Relatos de la Noche - Especial Macabro de Semana Santa

Episode Date: April 21, 2025

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Hello, community. I want to know that I'm perfectly clear that this is a story of like those that counten here, like those that count in every week. But I think that definitely has something in her of supernatural. Aguanting with me. And is that every one campana of the church in Semana Santa, stay in where I'm,

I remember what happened to that year in the town of my abuela. I have 38 years, but in that moment, I had been a penance once. Yeah, has passed the time. Much of them think that you had to have over it but I'll explain to what happened. My Sopas us had given every year to pass the Semana Santa with the family of my mom

in a town, in a couple of hours, to the capital. Not very great, but all the world participates in the celebrations, from the busiacruces in the street to the representations that are those young in the atrio. The most important is always

was a Christ, a image very an image very important for the little to the people,

with the whole with the time. This Christ was was to all the

year in a little little a little one one of

a year the the year, the that that that

was that was that not a because he was a

little so that said a senior of the committee. The people had respect. Much respect and fear. Even. But that year happened something rare. I remember that the day's in the afternoon, we went to later on the afternoon to do. And the

men that were to carry the Christ also, around the figure. One of them, that was like the supervisor or the leader, said something that I don't understand all. But that me son, and inquietante. It's more pesed. I thought it.

I thought it was a way of saying that it was cost to work emotionally. But then I saw how they'd even like they'd even even though. And they'd

govlam the brasos. One of them was felled to back. And it was that it was it could be they'd be able

to get it like if someone was subjecting from from The father He was out of the sacristia and he

He's arco But no He said a sign With the head For the case For the same year For the image Kewa

Eveningled at the Platform All were But nobody said that Something that was But they'd They'd

They'd That'd That night In the house My Abuela Alley Alley same, although

a bigito. One of my Ties said that that had passed before. It had many years.

That when the Christ not was a signal that something was a bad about in the

people. But nobody knew the reason. That year nothing was to be different.

At the day the next they did you do you do that other people

and the procession occurred as always something something something that

nobody can't no there Even though the children were in calliads. The people came in complete silence mirrored to the soil, as if the respect

to have been converted in MEDO, Unicamente, when we'd then, District Federal, I asked if we'd we'd get around

my old but my father said that no. That's, that we'd now passariams on the other other side.

I don't see for that, for what it was with the figure. Never they were. But, since then, we have to go to the people, at least in Semana Santa. Now, as a adult, I don't do I go. I'm going to the play on the vacations of the primaver.

Although, stay where I'm, I'm going to go to Mice at least one time. And the campanas. The campanas, no less I'll forget. Very good nights, and be welcome. Welcome to this little special of Semana Santa, to this recopulation of stories that have a relation with these feches that spiritual, so important, or even succeeded in the mark of them.

These days are very important for many of us, because even there are people who, who, since being so credent, it uses for reflectionar. And, although not all the people that are listening, create in the importance of these days. CREANME.

That world that not can't see. The spiritual is more closer to us in times like these. Dicent that people put their faith in something, when so people create,

they're open doors. And so I want to that they're very present the doors open this night. Much of much with what you're going to hear.

It's moment to enter in the stories of this night. Let's desire tranquillity, much tranquillity, and that not the next

protagonists of relato of the night. I'm called Julio. And this story passed a few years, but every week that I have taken in the head

like if it was said to year, over all I've seen that I've heard of the program, and they're stories related

to these days, stories that sometimes are aterodorus, contrasts with the ideas that many they have,

but not with the my, not with my records. Although I intend to not think much in the experiences atterradoras that I've have been. Some like this

are back on the oldest constantly. Like this, this record that is a little to feel like the air of the

night, and over all the night, because a person there were a strange silence. I'm of a country of Sackatecas,

one of those places where you almost no I live nobody young. Yeah

have years so. During the year, all is calm. Cases houses

and but when they're in these feches, the people like revive

a little. Reyes the kids, the not you are the notas, the

processions. And the tracions and there's also can rasterastering stories of

things that just can't be back. When and then, you went the children

to do with the year. That year was special because my two good

my mom and Adrian, also were the people. The three we were together,

but we separated when we started when we started. We got we had

passed. And as when we're we're not we're not we're we're getting us that we're

that night, after the procession of the We'd have to be here those caminatars of when we'd go back with a lantern in the hand. Adrian was the

he proposed to go the alley inpedra that subes to the old of the people, to where almost nobody lives. There are just

a few casas in ruins, a capilla without a cross of a pietra in the earth. But it has a very beautiful of the place,

of the whole people. We had to see it for complete, to to be able to when we'd go back to

go. The air was quite quite, and all was all the whole was like the

whole whole had done and it was there when we were down to the manned, a woman of a monge, but, completely of

no, it was not even seemed to breathe, I was with the head Ligeramintzied, and the Brasos Peked to

CERPetka, as if were in penitency. In that moment, no's not there was not

the call of the gritches. Nothing. I don't know how time we kept us

there, mirandol. No, we'd not have pesterniar. After the the man

did a pass to the capilla. Pusua a man over the wall of a peterra,

like if was to something, and then he was Heirled, Lentamintam to start to to walk

to the Cerro. No I'm going to say that disappeared, but if was in the

night. No, we're we're doing but we're paralyzed. It was Memo who

was able to talk to first. You're also you saw, right? A sent him.

