Relatos de la Noche - La Leyenda de Juana la Loca (y otras historias de horror)

Episode Date: November 25, 2023

Una mujer que aterra a su barrio, incluso después de muerta, un maniquí que parece moverse por las noches para terror de los veladores de la tienda, y contactos con familiares desde el más allá. Estas historias te esperan en este episodio de Relatos de la Noche.Compra mi libro aquí: https://a.co/d/endS1bYTambién 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.

Very good nights, community. Beenvenous and welcome to your program, to RELATUS A La Noche, where for the next minutes, we'll try to escape from any preoccupation, of any kind of, we'll try to do you

want to be, that your brain's blocker, that your cerebrose and let them enter in the next stories. In the next relato, of encounters,

with the paranormal, of encounters inexplicable, in the The next Relatos of the night Juan a

Loca we'd say I'm don't see she was not

I'm just I'm just I and I had to give you and he

regalable a water or other food I'm I'm

someone that was someone that was but Juanah

always I'm was different tranquil, in calm, with a mirabye and that roba but old,

and she's all the earth and the people, some point were that I've had been a past

privileged and a new a new formid mental that he said, there was that in

that had been in the country that was in a way, it's a that he was

that I know had been that's she, Joanna was a woman,

she always was present in my records of the minnese, as a personage secondary, but always present, always at the front. One of the ballonasson in the spada in the form accidental

while I was playing football with my friends, but they were riled so much and celebrated my punteria in that way that I did the malo, and

I was invented that for the purpose, that he had pointed to the poor of Juanah and, for the course, that I did.

Juanna me with courage, but the day the next, it was like it was I had been al-a-al-addeded. When I was ryeing with my mom at the entry of the house, she was

to ask her to pay her like always. I costed to get her the eye to look at the look at the day earlier, for having me

reeled so that she disappeared for various years, she was to be over the car yeah,

he was to see that personage that was a permanentiment in all sides, as a fund of our

lives. And a despite of that we did we need to know, to nobody he preoccuped.

Nobody he knew the sufficient as to that's like the people who live in the street

disappears and nobody is to know that that's not that's so we're the cruel

the people that's we're so much. I'm I'm I'm just my

time to my mom went to to accompany to one of his friends that had a problem with her husband. My mom no me said

that had been just that my brother would be able to get her to get to his friends to the

street to the and it was later. It was too he was to come up that not that was

the phone of the house. It was he, my brother, that me

was from one of his family, me he said he was he

for him, for him, and that was that the age that was a little, I'd go to the way to the time

like that. I asked if it was a little bit of and he said that Juan a-lawka was out of in the

the street, that no was to pass. Colve the telephone and I was rindom

to him to get to get to look at after that in her case practically all her

life, now to be sure because not he was to be because the poor

a little senior in the street. I was thinking in if reganar-law or to make you know that

there was a thing to when I came to the house of his friend. I did

know that not only my brother was there. There a group of

six chamacos out there all resound to get

to be to the little to try to some of

my year and my My brother, he took me to the man and he said that we were rapid for the house. He had years that no me agarrava the man. I don't know what to do.

How to try it. His eyes could see that was really a sussed. Maybe as I never had seen. And I don't comprehend how Joanna he had been able to be astustar this form. He asked finally what was and he said that Juan was different.

That was a fear. Much Mito Cros. Cache Cough'clock Pidientome that corriar

that could be that's there, there's repeated, there's the local, when I

saw that was a few meters at us on the light of the light of the carer of

my brother, no, I'm I was there I'm trying to find

that I had that poor woman. I don't I could to

to start more. The poor sir was just looking to the door putting those on the lampra. My

brother me gritted from the way to goreier, and for finally me decided

to do it. There was a very strange with Juan and maybe had

had had been for complete the reason. Also, it

only had very very, but not not always not a

the rapidly to the house and my brother me asked to secure her the reja, the door that was in the door that was

we did it, and my mom not was never we did, never we've done, and I didn't care to

me, I said that he said that no way to tell her that poor she was, and my

mother was even for getting, we could we're not we're getting to the house,

and I'm my brother so that my brother's kept in the window, and the waiting,

and she was going to that Juan a local pass out for there. We're two in the cell to

to be in the mother. Nobody's atreve- to go to go to my brother my brother's my

night, I heard the door of the carie. I've got to my moma. I'm

I'm for the window. I'm in a ror not the mother the mother that

was the woman, that was the door, while clavable his mirada into, to the window, to where I was her.

