Relatos de la Noche - Hay un fantasma encerrado en el cuarto de la abuela (historias de horror)

Episode Date: January 3, 2025

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But goodnights, community, in this space where the inexplicable takes form, is inevitable to ask us, why we believe in the paranormal? Because something in the most profound of us, Siente that these stories are so impossible as they seem. Talve it's because the fear of the unaccognosied, not something strange, but profoundly human. Since time immemorials, we've bused responses to what we don't understand. to the somers that

in the light, to the noise in the night, to the sensations that we're

not we're only, and even the science has tried to explain it's always

there's those moments, those encounters that are that's that's that's

that's something more real than anything we're we're not

not for our fears, we're not just are echoes of what we

can't control and what we we don't we can't see, but that we feel with total clarity. Those fears us accompany, because in the fond, we're not as we're vulnerable that we're.

So, so that's your mind and accompany us to explore these stories, because this night, one more, we'll cross together the line between the real and the impossible, between what we understand

and what we're aterra. And we'll in with a story that I'll tell you, it's a difficult to believe for many, especially for who never have been a object strange, something that's of a little, a newke that seems to cover life for the nights,

a figure in the garden that every that every that seems to be a position, a little bit different. But if, for the contrary, you have had been a experience similar, this story,

maybe, will start some records. My name is a very Ariel Reyes, welcome. Welcome to Relatos of the

No, No, Hello, My name is Mauricio. I'm a fanatic inconditional of your podcast since I

heard the crucifio of the Lord Lucas, there for the long as long as

then I didn't I didn't I'm and I know, and Iust justating

with every story that you know, but the time,

the the Now I'm putting me the day and I want to share a story that I hope you can't include in an episode of the future. My name is Mauricio Maldonado. I'm of the state of Campeche in Mexico. It's a good a very much, though I'm soestimated, from my perspective. This story is a specifically in a small town Chik Bull,

near the city of the Carmen. The vivience is my father. He is trail-er and his work he was to travel constantly, what he made that he saw that very little during my infancy. In those days when I just had a year-medio, my mom and I also

we had constantly between our people and the capital of the state due to his obligations. One night, while my mom and I were out, my father, her father's just our little casita of Palma,

that in that then was our house. The casita was very modest but acogedora. Between our few

pertenances we had a little statue decorative. A typical Mexican dormied with

a surape and a sombrero great that he covered the face. You know

how we paint in the caricatures. That night my father was can't

in his hamaca trying to recuperate forces before his next to the journey but he was he felt a

strong turn in the maca that he wasperted and as certainly you can't considerate, decided to ignore

it, attribuble to give it to to be the statue in the corner of the room

completely normal he did the wall in the maca trying to ignore what occurred, but minutes

after, I heard he said a little he made the arse. Cacito suavis cruised in the room.

He called to the time when I was in the house. Romana? Chame? She called,

thinking that my mom had had returned to us. Mau? Me called to me.

But the silence was his only response. At Girars in the amaka he did know that

he was completely solo. The door of crystal was a dark

madrugated and the statue still in the place in the result

in it was quite quite was like she was

like was a molest he he went to

he took the statue he he was from the

through the crystal opac Even So, even He was Agotado

So, So he He was to get Toorms Toorms Soap On the

Poucese Swabes in the door. I'm sure His telephone Akeke That's not very

modern, At least he was He was He was He was At the madrogate

At the madrogated At the Maka He was Toe The statue not was there.

The statue thought he thought he had robbed. Molesto he went to a

little bit of the house to look to look to the little bit that that was

that was then he then he heard of a sound to be a

little almost infantil but strangely aguda chiant shiante

Sintiating a Punsada of the Corm Hegrew Hegreens rapidly At the

interior of the house and what he saw what he was

a lot the statue was behind the mat

as he was like he was the posture

that with a make a man I took

a statue he he infadado, and a sustaddle, he he went to to restarse, but the

fear was to call to little to even to try to try to his temperament after the

after the first, the little the new. This my papa was

incorporated in the maca but what he was he was paralyzed of terror

front to the door that that that that that

that the thing that was only a statue. I was just a statue. I was to beaursing and deforming

as, like to try to adopt the form of a person a little. The figure was tambalial. Every movement was antinatural, as if his extremities not functioned all well.

