Relatos de la Noche - El taxi que llevó a un muerto y más historias macabras

Episode Date: February 28, 2025

Es hora de sumergirnos en la oscuridad. Vamos a adentrarnos en un mundo de relatos que desafían la lógica, historias llenas de misterio e inexplicables… que nos hace dudar de lo que creemos posible.Se los he dicho antes: más que intentemos ser escépticos, hay cosas que simplemente no podemos ignorar.Así que apaga la luz, déjate llevar y prepárate… porque ya no hay vuelta atrás. Ya estás escuchando Relatos de la Noche.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.

This what I'm going to tell passed in Ciudat Juarez, there for the years 90. No, it's my story, but the one of my papa, but I've heard so many times that I feel like my own property.

My papa had the custom to listen the radio in the coach, especially in the nights when you were at the time. There was a.m. One of those small that almost nobody synchronized, where the people

I was called for to pay songs and many are bowlers

or rancher that try are records or rancher other time. The program

was produced by my father, I was a night while was a

night he was a station called a woman her

voice was aback and like she was too

was very the cabina no they were not they were to find out they they were

they're but the woman not responded only was only said in silence one second

and then he gave importance it was normal that the people would be to change

to or simply simply were nervous to but the day

next my my father back again and that

did the same the time the the call of the same woman who impidio only the same song this time the

equipment yeah they had prepared it was put it on the air it was a rlego of the trio of the panchos the song was the locutor and his friend in production sentiardine a penas had put the first accords when in the line was a

He heard a thank you. Thanks. Although they were sure of having called,

it was a susrower, a penest perceptible, like if were in the song. It was

the sufficient for that was that they was the program followed

the song was, entered more calls with other

petitions and all was all until that the program received

one one was a woman he was he was the woman that had

had been his name the locator so he was a moment doing memory no he had done he

he asked the producer if he had the number or at least the number of the name had called

nothing no there no had register then then the

man in the Line said something that I go to a cabin elated.

Is that that was that my mother Tita? The locutor no

said and she was waiting to continue my her my

her last the last the said the man

with a tone strange like I not I'm to

think he he never to be our song

me he he was when we were when Before to do not.

The locutor intended to respond, but no knew to say, to ask, to the

woman, if I was listening, that would say, that would say to that they were,

but no, they were to receive a call of her. The cabina

is kept in silence after to call, nobody knew

how to explain what had passed. When my father

to the friend, the producer, if it had been armed, if it was a montage for the program more interesting, he he he he he was not, that the call was real. Mantoo that version, until his his death in 2018. And, until the day of today, my papa still cregiening that that night, Tita, the

senior, called from the more just to despeed to her No, no, impossible that a story that has to be with the radio, no us affect in a special. No, they're in a community. It's hour to submergird us in the security. We're going to addrars into a world of relato that defiant the logic. Histories full of mystery, inexplicable, that us make sure to do that we're able.

So, I've said I've said before for more that we think we're sceptic, there will

there will there are things that simply we're going to be able to be so you

do you prepare and let you get to get to because there's no more

after because you you are you you're in the next relato

of the night I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

I'm to write to write to tell you this that I passed in the 2020, in the first months of pandemic. It's a story terrible like others that have told, but to me me made with a sensation horrible. Until the day of today, I still

without the day of all, I think, what I was what happened. In that time, as much all the day in house, my friends and I we were just for video-allas in the nights, for less pesada to get a quarantine. They were times

long, of various hours, a veces, literally only with the camera encendid, while every one did their things. I don't know

if they sound very, very rarro, or if there someone more that has done that's done, but we

were we were in those, almost I was always always I connected from the

computer in my room, but that night the battery was a point to be

to get to the time, I did the time, while I went to the

to cook to prepare me to eat. Sin embargo, I felt that I was playing the conversation, so I connected from the cellar and I put it in the

table, watching my friends, while I was my dinner. That time in the call- only was my

friend Erika, my friend O'Racio and I. Erika, was a moment because he entered a

call of his mom, and O'Rasio, that had much a time, and he took to go to

prepare to a coffee. I was just in the video-jamada, mirrored looking at the screen without a entire

in that moment the cameras of Erika and Oracio were still on the rooms, most trying to

not I got something when I did a of Erika at the first I knew that it was something

was out of the place like if vibrara like if the image was at a point

to move I was he looked at his court in the the panel. There was a sombra, a somber in the mark of the door. No, it was Erika.