His mirab, God, his mirab, me congelled for a moment until that I put more attention.

The reja, the candado, was putto. Segurably my brother he had put for precaution when I

entered to the time, and in this moment he was I was with the door.

Juanah, he did a pair of the door, and then he went, trying to open,

for what I could hear, the doors of the castes contiguous, buskating an opportunity to make to

some of them. I was to get to the ventana to get to get to get to

when she when it came to she was I was I'm coming down and I

asked for if she had found to she had that

was that all was that was normal the the zone

is pesable but for those that we don't not so,

you know they're know. After that night she was to disappear. Passed

days for that we'll know to know some of her. Lamentablely,

was when they were occurred, the attack that had suffered, and that he

took the life two months after they're they found

their their kind of in a house abandoned of

a colony contiguer, a a A bigadero, a place that used for drug-as. Never said to my brother, because not was an image that he had in her head, but,

but, over all, because the Fecha official of his death, the that they said the Forensis, was before, a week before we that we saw that we had a last a little pass-o for that the calle. The other, the The other is that the odor that manned that night.

That's a-lore-kemated in the nose. An odor that, for years, de-becer-when, was again at the carlady of the nada, like if something was over there. An olor that we'd make us to get ourselves and dedicating a oration to Juan. Juan was a Loca.

With the community, I had time thinking in to share this relato, so intimful and private, of my family. My brother fellacy ago.

He had three in this time when he was born of leucemia. Before this years before,

a year ago, a woman of my mother also fellacy of cancer. She in the

bones and she was I'm not this because has to do with what

happened to happen. I was I was more than he for five years,

but curiously simply that we were temperature, that's always

we're we're we're we're not a my brother, my mother's

my mom that's always that we're we're to get to and my father,

and in that that my one that was that my

father on a on a other of the camera she she in

middle my on the other she she said she she went to

a light a camera. That silhouette was a woman vestida of black, but not was a

woman normal. Irradiable light and saw a man. My mom relata that immediately

knew that was her mother, the that had some years to have fallen, and that she was very

very very very. He said that he was he was a bit, and he was sent you to something to

know, even not so he was reason of his visit and only he resigned to take it, as her mother, was a angel and a child

of the family. A los few days, in a certain form, my brother was a good but also that they

got a color palid in the skin, and that was alarmed thinking that had anemia. They were to get a

medical. There they were made to do it and it's when they're when they're with that

a terrible diagnostic, leucemia. He was He was in a treatment for a year and a half, but lamentably, he fellacy. The madrugada that this happened, a man, a man who was very

a very close to my family and that always during the infirmity of my brother, he was pretty, he waspired at that hour because he felt he had someone had that he said that, he saw that saw the end of his abitation. He was my brother,

and I thought to be that I was a smile. Also, I mean, my Tio, that was accompanied of another figure,

the other figure, the one of an man old of age major, of whom all of that was

that was my father, and that he was that he was a relationship a real thing,

a question, I was even presenti this, confunded and, I'm

trying to be soo when he when he received the news,

but before to respond you know, I was about, I know what news

they were to do. That my brother had died, and that apparition was he

was to be to be my brother was in September. So, and so

were the months, but something another detail incredible that

he said, he had a carionette to a remote, that my mom

that's too with his pertenences, for the day of Rachis

Magos, my Mom decided to put her carmionette under the arbor of the night and then

that he back the back to the sky. That's a little last time. Our

surprise was that the day and in presence of the majority of the family,

the camionetta that was with a cargable and control was it was

it was on the nothing and he started to that

the thing Pila, and control. She moved. She moved front of all. But nobody was soothed.

