, Yuliana and Margarita,

my major am and would come me to this new

secondary. The family of Isabel not even economically, the fact, she said that, she said that, not had been aborted this school,

not had been to study that year. The family of Juliana, for the contrary, was a very solvent, too, maybe, to live in that colony, and they had been planted that enter in a school private, if, to all the form, and implicated a voyage to the city.

But the school, abri- creation and we'll keep us together. Oh,ha, that never had passed. We had some months in that first year of secondary

when Isabel commenced a part of a rarer with us she'd time, disappeared for moments, we'd

put up, and we'd make up to make a case and inventive excuses to to get to to us,

and to we'd like to be at a a place where we'd go to go to the most extrano. The most strange of all is that there, or it was, or there was a person,

who was maybe he was changing. A chico, we supposed first, and, we said we're confirm us, well, when we were in recesses, to the long,

we could we're the figure of a muchach, of a man, more well, observandons. Isabel,

of a I was too exaggerate in his intention of not to not present the attention and even devoured the thing when we mentioned about the bizarre what was what is the subject, always about 200 meters of the patios of the school, that were in the circar, for certain, and we observed, FIHU

was always a distance sufficient to not to recognize its factions. The school was at the final of a the street where no had houses, nor commerce, still. And, behind of it, we had a colina that had a a few hills. Dicen that there are ranches in that direction, a few kilometers, but the fact is the

school, the only that was depoboled. Isabel never told us nothing to respect. No one word, a psalm, that was evident that He was he, that he knew some way, that he was not. And it cost to... ...the rest of the history. In December, Isabel disappeared.

We'd despaired to the school as she never came to her house. In the days the next, Margarita, Juliana, and I... ...nose we made millions of theories in the head. No one, however, was convinced her all. Isabel no more than to help her family, in one form or another. No, they would have abandoned for any reason. And none of us also, he said to mention to the man that we saw to observe us. Five days after, they found the body of Isabella, about 400 meters of the school, in the

the bottom of a barranco, behind the colina. They were killed, a plashting her head with a pietra. Contrary of what was speculed at the principle and that even publiced in the noticieros in that moment, not had been abused sexually. Someone,

he, without any reason apparent, without any motivation. A p. That's for that moment we were of vacations, it was a act in the school to do we all that

We recouped us. Also, we did a recliction of the money to help her family. When we got her mother, she was talked about the dreams that Isabel had had been since months. Sueyes, in those that a man of a rostro borroso, she was left, and she, immobile, without,

was unable to ask for help. No, if these dreams, between comillas, that he told to her mom, were in reality, a reflex of what was living in reality. No, if that what he saw in his dreams, maybe, then he began to perseguer her during the day. And I know what we saw what we saw that we were we But, after that we've talked about this, Margarita,

he commenced to negate it all just a little bit after. No see what about. Never we've ever, us said. It was our imagination, nothing more. And, of the nothing, he was just Juliana and I.

We're just Juliana and I, intentating to survive to that dweilip in that stage of our life and then to lose a our best friend the way more horrible that we could imagine. It was difficult

the rest of the year. It was difficult all second and in third. For a moment we could

forget it. In a recess of the most normal Alejandro a chico of our salon

permanently enamored of Juliana and was we had to us over about

about Margarita and her Mrs. those with that she began to to come back from our

little group. In the middle of the risas and the tontteries I felt a scalo furio I

saw a a mirada I'llte that Margarita and she palida with the head

only me made a signal to that to be that there was that

there was observandons the sufficiently close to feel her horroarosa mirada but at a distance to the new

we could recognize her rostro. We're sure it was the same silhouetta and a little encrovada, the same

vestiment of strange and that the same form of observe of the way more inquietant

that you could you imagine. To his back to the back was just the

cendero that was the barranco where they found Isabel. I took

a Juliana for that And I felt like it was vanseed, but Alejandro it was soothed. She was... ...theirce, we got... ...theirce, yeah, we had we had a new thing, and Margarita corried behind us.

It was the same man. No, we had no doubt. And, a peterra, of who was... Or, if, in reality, had had had been to what he had been to what he had about to Isabel... ...had a little in that vision that was aterrava, to paralyzance to paralyzarn us. What I felt in my pecho that day,

when I will forget it. I will never to see it. At the day the next I was there. There, but no way to accuse it,

to explain that we know that we had something to have had to what had passed to our middle.

At the third day, the new for a moment he went and she was her mom for her for her. and never regress to the school.

A peter that we're in the cycle of the school was changed to a new school in the city and, in the city. And, of actually, no I've got to be able to integrate me to the group of Margarita,

but, after what we've lived, and that was that we'd just to us two, almost all the recesses. Terminamos and just for

aparted us and just just as two. The last few months we have to go to the patio during the recess until the MEDO to be there. The other than I,

I prefer to take a new long that made to spend 20 minutes before that pass by that Calley, for the second-a-for-the-mere to that man of a rostroaroso to the Lerlo-lejo. Margarita entered a school distinct and

little, our contact was reducing the inter-cambio of a video of Facebook and felicitations of the birthday-a-year-a-year-a-o-o-o-o and, I'm not much, and, I began to have dreams with Isabel,

and with the vision of that man at the long, a image that still me aterrava, a past that I'm a adult and that arreunable my days for complete when I'd ever to

dreamer with him. And in those days a madrugada, to that of the four I was a message of Messenger was Margarita In the message

Inclued a Inlac Ano notice that probably Some of course Some of course Before, in an accident of an auto

It's Juliana Decid the message And no I asked How is that he was I know because The note No mention about no man. But for the morning, no alcohol involved in the accident,

said the report. Only a girl who apparently, he lost the control of his vehicle and he was he wasreled on a front of a mure of contention at a high-velocity. In that note on Facebook, some imbecile, some curious, that's acerco to the accident and he took, no-se-for-ke, a photo of Juliana,

of her body, She was the comments. When I was, I quit it before to be able to recognize something more than a body completely

destroyed. I suppose that the type rapidly was reported and blocked to make it to make it. Because I

no, I don't top me to talk me to that horrible image. I'm

to ask how you knew Margarita of who was I was really, I'm

I feel a fear to ask if I've been I've been I've been or if it has been to see, I think that it was an accident, but I do a fear

irrational, I think that that that man, that that that thing could have had something completely irrational

infundated but that no me he can't live. I know can be ridiculous I know that many are

to say that not to with the group or with the thematic of this channel, but thanks for permit me to express it. That great help for me, over all, every that I'm, observing me,

but the sufficiently lexas, but so sufficiently lex for not to be to recognize her rostro.