It was a person of a foot, a penumbra. I was set up the screen, and I was trying to see more. The figure

no, he was just was there, as if he was observing to the call to write to

write to write to of a repent, in the screen the cellular, something something more

called me attention. Something in my own own the camera of my computer

continued in the video-chemy, and in the image of my room, in the

room, in the corner, there was a car, there was a

face, but I was there, a face, a large a ,

as if I was looking directly to the camera I'm I'm going to the cellular my my house

was a house was to start it was a second in reaction in obligar me to get me

to get to get and the door was open like it was I'm

I'm with the heart with the heartian no there

no the computer I I was being sented. I I approached and looked at the screen. The video-

call still still was active, but the image of my room of my room and in the corner of

the window the right where I had seen the but I'm now the figure seems to be more

more more alhada to the camera to my back to start the computer

to the computer to immediately me I kept in the the rest of the night. I don't know what was what I saw

what I saw. I don't see if what appeared in the house of Erica, of some way, it was then after my

court. But since then never ever ever to leave a video-chamated when I was only,

for the fear that something that something, and also I've got the doubt community.

You think that, like, as they were doing it for telephone. now there are energies that

can travel to one side to another a travel to the signal of internet the only that is that since I've never

had never any experience rarer and I've evered to hear nothing of the normal this story

me was my papa and always me said that one day me to get to the place

that me to me to the house and it and it's I was never

I can be a only detail when me it was and every that time that night

he was in the same serious he was not quite notableablement not even I'm my

papa Tomas Alberto Gutierrez Alvarez was a taxiista almost his life

and when the money was a very very very worked

I'm working at 20 hours continuous a a sometimes he'd

get a home to come he was that he was that I'm he

had but he said that no other, and my mom also I also had been back after the 12. He was back to the last year old that had made out of the center, so long that decided that for that night it was sufficient. I was so tired that I felt the eyes

pasted and stuiled in your mid, and the only in what I thought was in getting to house to do to dream, but when he passed for the entrance of the panteon municipal, he saw a silhouette alzading the man. At the beginning

no he was than other other more than the pasting, always that

someone he said a problem, he was he had been without what he

did he was normal, that he would get to a direction nearer that he was in

the house so he he said he was so he had been he was

he was he he was he No, alcohol, nor cigar. Like many of the passengers that had those passengers, that had ever, a tear mojada,

an odor, a lot of penetrating, like when it wascava in a camp after the jubia. And not only that, it was soo, demasio, not socio.

No, he had fified well at the beginning, but, conformed it was to reojo in the the face, it was a matter

that the man seemed to more and more covered of the time every minute that was

like it was a roll down the before my papa started to feel to feel it's

incoo at the time it was that was that was the moment he was

he was he was he the whole and the feeling that something

that something that was not you didn't he was tranquil. The man no

said any one word in all the way. When my papa was detue to the house.

It was a little with the windows and the reds and the earth that was the grietas.

No, see any a only a light on the sun the passenger back was

without a quick and he began to the door. My papa was kept

waiting to enter to go to one of a way, no

it I don't know it had paged, but then a repent the the man was detoured in sec, and

he was no, wait, no, not he going to go to go to that he

did that he saw to come to the house. Passed a few the silence was so

profound that he was he did to do that he was there no there had a

no way there no way, no the bris alada the madrugated and the sensation of that

something of that was a lot. A moment after, the man was a little a man. Kese with the

change, entregnorsal. My papa took the money and he said, just wanting to go to

go to the first possible. He saw the man to come to the house

while rancava, but there was a way in the form of the

way to the He moved Lento, rigid, like if his articulations not functionar

well, as your body not had a life. In all the trajectory

to work, no, he was to think, on what was the he was a

type of but the sensation not the sensation not he was the billet

was a badgerient but valid that was what he

was what he was when when my my father, he

kept sat in the mess, view it not he did he not the

he'd do you know, or if simply should have

to consider to what was real. I just knew

that I never never more. That story not

she she told many many times always with the

same sure that that was the that was not

a passenger no was of his story. His grand lament was to have

got to have got to get to be the billet. But I said that when you do you can't

do you know to have a money to the suit. My papa and we always posposed

that the paste to get to that house, the to show

me to let me not I'm not able to do. But I want to

I'm here, to share this with you to tell you with you. That's that you keep in relato

of the night for the mind of all of you my father still my papa

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we're we're more stories this night. Good nights. What I'm going to salute to you and to say to

all the community. I'm going to read my relato, because I've heard you've heard about it. I've heard every one of

your relato since more two years, and me moccioning much for to find to share to

see, all you even was a little little I'm very little. I don't have my family.