And in a place to go to go, we're for some we're reason, we decided to

continue it, a certain distance, but we we made to him. When we came to the part where we

had been last, he had been not there, no, there had seen, any, there had

seen a back, we've got to say a word, then we ,

then we're that night none of three could do do not the morning next

we were with the profe, Leandro. He was had had given geography

in a secondary, and and, to be our professor favorite,

with the only that we'd a lot of we're in the only all the stories of the

people. He asked if there had a tradition of the men dressed

in the Christmas Santa, if there was any any

other or some group religious at the first we know

with with disconfian and but when Memo mentioned

the capilla that we had been seen the The professor, he

He said, Ah, there's a Abrava in the cabilla. That's what they've been not new.

Every certain time, someone says that it's the penitent. Others say that's the Spectro of

the Vierna's but what many we're the that's people that still

that don't know we know that they're that they are to that they're for

the profe Leandro us He told that when he was a little, his abuelo about a secta, a hermandat, that even

was active since the time of his abuel. Imagine's it. He said that was a group of the

people of that were in secret during the Semana Santa. Not were monks, but they

were bestian as far as their own their own their own the them, they were

they were a knowledge more an old, that the silence was part

of the pact. There I asked that a pacto with who, and the professor Leandro was

encuged of the homero. Look, something I could say. Not was with the same God

than we're not the other. Some are that it was a secta, that adorable a little,

more old, more more of course. Others think that simply were men who were apart from

to Catholicism to create their own their form

of but they were there was the a little, the

something that he's to get to get to and you know, and when in days

like this, the people say that one of them down, well, the

capilla. According the prof, not was the first that someone was the recently,

and almost in a Christmas Santa, always, that's

in a silence absolute. Some some are sure that are specurors,

that the apparitions that coincide with things in the people, but there are who are people still alive, that is conformated

even by people of the people, that all we know us, or even the other version, that are men that are that are in years between the ruins of the people of the old. The only true is that

nobody, nor the Prof. Leandro, has a response definitive. He asked us if nobody was to see to see to see what

they were to met us. How you know is real? Responded the professor with a

question. Who knows to where could get to? That's the commentio no,

because we've we've tried. After that we've got to go to our vacations

like but every night we're in the same in the monk in the

area, in the silence, in the form in that took that the

piece to that was a Adrian, for example, he kept with the idea of that was a spectro, a figure that

reputed a penitency that never termino. A phantasm. Memo is is convinced that he was a person

a member of the secta, that the Remandat still alive and that we're we cross

in one of those rituals I I, I, I, I,

I'm sure of what I'm, Hello, Dear Community, I don't see if this story

is a enough for you for you but I'm to put it even to you know

the time. It's a something that was a little and the curious is that for

many years I thought that was only that only a story. Me

he was a man I'm a man who didn't the old Although not was a parent

my brother and I we saw you be weiamos as a little a while. I'm always in his bankito with his corra of quadros

and his coffee in the man. No, it was not the hour and the climate. It could

be a cold of the and Don Pablo had a coffee. He

always was telling stories because the people of the we're

we we're we're not there no there no

there more with us me He was told stories of phantasmas. For those, it was more reserved. Like if those relato

not were for all. Never said numbers, nor adorned much. Me said the things like if were not sure, like if it had been yesterday. But one of the Semana Santa,

I asked if he not went to the processions. He was the only adult that he knew that, and he said that he had been here. That's so years prefer to get to

and there was when me told the the next. He said that when he had 20-tantos, I'd with her mom in a house a little of the

house of the street where was the busies. In that then the poor was much more chico,

and almost all of they were one of the things more important to the year. Salian

to come to the church from the cross in the cim of a cerrito, representing each station.

Don Paolo me He said that during various years, just before the amazer of the Bermanes Santo, I'd hear of his house, passes lent,

of many people coming to the same rhythm, like if were a group little marching in silence, but not was the hour of the procession.

No, there was music, nor people talking, nor kids running, only passes in the madrogated.

