Relatos de la Noche - Esa Macabra Mujer en el Árbol (historias paranormales)

Episode Date: September 27, 2025

Este episodio de Relatos de la Noche reúne cinco testimonios distintos en los que lo cotidiano se cruza con lo inexplicable. Desde historias familiares heredadas, encuentros nocturnos en calles comunes, hasta sucesos inquietantes dentro de la propia casa, cada relato va construyendo un mosaico de experiencias donde lo paranormal se insinúa en los momentos más inesperados. Son narraciones cercanas y personales, contadas por quienes las vivieron, que invitan a la audiencia a ponerse en su lugar y sentir ese instante en que la realidad deja de sentirse segura. ¿Te atreves a escuchar? — 📖 Ya puedes conseguir nuestro libro en librerías físicas y digitales. Búscalo en tu tienda favorita o sigue el enlace: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/ 🎧 Disponible también en audiolibro. 🖤 Gracias por ser parte de esta comunidad.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Very good nights, my great community. Thank you for letting us to get us a new edition of Relatos of the Night because we have reunied for you five stories of horror that are from the passos of a phantasm,

from apparitions spectrales, to moñecoes that seem to cover in the night when they feel that nobody those see. So,

so, we're just that we'll enjoy of the next episode, apag the light, and let you to get to get you to get me.

Let's getrater in the stories. You're listening Relatos of the night. Hello,

Hello, Community. I'm called Melanie, but this story not is my mother. It's of

Colombia and my abuela is a little little bit of Antioquia. Since that was a little bit of

many things strange because I've been in a house that was in the mountain very

awayed of all. To go back to that house, the people, there had to come to go to 20 minutes for a

way of a car. She always says that those cases solitaries, in the alto,

are the most guarding things. She me was that she's

little she had been a thing that I could be not a different, more this

type of things than the things than the the spiritual and the unknowled was

more closer to one of the one of the last time you know, it was a time when I

was about her mother's hermanns. She's used to do you all the nights to

the night. It was a custom sacred. Encendian a bell, and they were to

the camera and they were in the rest of but that time in the way

to rest with the emotion, the nines, my abuela and other brother,

they were just being playing, ried and they were to be there a vis-abuela. The

vis-abuela was very strict. She was used to call to the attention and

he was and it had that they were to be to get to the

house. As you not they did you do it, he made, the door,

and the he was the patio, and the through the door. Afwery the night was dark, apeness illuminated by the luna, and I saw that

silence profound of the mountains. The house, for that was entwere was of a one one little piece, and very distinct as they're now. The pieces

no were divisions with doors like today. Addentro was the cell, where there was a newbelecito and also

two camas. No, there were corridors internal, but one had one out the passigilito discovered,

where were the moules and the commas. Just at the front in a space of a

catita separated, that was the kitchen with the lavadero, and a fogon of

a leon that was always the room, and a piece with a piece with two

connected to the water. My abuel and her mother and then

then they were still after that they Pronto v. They were a

long a little. It was a little, like were a manned to the co-oge- and the

appearance of being made to be made to retasos. At the first they were

his imagination, that not they were not they're there, quiet, observantolas, like if

someone had abandoned there, and it was a place, which was completely

impossible. To be it was They were not even Evening After the figure Appeal Aftrace a little

In a movement In direction Tohiel Toh They're Thinker It was a Confusion

That was Only the But But he To make Afts A fast More

Passo Passo Passo Every More More They They're

To They're For far Rorgand in the Bissabuel That Let's

To be enter, but she no less I thought. I thought that they were thinking a fear of

that they're just out of the that they're to get them to get them to get into that they're

to learn the lesson. Meanwhile a figure still was a close was

a moeco but conformed I was it was to have something

on it like not caminara all all all if it

was that was that My abuel and his hermases were in the door with

a while and saying that there was something that I'm going to the muke was a few pastos

when at the vice-aubla opened. The missabella went and and after of them the patio

and the pastio and it's a room she said, she said that no there was

that night nobody did you never to talk but the The truth is that, that day,

every time that my vis-avula reunia all to rest, the little the kids, it was quite, and the

fear they had been made marked. Maybe, to comparison with other stories that circling

for here, this not suenna like the most atteradoer. But I think what

the is that was only one of the many many experiences paranormal

that my mother lived in that casita, because she life, there have been an infinity of things inexplicable.

