Relatos de la Noche - La Bruja de las 3am (y otras historias de visitas perturbadoras)

Episode Date: September 2, 2025

Visitas macabras. Visitas de brujas, de espíritus, de ángeles misteriosos o algo que dice serlo. Visitas de criaturas, entes extraños que no deberían de existir. En este episodio de Relatos de la Noche, mi querida comunidad, vamos a conocer historias de manifestaciones que llegan de pronto, sin aviso, a lugares que nunca antes habían sido escenario de un evento paranormal…   Las historias de esta noche son la evidencia de que en cualquier momento, quizás más pronto de lo que crees, puedes ser tu protagonista de Relatos de la Noche.   ¿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.

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They were They were in a Pazio All right was in order The door

was in order The room the silence of the house was just the

banes and Abirto with the light apgated and

inside someone yoravid Visitas Maccabras Visitas of Bruches

of spirits of angels mysterious or something that

says be it. Visits of Creatures, entities strange that not should be in this episode of

The Night My Dear Community we're to know stories of manifestations that come to soon

to know to places that never before before never before the event

that's the night are the time that maybe more more than what you can be your protagonist

the story of the of the night. The 1st 1st.A.m. The 1st.1st. The first year more, the success more

aterrador of my existence, and for that I think I have to share to you know to you. I think it's the moment.

I was in the house where I was with my father simple. It was a house simple, but with windows that are direct

to the street. For the nights, I used to get me after I'm after

all, he was all, I was all the books of Game of Strons that my tio, much time to imagine me

that they'd converted in a series. One of of those nights, pasting of the 12,

I was picked when I heard a little when I had been had rasped the video with a

little, I pere the lampa with the I was to see that out of this in

when when it was put to see a figure a somada in the window.

It was not it was it but not in the car, it had in the cooey. Like if had a

little around the whole of the head. Cousy but with a car human.

And there a detail still more. He had cuernes little, torsid that brilled

with the poor light of the the I was I made the fear because

the most perturbate was the car. No was it was a bit

was a little was a deada like if had to force the Cuello

impossible. The skin was aspera like an animal, but the eyes were human, that's so

very human no, I moved. I just could breathe, the creature no, I said,

but I was sure that he showed his dientes like to amazard me and not they were

in person they're like comilil chattos desgasted and marigentos. Alieie

I gritted my my papas, and in when I did it, that thing and it was a whole of

the case, when they didn't know there's there. Nothing. Although they were not

to see, they're a fantasy infantile. I've had 15 years, and never

before, and never after, I have never to have a vision of this type or

the community. I'm my name Isaac and I want to tell you something about

in a a little bit of Sinalua, that's called the Culebras. There was the house of my abelos. We're also we said, the house of the abelos, although they had been many years to have been a little. It was a little of the paredes gastated,

yet too, because not so it was a day. But it had been a symbol of union for the family. Every year in its anniversary of bodes, all the kids and the nietos were reunied us there. It was our form

to continue recordandolos, to continue to be able to be a place to be a place, and we're even

we're all all of all over and all that's one of that house had been

there have grown my tios there we've passed many

and even and even and even the time we was

all we we we're we we're we're not

we're so the little the house was so

there still there there had there had someone

that the black the negro. The negro was a perro very very very

of the blue of course had been of my abeliorals and when they were those

people were they were they were they they were they'd they'd

to come but every we'd we're to come even he'd

like it was it up he he'd to be to to be

to to look to the was a man old, but impone,

Alt, marked in the car by the cicatrices of the peleas that had had been with other perors, with that laddry and powerful that made to

make you know, it was like a guardian. When she was nearer, one of these reunions familiares,

we decided to get a little before the age, to convivir a few days before that were all the

other than were the we were four, the only could get two. no, Prima, Adriane, and I The other

They were a percans in the Carretera and they were to Reyesar to Coleyacan So we're just in the Casas of the Abolos The truth We never we've seen With fear in this

place, neither of children, nor the night all was very dark because the house was away from the Poblado and when onochecy

it, it was it was just there a universe Vasio, but never we had heard nothing rare. That night we

put us to talk to be able to the reunion, but we didn't even we're still. Passed hours talking to after that the

dreamed and we got us to get us in the cellas, and the sillons and I I waspirted to golpe

like at three of the morning, when I heard that I was up I'm up to the

window to the window to the window and then he was to get to instantly I asked

what was and me He said very serious. Sentie that someone's that's that'serker. That form of to say it

malo the same. How you did you? You know, or what? He said with the

voice but firm. Someone came. I'm I'm a and I also.