All we knew that was he. After this, never he never was manifestar. Supponemes that was

your ultimate, your true despedia of us. Community, thanks for for here,

for to keep listening. We'd also very that not all the

stories for normal are stories that are that are fear,

but there's also many anecdotes of contact with people that we're going to give to give to

give to give us messages. But, well, I want to make to comment to something that

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even there are stories atterator stories that not you don't

to get this night good nights to all those who listen. My name is Christian, and this is a story that me passed in the 2019,

and that I wanted to share with you. Because at this hour, nobody me creed, a past that you I swear and perjuro that this story is totally real. It were fines of year

when I was to work a time, and it was easy to get one close to where I live. Menos of me time, but for my suerte,

a friend of me he advised of a job as a care of a gallery commercial of Roppa. The work was

of one and a night to the night, not the time. But the PAGA was good,

and not was the time. The first day only made instructions of how and when to

make my rounds, and how make use of the equipment of cameras. Honestly,

me it was very very easy, yeah that the gallery not were very

but something that was that was that was the person that made I have a commentary

I hope you're not renuncias so so much you're you're the third

that I'm you're I'm this he's he's he's I'm

I'm I'm I'm no no for nothing just just

just about spectros personally I think they're some more

more to do they're to try to they're

to that you get that's that you actue is rapid, okay? No, me gave major indications,

because the work was very easy in the grand majority, and I began the day next. The place, even not be very grand, was a lot more ample than what was. The lights were were in the obscurity gave a sensation of inquietude.

My first rounds was I did normal until, getting to a point, I heard a little rare, something that was from the sotano, where there were various things of the different locales.

The noise was very clear but indesifrable, because sonnable as it sounded as well as when you're to retorting a tube of plastic.

I'm a see to be that it was that could be someone of the ventanillas that were to do you.

At the back, I tried to the light, but this only was tintineate. For none

was sufficient to illuminate to illuminate out of so I took my lintern and I'm

and I'm to realize. I'm tope with something, I'm strange to describe it, but it was something like an

amazement of mannequies. For the supposed, clear that was a lot of terrifying images, humanoid, immobile, but, even so, he had to be where provenia the room, and curiously, it was to come from the front.

It was to one of those mannequies. This maniquet in particular was a little rarrow. He had the brasons and his rostro was a little bit more than that was quite a sopung that for that was in the sotano

since I was used for some of the locales had two eyes grand and oval-as and a smile a bit of a large for nothing to usual in one of these figures no I did major attention yeah that in effect the ventana that was that was open and had to enter the the wind of the night

I suppose that was the cause of the the noise, because the wind could move the manikis, without a problem, so I went to serrar her. A voice hoquetona, burlesque, me took me for surprise, making me to lookers to all the other a person that had collated to lookar. I waske the origin of the voice and no

had yet nothing. I did the world and I, I'm sure that almost me a new fart when I saw that maniky so rare, was, looking to me. He had moved. He had

had done the world and now he was to I'm not I'm

not able to move me but I'm what was to happen he's that he

that the maniky parpadeo I only contendia the respiration

without what was happening that that was had moved he was he was

back to make not that this was real that not I had

imagined It was a few times, but my Cerebr no could reactionate. How was that an object of plastic could move, could bepare?

I'd be my lantern and this was apagued because the pile had out of the piece, and I was the battery to the meters from where I was.

With the lantern in the man, I gotte to her and I tried to put her as fast possible but no incentia. I went

and I I still am I amy-tratan, but, of a-re-re-pente, I sent me my thorax, hands rigid and fri-s that were there, that were there, that I'd tomavn't. I could do nothing. I contubed the respiration, and a

voice that seemed to be that thing, said, burl-a-a-jagria. I'd say, I'd say, If I didn't my urine in the pantalones in that moment, it was because all my body was paralyzed. For an impulse of adrenaline, I, I was, I'd cross through the sotan until to get to the escalers.

Salis, and then I didigy to goarty. I'm encirred to look at the gallery, to goreying to the place. I was found and I went to the door to escape, but something.

Something was up here. someone was upying from the sotano it was it was

a little a little a carrearra a song a a song that had

heard I didn't I didn't see I I

heard I I don't I could not I'm I

that in effect that it was that I did a

moment I saw the something that of something that I looked

to look at me something something that was not used to not used and it was really

very quickly so much I saw the last the hall of the gallery and the door

behind me that day I came to and I'm just going just was just a little a pesadilla

yeah that not had no had any my head and

I'm obviously I'm I renuncied, and, and, they're they're bad the references, but

only I just I just the keys and the equipment. Nothing more me important. Today me I'm asked,

that was that thing, and why was that was there, only I don't ever never to never to

even, I'm still still waiting, rugandoly to God that all had been a bad

dream, that all had been only in imagination, but no. I don't have a

I'm not so much I'm sure that not so that was so sure that cause is out of out of that.