For this story is just one of them. Because my family and, especially, my abuela, have been very sensible to the paranormal. And the truth is that there's much more for to tell. I'm going to keep on little, these experiences with you, community. For now, I'm gladysed much for having heard. Hello, O'Olluri, Community RDLN. My name is Ferr Correa. I began to hear from the year for suggestion of an

friend, after that I told what I succeeded and that I'm for relatars. I'm going to tell this story because I think it could be a kind of a catarsis. Until before what I'm going to narrate, was someone completely sceptic.

No, had never an experience near to the paranormal. I had heard about some other people, some very certainas, but never those I really in serious. I always thought

that these things passable aparted, in cements, in cemeteries, hospitals, schools, or places that for-sit-of-sit-for-sit have been fomas to be tenebroso. For that's still

still even to understand what I succeeded. I'm in Guadalajara, in a colony of the zone industrial, roadied of

fabric, camions, and trailers. I had the custom of going to go to come to my perro very late,

the one or two at the madrogada, over all the days, every time. Never me

no, and I felt sure with him. The ironic is that this occurred around the 9 of the night, a hour in that still there was a lot of movement for there. Caminable for a a alley andch of double-sentence. On one side, there were

houses, and the other, Fabricas and Bodegas. Not was a county very transited, but also was deserted. Some of cars passed, and in the corner, a pair of people

were crossing. I was trying, leaving that my perro lear to allier it was a sabbado I remember that I scutchewa I remember that I'm gonna some cases had luses encendidas

the one ventana I'll hear the radio of the television and other the voices of a reunion familiar all right it was a day a little

a 25 meters where was where I'm a high frondoso in the that never had repaired a mask that my perro

always was detainee, I advanced away, distraided with the partied, until that something. In the middle of the frondah, something seemed to reflect the light. At the first I ignored, but, at a few more I could distinguish it more. It was a person. I detuved and I, what was there was the silhouettes of a woman, much high. I would say that, of almost two meters.

His aspect was strange, VEyehavenated, with the pia wrugated and a black grisaceo. The body, fragile, but with a vitality that not corresponded to her appearance. For a moment I thought that was a moucheon, a bulto, whatever that my eyes confunded with a figure human. I was a little more and I saw her with clarity. a woman, a snud, sucia, with the

cabello senissue and enraged, the senos the skin flaccid, in the brazo had what I saw a mark or tattooage that pothiottied against the

ramas of the arbor. She looked to the side of the houses, immobile. I looked at the back

to see if there another but no, so risa out of that house, the partied in my

auriculares and the car normal. When I I greged the mirro, I saw my completely tense, with the

view clavoured in it. Tire of the correa, but he was to gruner back and profound.

In that instant, the woman turned to and she responded, responded with a grunied.

A sound that more than that more than that's I was, in the body,

in the the piece, in the person, my perro no apartable the mirabed,

and that what I looked to him, then I mirro to me. His eyes were negros, penetrantes, her rostro inexpressive.

Movede the head of the man as who who played with a dad while that grunied changed to rhythm to sound for moments like words incomprehensible.

The sensation was insupportable. I began to retoceder without the spalda, my perrower and the pyrroletor

and of a sudden that woman was over of the arbor with an agility impossible for its appearance. It slid for the tronco

of six or seven meters of a altitude, and all caught a whewed a quixito, that now was he sonable

like the old and it was a little was he wasom the head but at the little bit of it was

not a then he was to go to go ahead to the front of the carie. His way

to move was the person normal, but with a rapid surprise surprising.

I was in direction contrary, even without the back of a car that's a carmion of route and I want to

think that someone I'm a woman snoda to get to the way to the

train. I did get to get to get to the barred just to the

house and I'm with the heart of the feeling that that's

that night I'm didn't I'm the image of that

woman going to be on the arbor one and other once in my head. And the days the next were normal. Although the fear no was to me

quitable. I'm went to go to that three months after I was something that he made

more more more than more than was about the novenarios of a young that had been a

accident just in that the carie. The coach in the that I went to his friends

was strew and even all were hered. Only she had just her her life. Maybe it might be a coincidence, but I don't know I don't think.