A man was coming from the darking of the dark and then he was made

just to outside before, before he's looking to the back

to the house. My first idea was that was that was the person

a person. A person who had seen we had seen to get a sure of

we're at the morning. Nobody's to come to those hours, much more

in a poblad where all of the woman and no saluted.

Adrian he gritted that was to get to that she but in when when

said that she was the woman opened to come in the door

we we're we we we're we Responded that there no had

nothing for her. But the woman insisted. Ojetra. Adrian and I we were. We're not

again. In that instant we heard to gore to the part of the back of the

house. We're we're also to make sure the and there hadryan

had a idea. He was he wasom on the front and he started to chiflar

to and silvers and insistentent I I don't I was doing

until that I did it was A laddido He was a He was a laddrito That was

Aftain, It was the No, we had been No, he had done that there people in the

house. The negro Grundo and ladrando with all his force Afoura was heard

like if was a little but that something was that was

not sonable like a woman not sonable like what

we could I did I how to describe it. It was a weird, a realidstering,

as a great, resisted that then he was away to go and to the obscured. After the

minutes, all the all the little, the next to the door, looking at the pale,

with the pale-asado, to the night, to the we had we had been first.

We're we're we're just, we've been a person to get to the house,

that we let us we'd just we're just we we could always to

breathe a to sit and we're in the night without the door, without the

mind of the way to the way it was it was it was to be to make

to the we're back we're we're again, the woman was again there,

behind the back in the same place and then

it was occurred what was the most espantoso. The woman was up the vestido,

lently, and he left her his piernas. I'm sure for my parents that not were the little

and they were like patas dark, oscuras, and so I was to the knees.

I'm still in alient. Adrian also did, because me

he preted the arm with with that the she

did you she back again, and of her spalda, some tigeras enormous,

oxidadas. With her did a gesture, a movement and a moment like if were to a little,

it was made, immobile, with a tigress in the hands, until the sun emphas to get a

little, and it was a little, and so on what it was in the last primus the day

the day the next, we were what had passed, but no said, nothing, and our fathers

also. Nobody had never a encounter in that house, nor when they were children.

They've passed eight years that night, and still today, never was to appear

but my family when we're going to be the house, when he came to get to

get to get to all. We all know we're we're we're

to the when we to the three of the morning. And the is a black, and

it's not to care to us. Thank you. Stories like we have we

have been that there relatoes that not come in the legends popular, nor

rumors of people, but of the most intimate, of the family, of the

houses that we have been those records that are so that are

transmitted to the parents to children and that

they can be they can be the that nobody can't forget. If you're still a story

in the memory of your house or your family, you can share it with us other than my relato of the night.com

that'll be soon we'll hear us here, but for now we're still. There are

many more stories this night. Hello to all, I'm all right, I'm here carine and

I want to tell you something that was a past a few of years when I still

not had my baby, and I'd have been a tend to convenience in a carvenience, in a gasolineer in the carretera. Contrary to what you can think, was a job tranquil. The majority of the nights no-the-money-of-the-noxer

that'd rather than a coffee, water, or some chocolate for the road. I never took a little in that place, because, although I was only in the

cajah, afuerer always two despatchers as well, the bombes of gasoline. A little a person

rare, you know, people that was a lot or that was too a lot of that's not.

But never never passed nothing grave, until that night of that I will be

to talk you. I was I was behind the carha vying to the

carnet to the front of the front. That cinta of

and something with a one or another light of

a little a Then I saw a figure that I came corriending. Yes, for the

carretera, but on the first I thought that was a little a new person,

but the more I was more I was made that I was a thing that

was a form very rara like if not super I was the

two hands I moved at the same side to the

right and then the left, rigid, torpe, like a marionette. Traversed the gasoline was running and went to the

door to the house of the time. Just there he was deto- and then he went to walking,

let's make as if a moment had recorded how it was the light of the little bit of her normal. No,

was wrugated or marked by the age, was a like if the car no he

it would be made, like if the was a maskara mal-pues on the eyes were still more evident. Around the quenka

was it was a rogo, carne-viva, as if what had had to be back, it was to come,

he put the two hands on the most very very despacio. Also, they were

in wands flogos, the feel that had had still, the form real of the

there was to me I looked fichomely and he said I'm not

the eyes and then he went to the head to a little like with a

like if me was I'm I'm I'm I'm I

I'm I'm I'm help she she she she's

she she she to be to to be to avoid

but the voice sounded like various voices back the same

time one on the other, like if into that the way, they were

many voices different. Instintively I went to look to the despatchators outside,

but no nobody. None of their person, the woman not was moved.