In that moment my papa no put more. He was corrucoughed on his amaca cubriending with the mantah while I was with desperation. His thoughts were to me, to my mom and me,

rogating that all over that all over that was eventually between the rest of the agotament

for the finally he was going to get to get a door was the door opening to the

mom and I had even had come to come my papa my papa he went to a

stop and us especially to me with a miscar of a fear

that never had never before I'm never he was immediately he

He was still surprised as he. Who had ever seen of a strange that statue? That no, he was to enter to the house. Actually, my parents are separated, what has that the opportunities to see my father are very limited. In fact, the last time that I visited in the people, we remember together this story, the way in that a simple statue, Chistosa,

it's a little more, in something that my father says to be

a dween in something that we never could not we're to know we're

to know a time after we moved to the capital of the capital of Campeche

all transport our things that that we we're we're we

know we're disappeared without no my his parents

never knew what she No, how it's It was It was that That night

Something that's aterrador It was our Our Hocard Thank you for This, not only this but the story that you've been Ansuit,

Afts of the A lot of the Night Very good Noches, Community My name is Antonio, and my

story is remonted the year In 2019 I've been Inva, New Zegovia Nicaragua

I was in the territory indigena of the municipality cursing my third year in university I studied engineering in resources natural and as part of the pension of my career was obligatory to realize at minus two passantias or practices

to be able to culminate my studies at not count with contacts that could help me to help me to find out of a place to do that's practices my university me assigned to a

lateria to a institution or project related to my career So, as I was selected to participate in a project of accompaniment technical rural, whose objective was to bring up to support to the camp. We were a few more than 100 students distributed in different zones of the country.

Curiously, to me, with 11th companions, us signar, to beacquenarra indigened of Mozonte, located at the north of the country, but a lot of my place nearer. This, in theory, me offrecy a certain tranquillity, because I'd be very close of my family or at least

I thought I'd offer you a certain tranquillity it's we're going to work we're in various

communities of the municipal claring that we're in territory indigena although I expected

what I saw at a lot of the environment with people dedicated

to the agriculture and the gardener to cover all

the terrain assigned we were divided in three

people each one. In my group were Carlos, Lillian, Christel, and I. Our team was the last in being distributed, and, at getting to the place, around the 4 of the afternoon, we could have observed the environment that

we had ever, families living of cultivos basic and ganadery, without access to water potable, in electricity. For who we don't we were used to those conditions, the experience was, in a doubt, a challenge.

We had seen in some installations desoccupated, antigued-usated as as a casas maternas for women embassadas. This significable that at least we'd have come as to doorming,

a difference of the other two groups that not had been with that comodity. At the get, I noted that we were close of a Cerro.

Being the only person of the group originaria of the zone, I'd know the stories about that place.

It said that people had disappeared there, that others had suffered possessions at suburb and

even there rumors over a big door and

pactos real in a place known the place called

that that was that I'm I'm so I'm

my many importance because our priority was the

part that was there was there there were

there and is that for the night the silence

was absolute until that And then, they'd say heard aletheus, out of the small installation, or passes, like if someone withotas can't come in a cell nearer.

Passes that never could find out of people, passes that were coming of nobody in the night. These little experiences initial, although irrelevant,

maybe, us made sure that the stories locales could have had something to be something, and with the time we got to get us to live things much more tetric. The Lugarenees, us relattarer on various events paranormal to those that were accustomed to.

For example, we told us about a known that was to be cast a night, that at the trepars and a tree was all around by many venas, and one of them, over-naturally great and with enormous cairns, he looked fichement. When he attempted to fire with his arm This not functioned And the venado

Evening it He swore Esbozs a grand A sonrisa Almost human Before to marcharse Another story I'd

A man who When we were An adolescent According to When it was Aucan Aucal He'd

Atetete Atetete Ate of a little bit Ateeeper Disgastated When He attempted to help him to yentar to yent to that, what he

wasnt, he was completely immobile. Since then, the chico had had been a little bit of the abl We had a opportunity to know it and effectively, he had a new comportment extrano, but we said that, that just could tell,

a travest of the scriptura, was a new completely normal. The days transcurried and they moved to other place, behind those pisadas, those aleteos

and the lighteos and the door to to find us something even more inquietant. And is that

this occasion us were in a house family, very humilded, abitated only for

three people. But it was a little different. We were more near that the

second group. And at When we had to get, the environment changed drastically. In all that zone, was perceptible, a sensation of obscurity, a vibra pesada and inexplicable, but that we all noticed. And from the first night in this place, we started to feel us persecuted.