Since then I've also not yet to pass out of the night, and every that I cruised and saw the foggats encendid by persons that live in the street, I recall that night, I think that that

woman, or that was, could still, maybe, still, there, over the arbor. Thank you,

for to continue for here. Recurda, if still not is subscribed and you have to this moment of the episode, should be part of this community and subscribe to the RELATUS A Noct, for that you don't you get any one new episode, or a single new

history. Recurrecta that, as always, in the description of this episode, you'll find out of the Correo to enviarn us your own story, the enlace for our social, and that you see as also where there,

and also where can buy our book of the night. Aung there are some of

some more you know, but not you go to do you go to be more more stories

this night. I'm I'm Ugo Vilees, I'm I'm here and I'm share of

some years. It's not easy to tell, because I'm put in the skinned

but there's my story. After six years We were just in our department. All came when we were going to have our second baby.

A day, like any other, we're going to go to the call on the entrance a little bit more, a bowl of rarrow, like a senisa, gris. We're going to think. My wife said that he was to barred and it was into and I helped to recoges it and no we did more importance. But, after there, there were things that no They had an explanation. First,

it was the television on the first we'd have the car, then the lights that were in the kitchen or in the time when we'd

more than sure's to have had been all the first we'd trybts to convince us to we'd have been

that someone was too probably. A'n't a lot of that we'd not even that were

but with the time the things were up the level. What that it was to appear incendied in

house, not were the lights, but the vellas, the vellas the velas that had my wife

for all the house. Simply we'd and we were put and we're on the

morning, for example, the mesa the table was over covered of the

camera, as well, all the world during the night, but not

there was there there. It was more than that something we we didn't even we had something that was

a little bit of to be able to be able to be a new thing of my family my wife's my wife and I'm my wife in the

room in that we saw clearly like a figure a figure a little of a mania cruised rapidly to

the quarter of her and she met you we'll we'll see we're allused and I'd go to revisar

but my kids were stills atostated in the room, and the same time.

There's we're that if all was up up here we're in a little,

and especially my daughters. We were some days, we're we're doing for a

time to make sure and things and rituals and things and the different.

And when we're we're going to see a different. It was it was

all this The husband's he kept alone. It was clear that nothing was resolved. At the contrary, I was in the cell and I heard how behind her, a chair, a little bit more than

had arrapped to sit down just after she. I would have been difficult to believe to, a past of all, I'd be it been difficult if we'd have been

before the two, just a couple of nights after, as when, when, when, to do the

to go to to do not. That same sill was in the committs. Like if someone

who not could not to be, someone in the obscurity, he was up and then

simply the let's let's get it the chock demonstrating us that what we had we were

real. That we we were both, that there had no way to continue

there. My My husband no Kissohn't keep to get to get to any

minute more. In this moment we're we're we're we're

we're all and I'm know that we're we're to make that

all that's that all was but when we

went the day again, the lights on the other

again, it's was the confirmation that nothing that's

that we're we could we of that all or the final

we're in we're in since then after four years no no has been not ever

not we've got we've got the suer what that's that's that's it's

farro to the house and not to us a sometimes we're we're

the temptation to ask to ask to someone has had been

there has been something but we're we're we're

we're we what happened. There is another detail. During that time, our gato, that was part of the family and us accompanied always, he was still, he was still related to what was with what was paranormal, but we've lived all together and it was very very hard.

Until we still convinced that what happened in this department, never can't be able to explain scientifically. for us, of what is evidence, is of the existence of the paranormal. Hello, O'Reill, I'm Ashley. I'm 25 years and I live in Costa Rica. I have a little to hear a relato of the night, but I knew that was the space correct to let's all right this story that always has done a world in the head.