I was there so I was not so I was to go. I asked if

I need a little. Quere water? Comida? Responded Seca without

barpadear. then I can't do something? She asked she took the her peaches

she took the pecho with the eyes almost as like if I could say that I was there

there was in that moment I saw more more nervous to be out

in the gasoliner a carionetta a carmionette a year came to the other

the other She was the woman, and she pared very despacito with the lights. Stovo two seconds

there, in silence of front to us. I don't know. For some reason, the camionetta

me gave the same fear that the woman that had been in front. She no volted

no sentiment. No, I'd be to be to be a carmionette or no

he'd importable. The camonet ran again without car car carous without to be in the despatchador, and

he went and was perthiending to the carretera. I'm I kept in the woman, front of the angel,

every more atrapada in his details that I could not could apart the mirada, the more

more I'd see, more I'd know that that in his appearance was human, the form

in that the body was the way in his sonrisa never was

his His eyes Seco's. I don't know how time passed after

one of the despatchators finally he did know and he came to the

house and he was the thing. The woman, without

a millimeter of her smile, he and he responded

with that most of voices after he went to the

time and he went to a foot a before a

more rar, moving the two hands at the same side, to continue his way and to get her own in the carretero the dispachator was thinking

confused. Before that I said I said to you said to he said he me signaled that he he was

he was a very unhuman in his expression. The most rare is that in kilometers to the

redonda no there's, no no no cases, no there, where had had

To where I was? And what I wanted to say with that was an angel? Someone here in the community has a theory or some experience remotely similar?

For favor, me'd be the only that I'm the only that I'm I'm wondering what I I'm thinking

that was a person strange, very strange but no I can't convince me at all No, you'll

forget to Reza today to ask you to the church of the last last story of this night

I'm going to appreciate to thank you to give us stories. Recurred that are much those that

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still the ultimate story of this night. Good nights.

I want to Partier a relato that me told my mom since yeah various years and that be anonimo, for favor. It's something that she lived when she was a young, with her mother major.

Veran, to get to this story I have to explain for what they were passing. In that time, my abuel had to separate

the situation was very difficult. She decided to be a city where they'd to get to my abelor, that was a

man terrible and try to start to to start to new with her two her. I had to

maintain the cell so she so it took two work different and I'm

never in the house. Many times not even for the nights.

My mom had eight years and my tia and

were very little little but they were a family to help

they they're a house a very very very

very a little a little but was sufficient

to to survive. Had been been a habited, but they they were and they

were there there's a other than a little more than they did you know what that my

mom always said that when they had a house had a rare at the

first they were to be to be to be a situation to be his city,

Buenos Aires his his friends even to my old even to

even that was more and all the change it would bea. So, so they were to get used

to get used to and adaptate. Prepared their and they were when they were and they were in

their and they were much. They were they were three against the world,

but one night occurred something that my mom never forgot.

It was the day in the new school. She and my my tea,

they were in the time, and nervosers, accommodating his things for

the day the day and would be in a school different from people that they were

of those nervous that they're that's that's a little opportunity to start

to be to be the outside of the house was the house they were

not because they were that was that I'm that was then this after this last time

they were directly to the bathroom. The strange was that not they heard a saludar, like always did, get to be how they were, and presentied something. The two were, they were,

they were up with a good and they were in the passio. Everything was in order, the door was closed, the silence of the house, like as well as, only that the bayon was just only at least entrabiered,

with the light apagata, and in front, and in front, full of of a day that's that they

were to the door and they're not, they're they're they're

they're they're that they had that that was that was

more more solid like if the person so the sound

so the sound so so was a a lot that

was a year that was that last was

the the hands trembling they were the appasor and they the interrupter

and when when they the light the yantto continued for two seconds

more and the and the silence total no there no

absolutely nobody in the my mom said that they even they're

that after the door behind the door and nothing just

that was that still they were still they're listening. And is that had been heard perfectly that's the

yant to like if someone invisible yorara. The two were they were put here they were not

to say they were that she'd be able to let us without having never putient and that

she had to be a little to finder to be when they had considered

that they they're they're they're not they they're not able to pay

that promised they were to guard the secret and never said they were but a

part of that night the house never never to be even heard of

the voices and the voices they were they're that someone

they were not never they're never heard they're they're

they're they're they that the presence was there A day

He said He said He said Attraided For Tanta My mom My mom said That's the day

of today can't perfectly Howe That's Yento decarrado Triste That was

To start From someone That's not He was She and my Tia and my Tia decided

Callarro then then And since years When it He told to me She Rompio

That's Rompio But still she was he kebra

the voice. And I can't evite imagine meh because

he put in the eyes yoros to remember imagine me

that my mom my mom being a little a

a vulnerable that was what was what was

that was what I was that was that

never we never we don't know to be.