We were like a preser, like if all our instinct, us said that there was a menacea very close. Linian and I had a certain sensibility of these things, and during the nights we could feel a presence coming, very close, but where we could not hear her, ascooked, like if it was around our zone of the descansion. It was like if something us hadcheated, and this was repeated nocheonauter. Because of the conditions of the

place, we'd talk about to get up to happen very long. To be the four of the madrugada to be able to to beauntable, we'd have been

to beaupisage the obscurit to do it quickly, but every time that we're there we're seeing passes in the

water, buses in the wind, like if something us spiara. We'd give a prisa

for to come with the constant sensation of being observed for something that was a little bit of the penumbra.

A day, while we came about another community, it was a little strange. At detenters to resters to restant, we were a little disorientated if we decided to ask us help. In that moment, we heard a little to a group of persons that conversed. His voices were so we decided to

expect them to orient us. However, nobody came. The voices were stills stills but never we've seen we've seen

to ignore it continuing with our way, and try to find it for us and just when

we took that decision the voices changed, they were to read to us were

very clear that, that tone burlone resonable between the viento that night

when we went about what It was all, all we had to setchable. In the Scuritad, this time we're all. In a moment, Carlos decided to go to the baio, that was about 30 meters to the house.

When he entered, he heard that someone he took a door. But, as to start of immediate, you know, no view to nobody. Only were the lights of our lanterns at the and the dense obscurity roading it.

The day the next we went to another destination, occurred something even more

perturbative. Without that nobody noticed at the phone to Karno was

so mysteriously and began to take photographs for only,

more to be two for exactos. All were were

directed to the same person, a Christel. When us

As we showed the photos, we discovered that were extremely extra-strained. Some of her rostrored, sombras or silhouettes between the arbores, figures that could not be recognized between the sombras. It was aterrador, really, especially because that telephone only could disblocker with a wail

dactylar, what it was almost impossible that it was activated, that tomara photographs for error, and much less than a single person. For So, from From the moment

Christel Yeah, not only for the MEDO But not only for the Coovids, I

feltia that something I was I'm at my part I felt that there was a

dark I feltia that something that was a little and Lillian also didn't

feel so that then Lillian had been so that If we didn't feel so demoralized, we We intend that never were solas, but

something else happened. In one of our days of our descansu, we decided to go to banning to the river. A person of the place,

we brought a arboles, but before to get us advirted, if they're to personarce, do you,

because here there are things strange. It's very beautiful, but much people

has hoged of many mysterious. Although we impressed their words, no, we just didn't give importance, thinking that they were traditions of the place,

and legends, and, and so, it was an absurd that we had all that we're doing all that we're experimenting,

but it's that necessity human to negation to not to bea-amazado. And, despite, after all the vivid,

we think that what more could you surprise us? That day, it was with total normality. At all over the casita, we revised the photos, the videos that we had

grabbed. It was then when we noticed. In one of the videos, while the camera was accommodated in an arbor, to grab us to all, madando, it was a very clearly a risa. It was a burlesque,

of a woman, as if someone us had been been seen. A p. A p. of what you heard, no see anyone in the place,

only we had nobody in the other we're always we always that's that's

that there something that something always always so that what I was

not if a new or real but I'm on the soil on the body of the I was

a The obscurity seemed to be all over it all, and when I moved the head, I saw it. Frent to me, agached in cucklillas, had someone, a being a ser delgado, extremely delgated, with the muscles of the spalda that seemed to roter of the skin and the costillas very visible. His eyes were great and ascures, no had

a cabello, and in her rostro had a smile that me perturvaba. I was looking fichament. In that instant I could move me. My heart let me disfocated,

and my body was completely immobile, incapable even to pronounce a word. But the most

aterrador was that expression in his rostro, that a smile that was to me mind,

to be marce in my retina. Finally I did reactionar, but that disappeared, of the immediate.

But when I wasperted, around the road of the montourrales, it was heard clearly the movement of something, of someone that no, he was about

to beauling us, of someone that was to beiglars from the obscuring. The night the

next of that apparition was different. All decided to join together in a same

room, and it was there, it was there, community where it was a new,

but this was another figure, a silhouette and a little bit of the room, that's all the room. We all the same time. We just all the same time. No, we did not, but all we saw it in that moment.