One day he was up for curiosity and opened the window, but no nobody. The street

was a It was just the passos stills on the same on the same to the house and and he

alhands to walk to the serrito what rarro said he was that not he was

he was the one of many many had mentioned the same but nobody

wanted about much about because said those those were

an advertency like as that viacruus was another

for another for the counterpart of the And so

passed the years. Don Pablo was used to not to get in the madrucats of the

night of and it's closed up and it was in silence and he was waiting to be

all the night, and the people, they were that a young of a

little a little that a other of other of he had said

to hear those passos, that procession invisible no had had gone to

his house, after after after the vigil of the jubes.

I was only I'm and she thought that she had had had been with a

time, and I didn't know. They were all the all the people, in temples,

in the serrito, in the colonies in the colonies, nothing. In

that then it was not like that the people disappear

for the crime organized. In that this was

very very that someone of the nada disappear without a rastro.

A those few days, someone said that he had seen walking

on the serrito just before the emanaceer. But they were

they did you for days, for days, for months, Don Pablo

me he was even he was like if he had had done

something, he he said he still he said that he said they

said he was a young but he said a bigotte like of Peter Infante, that was a good person. Aalco he said

that had to be with the passes that they'd and he said he kept and I'm sure to hear those to hear them

to see to see some but that something in his interior he said that if it was that I'm

I'd don't know I'd think that this story was a legend that Don Pablo me was

to to be to be asustermere, for that I'd beaselar in the vigils. But, but I see a pair of years, platicating with my his abuela,

that is more or less than that age, I asked, if she had known to the Turito, almost

convinced that only was a person in that story. She said that she, that in effect,

a man, he said, disappeared during Semana Santa and that never knew what he It's what I've

Now, today that I've I'm the opportunity to pass these days in the public,

me da temptation to get me dispir to get me in the madrugated to

to come to see you see those those procession community

thank for continue listening this special of semanness tell

how they're going to how they're going to you're going to

hear after backations or in other type of days, but there will be to whom we're coming.

For that you remember that always, no important the day, no important the date, no important that it's a Navidate when nobody listen to the

night, no important. While there a person waiting us, with us, we can confiar.

Recurts also there is an in the description of this video, even there's some, and it's

moment to continue. with more stories this night Hello, I'm Pati Gutierrez. I'm from my program

from the February and since that I've done to tell many things that I've shared my have been

but it's that in special me does that I'm that I'm going to start with her my

my abuela my abel my has been 80 years and live in a little bit of

a When I was a little I was a little bit of her in Semana Santa me told that in her youths, they were to send limousna to cast in casa for the church.

Something had had done at the techo. No. I see if for the jubias or for the years, but the father said that

not was to celebrate the misa of the dominoe if not was a day before the that was the

and that all had to cooperate with my aboer my old old was a olde was aodient, very catholic

like all her family and of those of the little that's always I'm trying

in the church, where it was always always, and I'm with the

youngs of that's age, and for that's the more young, was that

he took to go to the house most the those that were

the people, and the mountain. Between those there was

one that's there was a construction big a whole

grittated with the part of the parton of the humedad that

yeah neither he's a woman a woman a woman a

very major to the that all they were to be nobody never

no no that's they said to do you and that

she had been in a man in the and that

they didn't know no no no she was

all all the time and the people that was

he said that he said that a sometimes was

said there like, I'm just a something, or

a little. My abuel not wanted to get to get to the

house. I'm didn't try to do it, it was it was the

correct to me said she the father, he was that he was he could

be to tell you to get to get to yeah. Because I was

to be to pay a for the question to say to that

I'm the door the door was he was going to be not brought

the church, scopiending the word without sinned to say that the father

was the devil, that the misere a man that all was going to

putry. My abuela went and and he was to get

to the town where she found one of the one of

the had passed and all he said that he said that

sure he had been a sure that the woman only

was only was she regaigning for having alone to that house, the father of

the church also he did he he's he made to visit all the house, but he

no he said nothing more. What nobody knew, what my mother me

was that that was that day I sentia that the woman that she had,

that she was that they saw around the the house, that was that was

that was that wasomable the church during the Ressos, although

nobody more seemed to not to not to the she not to

imagine things, that she was only the that she was the

she was to be to be the night she, he

was not very very present always, always present

always, always, present always the night of the night of

my her abuela no put to doorme, not for what he had seen, but for what he said,

from the room, he said, words rewultas like the she said, a little letania

torsida, she assumed for the venting, the light of the car, full of

the same in the rupor and the bulto was the bulte was made, it was

the time of a little, or of a, or of a man the abhito, the

abuela, trembling of fear of trying to not make any real to make that she

not were to hear of that she was where I'm that he knew, he's

she was in the next year, my abuelita was house for

question if someone had had a animal, a

a chivo, a something that could have had been

in the night a perito what was that could be

that could be Nobody had heard nothing. And then thence the poor.