What I'm going to tell me, when I had eight years, in the time in that I had even a little bit of a mother in a a casita of a madera, in the center of alahuela. a house made for my abuel for my and I was a

time. I was a little bit of a little but a day I was always a lot of I decided

recostar me in the camera something that never I used to do my my quarter was the last of the house no

I had ventana and my camera was in a the skin. Recurred that my mom was cooking when me got to and I was

a moment, I kept dormied profoundly. So I with a arc of the light that was going

to be able to even to try to even if a rato I was to get to be

and I put to I'm to be the eyes. When it was

I got a only I noticed that I'm got to I'm a

little the corner to the side of man, I aferrava the

cobiha. I felt somolienta, like if me had done a little to do you,

and when I was the look at my arm and I saw, I saw,

I'm a thing that was a same in this corner, there was a sort of

a vortice of obscurit and from there, a creature me was haal a

even not me don't me don't me it even, I still I remember every

detail of his aspect. It was a little, of color coffee, with the body

flaco, orejas and long, his arms and were long, and was with cucklillas,

making the the rodillas to get to that arco to the

place, that he had had got to me I'm really

when I was when I was when I with all my forces. Me levanted and I went and I went to

and I was my mom. In that time I never never he never was I'mojada, of malas.

In that house there many problems. My papa was violent with her. There were discussions

and I me guardable almost all. For that I never I told what I

did that I sometimes I think that was a dweens that me

I wanted to a place to a little to do all what was in my house. But

others, others I think was a demonio that was a that was

that was to be that and to get that and Irastrar with

him. Never I'll know. I just that never never

never never ever to be to the house. Until

I think that something that's. Thanks for to hear my story.

A very a great a big a whole with the community. I'm

start saying that not I'm sure that this that's been a thing that's

not that's any I've got to no way. All right in the rancho of my family

paterna. A year on year we're some of my brothers and even to

my her mother has to have taken experience without any

explanation. I always I used always used his relato with curiosity, but also with asceticism, because never had passed anything, until that night.

It was late, and I was there to be a while of the door, trying to agarer signal in my cellar, to talk with an amiga. The air was fresh, so they'd hearlissue, and the place was in silence, as well as were in the rancho. De-reepent, I began to hear from someone caminable in a little space full of yerbass, and with a a little

the bayon. No were passes rapid, but lent, pesed,

and I could hear perfectly how the softs were under the people

were the that was there. I was I was getting I'm getting

I'm listening. Then, then, I heard clearly many times.

It was like if someone would want to give to you chist

for that that I was. My heart began to let me rapidissimo. Sentie a scalofry

to recorrent me in the spoled much and me moved to quickly, I'm met with my

court. I thought it had been one of my stutes trying to to get to get

to get because it was me it's me that you would be

badated so. So, so it I just me occurred the sound

to do to be not plans. My intention was to be to be able to get out of my Tio, to reclamarer in that same moment.

Discovered it in his broma. So, I kept there with the cellular in the man, but the heart still was accelerated, until that they were going to to go to the ban on to go ahead.

Decid I decided to the cellular grabbing to have to have to have to confirm if in reality was my Tio or no. When I regressed and revised the video. in the

gravation no see nobody out of not yet nobody absolutely nobody

didn't nobody didn't not even but so we're on

passes passes after passes many those that were

in that I did I did know that I could be my

my my I'm because to to get to

to have had front, I would have seen. Tampo could be my tias that were in the quarter of the other. If they'd have been out, also has had been seen from the

door. The only quarter that is the old room, and for that at the beginning I thought I was he was a little. With the light of my cellular, I went to revisar that provocable the sound, illuminating the area,

but no I saw absolutely nothing. The sensation of the vacillence was more than to hear the I felt a nod in the stomach, a fear that I could control. Decid I went to dream. For this point, I was too nervous.

When I entered my room, I told all my mom. And she said something that melo the blood. Asegure that me had seen accosted since a rata. That no saw that I was out there. That she saw that I always stood there. that he saw a bulte in my camera. At the morning

my mom and I had told to my tias what was when the husband of my my tio

me said that I said that I said who is who is like if he'll

be able to someone and he was to say to to say to to be to help me to be

to be to be he was he was profoundly dormied to until the day

to think that was an animal that provoked the sound but I'm not I'm sure of what could

have been because the pastes were so they were too pesado human what the

most me inquieter really are the the second video because there

there I there that nobody of the house that that

if someone was someone to be someone to be someone that

also that also that Thanks for Learme. And if someone

has a story similar of a pastes in the night where

no there's where no there's absolutely nobody I'd I'd

be that they'd be that they're too.