Segun them I had a friend imaginary. A new a little a little a little

and with who had without while hours. At the first everyone,

all they were a thing that the young but I was that I

did that the little was not in imagination. Much times

my mom was I was all being to be saying I'm

to be a house to a person to the also,

I mean a boy, only that he was a person, precious. For me, it was the

most normal of the world. In this time we've in the house of my abuelo

my abelito that in peace he always that every that was that

every time I was a man in the sillion, in a sillon in a cello

that was the then my abuel, he said to my mom that

the soledadad could try to cause bad. I've said I'm a little

first daughter and my wife in the family so that's

that's referred but a little after was my brother

and when he came all all a of

four days and my first he and we

we we're we we're we the things are

things were things were insignificant. The television was apagued solo, the volume of the music, back without without, things

without that, finally, something more serious, occurred. One morning, my tia, the menor, despertoe with a terrible dolor of the head, and a commonson insupportable. When they revised, what he

was over, they discovered that had a little trance in the part back of the cabello. The most strange of all is that it would have, without that nobody had done

the way the most extra new is that they could desacel when finally

they were the the the the head was like

they were put they did do even even with

even but nothing solution was to cut However, for the nights, these

these werevented and they'd bellow. Every that a priest was a baddecy the house, the successes were a time,

but always they'd. So, passed those years, until my papa bought a house just front of my

abelos, and there, there, there, he was my pasadilla. I had a dream

recurrent in that some that I was a point to I was to trap me, I restable the Father N'atine. The most strange is that no Latin, and I see that oration in that

idiom, but in my dream always I always said to the perfection. So, then, I'd liberate me to get me only then I'd bewaretable, with the fear most profound that I've seened in my life. Pase so,

around a year, soniing the same all the same. Before to do I, I was and I said to God that night not had a passadillas, but the fear simply not disappeared. A the 14 years,

I'd terraced to dream solo. In that house, community, I'd love to see the little I, but this time I was just I'm, now, all we'd see the little.

Every time we were in the table, the little were sent down. Every time we were in the mesa, we'd be it out of a través of a reflection in the

ventana sent out of a bank also we're we're going from it's not from the

extreme to other and always those passes were in my court in this time I

had mascottas but in one of the walls in the part alt appeared a a lot

very very a lot but even if it had been been a cat

how I would to urinate in the high of the wall my abuela

maternal that I had had been other things he he

he was for me and hung a and the and

the that the the the the and the

and I think that I'm the so the dreams

they're not not they're doing and I know

I'm after I after I'm "'Quisas for the emotion of the enamoramomeration "'or for some other reason, "'during some months I forgot of all.

"'And just when that time "'you didn't have been in my mind, "'occurrulled something that made "'her do you know about. "'One night, Hector, "'and we were seeing "'Peliculars to my quarter. "'In a mess,

"'tone a jowlero with some "'and of them "'so one of them "'sololol one, my anillo favorite. "'Ector's a lot of much and with a just reason. Ambus we saw the anews and then it was held

the floor violently. It was like if had been caught, like if it had roded, it was up, and then it was with

with fear. Even with that, decided to get to with me to come to me to turn.

When it came to the door, it came to the door, even trying to convince me that,

I surely there an explanation logical that I could find out of the television while I thought I'd

never even to be able to see a but I was I was in front I was I was born when I was

when I waspert to be to beckar the television I don't move me and to get the

minder the there was there was without movingse mirs mirand me

fichamently from the cell of my the school. The little

the little when I did recover to make the movement the only that was

to be going to go to get to get to calm me until we're

still that we're a struend in my court when we've to

we've we've the the side to the other

end the the The fear us invader to us so that

us used to be in he's over he's six years and I'm not a little

we're not we're in the night of the night of the night no so much

for that we're to move to my town I've I've for

six months after after that after we we're

we we're a little but the energy was

per if you were in the the same you

were at I was in the quarter and I was a doctor but he never had

got to be the sofa he said he said he had heard he said in moments

in which I was I was I'm done and so that went to that was over

a year until that came my sun until came I'm

in October of 2022 as we're we're four counting

our perro we we need we we're we We found a casita

and with all ready for the mudanza. We passed our last night in the apartment. And it was that night

when I for the last time. I remember that was done but I looked for to arrasar

to Hector. No, I was so I did. And there I was a sombra

sentada to me. I was how lentiment I was the head to see me.