Corrieu to the church, he went to all the father, with the

eyes on the he said, he was she was that he was really, that he was the

he was he was he was only he said a one thing never to

come back your house she again for not have had

been but the Pardon of God. It was a very long for that my

my abuel never never brought over there. Until the day of when I

tell the story, back the voice when gets that part. He said that the

woman disappeared a any that nobody knew if

she was if they did it and simply she

made to not back to continue I want to

I want to give to the person that the the next story, the

ultimate of this episode of special. Thanks for being part of this family, of this community, and I'm going to listen with attention and invite a a brazo also

that's a even that's in the heart very clearly in your heart. I can't say your name because you

do you know this is this for you and for all the people that's that you that's sienta

that you that it needs This is the story Or the community of Relatons of the Night I'm I prefer

I'm, but I'm I'm 74 I'm in a Puebla capital Although I'm in a little Poubleto

That's a hour's more At the mountain Since I've been I'm I'm sorry

I'm My husband Foycees My husband And my It's the One of not

I don't I dare to ask them to because they're your work, but I'm I'm not many years

before I'm before I'm still. And since two, relats of the night has become

my company in the night. In all the moment for not sent me a lot.

For that I try to want to to this because I'm

I'm I'm I'm I'm with you, it's you're to

No, I see what I saw what I saw what I saw if it was a miracle or an or aviso, and I don't know if really it was in Jueves or in Viernes Santo, because I was a little bit of

eight or nine years, but the details I remember as as it had been a year. In the town where I were born

a year, it was a procession of the night. All the people had with a bellatoras, it was raised and she contable.

It was not like all the silence and disinterest. before, it was the

days. Even the new we're in much but that year was a year something

was a time, I remember that I was that's about a newble very never,

not like the brum of the morning. It was a nibble spesa of those

that one sit in the skin. The father of the parroki said that was a

man that was never never people participated with a

devotion. I don't I don't much of that that was a bit, but I remember that it was a frio, and that I felt a feo, not to be nothing to my allredder. I was with my mom, but also

had my perrita. It was a chafee, it was a chiquito, of edad and of the time. Of those curiousos, that always are looting all over, and for the nyeb, it was to me kept back. A-beces, I'd sometimes, it was allenta, but then it was a little bit. In a moment, between resos and cantos,

I did I got to that coffee not came to come to me. I detu and I'm

my mom no said out of the procession. I was I got on the pastos and

I meted in the nebla. No, I didn't nothing, but it was

he wia and shilling backito. When for the finally he I got

I was I'm I'm I'm not I'm was the process

the but at the I'd get to be some the lights veled and I'm

back to go to see a little to see the people who was doing that group

nobody nobody could be nobody can't coffee that you was more

he was he was to put to be nervous he he no I don't

want to I'm I met between the the I'm

I was agitio, I cauced me aghete for to tranquilizal it. And then was when I mirro I was around. No, I recognized to nobody. I sawyeras ladies'nors of

black, but not were the seigneurs of the people. There was a woman that was very much to Doña Macia,

the that had lived in my house when I was a little bit, but Do Nia Macy had been

when I had six years. I'm was to his entierro. and then then I my abuelo

my abuelito had been a year after he was he called Sechiel and he

was he was coming and he looked me with with serietad no

he said he was he went the man and with a gesture firm

me he's to as back back again again

you "'Regress at now.' "'I'm "'I'd get quiet. "'I'd carry to arrasar it, "'because, when "'morrow, no, "'deharm,

"'in' a ta'oot. "'Me had kept "'with that pendient. "'But coffee "'empe-and began "'withersed "'as' "'and it

"'in' me "'desperto. "'Me made a "'Wil a while "'and I came to "'lough I'm going to "'I'll gorearer. "'No,

"'but I'd "'he'd reoconose a "'hean'' "'hean'' Then I saw a farol, and for finally one of the main one of the streets principales. Coffee yeah

was going as before, felice, olfateating all and in that in that's we saw, we were coming

for ushousoused. I was had been looking with other other other people. I said that I disappeared

for almost 20 minutes. Never I ever I ever I never I never to tell

nobody in reality. I'd never me me crellered. And at sometimes me I'd have

a fear to tell it for what it's it's for what that was that procession.

Now that I don't need to find much to see to tell

to you to us for that that I know, for that it's a one

for that not that's that's that because I don't think

my family so it can't come that they're not never

be interested in my stories, because that night I saw those that went, coming into the nyebla, in silence, and I feel, I feel that I almost I'm going with them. Those I want much, community. That God bless us. And that passen very good nights.