There was something that was that looked, but also entered, like if something was it being attening. At the front of the door, but just front of the door, we had an image of San Miguel, Archangel, and we felt that,

That was what we protected that night. Finally, we got back to the city to prepare our informers. But that experience, community, me gave a ensignance. In any other than remote, for more remote, for more more, more, more, more, cotidian that it see, there are things occult. Tal-bears, the Lugarenees are used to them.

They consider them part of their day-a-day, but for us. Those experiences were inolvidables. Of a form terrible, yes, but inolvidable. That was my experience with my companions, but the other two people also lived in things similar. One of us heard a anciana that grittable all the nights that was for termed her life. To another, it was an old man strange to the feet of the

Cerro. Also about of the light in the sky. And figures

that were in the sunb this is my story. Tal- not not the

most atterrardora but believe me, it's completely real.

Me made that you know, that's that you say you're that

the only certainty is that there's that's something about you,

expecting to be revelars. I hope they don't they'll find

that that's that's that's to make to start, manifestars, to be

the protagonists of the night. Much thanks. Community is a

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SOTRAGO. I'm a FILEEN SULLIVAN SULLIVANCE. Before to start, I'd like to give you a CENTONETY, I live with my family, my abuela, my brothers, my spouse, and my my daughter, to the city of Mexico, in the alcalcala, the house where we've lived was was bought by my abuela paterna with much

effort at the beginning of the 80. Before that the property was a vicinity, although originally there was more people, and in the actuality, only we've only lived 10 persons. The first time that I heard about this, woman,

about this person, to let's go to be about 10 years. I only had just a few years. just was a comment of my mother to my father to my

mother's the man and I'm putting to let me put her well that's all that

nothing that's when I was after I've been a fanatica of the terror

I I'd want to ask me my mom and my abuel that

me and experiences panormals my my my abuel that

my was my was who was who was this

story You know, you know, in the recamara of your abuelita, there's a man a manned woman's in her own her mother's her own of the vices of the techo. Dice in the recinoes that had a few days incerrata, but almost not even had to hear about any, that only she'd hear about how to get her a cause and I'd just a few days after some days after,

when they'd not even a little bit more than they'd like a color desegradable. Only then, they animated to talk to their door. As they not received

a response, they forced her. Rompied the door and they they found. And they they were, and they

got it. But, but, I'm gonna, she's there, she's all she's

just when you hear, you're, to put her to put her her bladora. That's was what

he said. It was then when I didn't because that there were vellators occasional in the tocadour of my abuelita and that the yantos that a few times heard of her, not provened of her. My abuela.

A year, I was going to go to have a a dinner and my mom. I live in a recamara independent of the house, whose escalera does direct to the patio. From there I have seen the door principal and the plant at a high. Just at the raster of the room, there is a door of a crystal-corrediza that connect with a scale of caracole that's up the sotthea and

back to the patio. It was one of those times in that without a parent, I felt I felt like

the need to and it was then that I first, first a one one

one one on the door, then it was all the her

body. It was a woman very very delicate and sucia

and he had a vestido short that was a

He was a discalced and her hair that had the height of the shoulders, was in marrained and full of suciedad. In that moment, I did the point that not was my hermana trying to to have a problem. If not me had

surprised too, I'd have thought that was an indigent, but not was possible. The chick came in the two meters of the passillo and then disappeared to my visit.

It was then that I'd with my mom saying that we we need to revisar to the house I've

to be you know I'm completely honest I'm never the story that my

abel my father was my mom who me he was

when I told what I said I just you

you have you you don't I know I'm

I know this she and is that it's a

some some of the of the My brothers of my papa, is in a relation with a woman originary of Oaxaca. She lived in the

house for a time, until that after a strong discussion, my abuela he asked to go to go to and then it

comes to visit and enter and come to my my tio. My brothers and I, that are we who are the

house, we've noticed that every that she comes, it's a thing, the cats and

the parros alterer much. Someone see or I hear a The man Colgada And the

Ruees in the Sote's And the Canyas that can't That run Pisada At a

Mastrugated When there no nobody Cammin' For the Casa To me

What I What I'm It's That's The much She doesn't On the recamara

That now also also also also It's Sometimes, a Sometimes

it's clearly How's Suben and Backin the Scalera to

my recamara some feet of scalps during all the night

for now is all what I would want to tell you

but I'm in contact very very very I'm

to do I'm for the moment I thank I

in this relato and if someone has some a

or an or a orac a ritual what

so what is to pass a pen for

Please, Compartalala with me. That have very good nights.