His Her rostro, her rostro, his rostroreder, like if if it were like it, like if it was to

be a fire, my only reaction was to be able to the sabanas until

that it after the day and I asked, I was a night, but me said

that I've been there all the time, to be that I'm that that,

was the last that I did you know know that I'm that

I'm for that. A salute to all of and much thanks for

to learn and a great to get a man, a great friend of

my husband, that I know is very fan of the night.

That have good good night. The nights on the

night. I've much time I've many long with

my little I'm only ten years and now

that you have three we and enjoy it together. Always have spoken the stories

that here are the time I've thought in having been one of the that's that has marked my family.

Finally, I decided to do it. This story was my abuela. We're we're from

one of the zones more of the area. Before that all all of all the place of

the way chakras and the factories of parisions and soceses paranormal were common. In that time my abuela lived alone, but all the nights after the work, passed to visit to my Bissabwella. It was a habit that

never rompia, a despite that in those years no had alumbraud the public and the streets were completely as curses when the night. The only light provened of some vellas encentied in the windows to the houses. My My abuela told that at the 6th of the afternoon, a man recurried at the

zone with a lampra, illuminating his way. For so never he'd be still very tardy. I mean,

that when he was significable that it was the time. But one a tardy was the count to the count,

to the night, when he saw, he did count of the hour, he prusura to beard

to beard and yet his mother he kept mirandol in silence. There was something

rare in his expression, to something that made to be taken to this night. No, you know, you don't you go,

not you know, my abuela and asked to her mom because, he said that something was not

was a bad, and she said, she said that she was just he said, she was,

you know, you can't, you know don't contestes, no volt-e's, but mom responded to

my abuela, that no I don't you I'll tell you. I go to front of the house.

And when when I get to the door, first time my mother sent a scalofry recorriending

on the back, but then he was just he was to be she and thinking

that was that he was going to the foot in the street, I know, that was

he was that was much more more of normal. It was a free

distinct a sensation of a vacill. The first that was that in the corner, the

store that was always was open to this time was a car to there was

no there no was the sound of the grills, and the murmur of the

people in the house, the silence was absolute. Apert the

pass, no I just kept more more time when when

came when it was to come to the venita to his house, not know what else. In the center of this

there were no columbius of fierro, and, in the obscurity, she distingia a figure immobile. It was a

woman, or that was it was a woman, or that was not a stature or if was in cucklidias. The only

that was to see a silhouette rigid and his head inclinated. My aboela sent a nud

in the stomach, but When he defied the mirade and still caminandau, then something a little bit of the PIRNA. He oversalted

and mirro to the soil. It was a pietra. Al-so the view of immediate, waiting to

see a person, but there was nobody more in the street, nobody except that

that one that was that was that was that was that had moved any one

one my mother sent to a salo-o- a "'quering to go out of the park as well as possible,

"'and was then when he heard the voice. "'It was a susoroseco, a rasposo, "'with a tone tremoroso, "'comal of anian. "'But what the most let's arreised "'no was the sounder in the same, "'sino what he said. "'No, they said.

"'The fear was he clavoured in the pecho. "'For an instant he thought "'that his mind he was "'he was playing a malice, "'but the certainty that he was "'theirte to be able to deners. Her respiration was pulled out of the head. And, without to avoid it, heirred the head.

The silhouette was not in the columbios. The silhouette was a few meters front of her. It was a woman, completely of the black, with the cabello large and disordinated, covering the part of the rostro. The most perturbator was her skin extremely palid. The form rigid in that she sustained, as if no there would have nothing of her in her. The woman inclined her

head, as studying it. And then, with a sonrisa ample and antinatural, I would have to be with the same voice seca and rasped. And then, I smiled. It was too. My abuela, sent you that the world entire is so that around her, that the obscurity seemed to comersela, and the

ultimate that was the soil, free, And he was going to help me. When he wasperted, he was in house of her mother. I don't recordable how had yet yet yet. But some of the residents had been found, desmayed in the entrance of the street, and they were left to her house. My missabwela was still to her side, without

saying nothing. When my auntie, he put to talk to enter soyosos what I had seen. Her mother was heard in silence, and when it was just a little bit, I said. to do you I said but you've so much

never never told to talk but after that night my abuel never never went to

come to just after the nightseer after the