Relatos de la Noche - La Llorona del Huracán (Encuentros Paranormales)

Episode Date: March 15, 2024

Hoy comenzaremos este episodio con una extraña aparición en medio de una traged1a. Un relato que nos habla no solo de una presencia paranormal, macabra, en medio de noches de oscuridad y miedo. Por supuesto, este capítulo va dedicado a toda la gente de Acapulco y las comunidades afectadas, que aún, todos los días, siguen luchando por reconstruirse.Compra mi libro aquí: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/También 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.

Good Noches, Community. Today, today we'll start this episode with a story discaradourable, that not only only of a presence paranormal,

but also of a tragedy terrible, that arraised with one of the cities of our country.

And is that Acapulco, that city famous for its plas paradisiacas, passed to turn to

a inferno when it was out of the hurricanes more the other of the chaos and

solace and it's precisely there, In that scenario, in those nights of of the obscurity in the city, that commenced the next story. For the course, this chapter

was dedicated to all the people of Acapulco and the communities affected that, that, all the days, still are not yet yet yetchewed for reconstructruing. You're listening... Relatos... ...the the night. This relato comes to a person

that has lived in the infirno in the carne-propia, And is that I'm one of the tantos that's unfortunate that's the night of the 22 October

past, the night of the hurricane more grand in the history of the

ocean pacifico, the hurricane that arraso with the port of

that the time, in that the wind were, they were,

I'm using them, and they're not those rugs, they're many stories of

phantasas like questions and a difference of many creepy pastes,

for example, this was totally real. It's said that when pass in tragedies of this magnitude, hurricanes, sysmos, tsunamis,

occur something inexplicable near the zone of the impact. Sucesos paranormal. Before, during, or after these events, successes that

nobody can explain, like, for example, the apparitions of the H. You know, that you've been to knowce.

For much people, these events are the doors to other plans, to other dimensions, to the

unco-knownstero. After that the Urecan Otis destroyed the port, my family lived a moment of desperation and a time

of the restive for having survived. The cabliado of the city was destroyed for complete, for so

that during two months we've been in complete obscurity, noche after night. Two or

three days after the catastrophe, the sakeos were in the normality, people without scrupulos

or started to robber indiscriminately. There was an ambient of tension that could feel in the air, because nobody saw how could escalar those

saqueos. The people that could had started to be to the city. That night we'd set up

the family and we, we'd be the moscuitos and the fault of the air.

We'd not we'd not get to hear something, a lot, gritos. But not

any Any any gritty, they were alaried of of the woman, so fervest

that we could be heard of them in my house, in the really,

I would explain the the pain-in- the men-and-a to the

first I thought that my imagination, the grits were even similar to those that I heard of

the night of the uracan, when between the vintos that were the rucid of a

beastia enormous that was sernia over the city, and when

when you're listening, grits of help us to help. Desperation. No,

could you know, was to get the wind on our pardes, cullandos

for our houses, or if in reality were grits of people who were

in the wind of more of the many of three of a hundred

hours. I'm I'm I'm know that was the first but that

night after the night, the grits were still more aterradorers.

Durrower hours, and I wanted to be able to my little my mom she went to a bell,

and I saw her face of a susto, completely palida. The grits were

reales. For a moment I thought the poor, that were to robes that were

brought our times, and had yet had been to be a lot of second voice commenced

out out of the while a voice was a little bit of the other resable

my records are borrossos but I know the voices not cess were

it was like if were they were a exorcism out the

the grits were so we were to see

we see when my brother, he said recapacitate to my mother. He said that no there was nothing good to be to see what was occurring. So, so we just us accosted to hear those grits, until that finally, after after hours, disappeared as soon as they came.

We thought that this was an isolated, that only us had occurred to us. But then, in the community, commenced a rumor. The jorona came in us. The yorona in the nights. At least, those most lamentos

were all the colony, and even the day of the way, nobody explain what they're or where they were.

Every who had their story with those laments. Even some mentioned that the

perils were in their presence and that had disappeared people after

to those gritos, but are those, rumors. For example, my perro,

when was in presence of those grits, no reactioned. Simply she kept with with me. My theory is

that maybe those lamentos were of one of the many of the people who were during the

uracan otis, that his spirit went vagando for all the community. Maybe that's the myth

of the Yorona. Maybe are the rest of the women that were tragically and her

spirit was arreigated in this world. Sin embargo, at the end of some days, finally disappeared that presence

never we've to hear of those grits, of the more profound, of the most terrible of the

is no more strange that you have occurred. You've have seen that you have been

in serious nobody could believe you? Something that even the people that most

confi in you, that people that's certain would have difficulties to

believe? The The next is one of those stories. It's more than what even the people that believe in the paranormal can understand, and it's for that I suppose, I suppose, that we're irresistible to

share them. We're going to the city of Mexico, to the streets of Polanco, to live the next story. This was the 7th of March of

2024. Although you, I'm sorry, I prefer to remain anonym for the situation that more you'll be you'll see the channel

this year of 2018 I've been in the memory many cases like the cabra that rye and one that particularly me came to the memory with what I'll tell, the woman vampire of a metra auditorio. In some relatoos

I have to confess that I'm a little sceptic for some detail that simply my mind not associer as a very simil but today now change my perspective the respect of what is verosimil, or no.

I'm working in the area metropolitan doing visits technical in different points of the city of Mexico. For that's one day I'm in the south, another in the orient, and no one single day that's repita the same place that I visit.

This also me gets to know the major part of the city. The day of today, for the time, around the two and a half, three, I suppose the hour of the food of the majority

the day of the people and offices of Polanco, I'd be out of a visit to direct me to another. I'd have traversed the park Lincoln that's in front of the city. I'd go ahead from a call from the entrance of Emilio Castellar and me dirigia to traverse the park

to get to Campos Elysios. There, I'm expected before the two of the afternoon. Repet, I've been a little distraided by the call that had in course, precisely appresurating me to get to the second

to the place. At the end up to the corner, me called the attention that before before to call

the time, that part was quite in a single noise, nor the the country, nor

one or other a bird, on the arboros. Although, it was curious, I'd

kept up a time to the place to the place, I'll be,

and effectively, a past to be a hour-pick, the park was a certain,

A few meters more ahead, I saw a a chica a little on the hand right in the

coo and the left in the car. It was I was going to move it back and

back to it was I was the I was going to the park and me I was

more to the bank where the she and I know that I noticed that the

the noise that was a not a thing was I'm

talking a I suppose that a song. Clas in immediate, me it was powerously the attention that was descalced, with the feet full of lodo fresh

that he covered to the topillos. But even as if were seen the head of the feet. The chick was dressed like if you had

had been to come. Repet, it's the hour that usually you find you you know,

you know, you know, people of people who comeying to the world. He had a pantalone

and a bluice of buttons, cabo suelt, and a little bit more than the other a little bit of the details was a common. All at just

only meters of her, she kept moving to repeatedly. The first that was that I'd have been to discuss with someone, or that I'd have assaulted or something, that's strange the canto

that I was tarreing, that lastimero, I suppose, that any other than my would have done the same than I, to ask if it was well. So,

so I'm I'm I'm and what I'm doing. Hello. Hey,

Amiga, all all right? Never I'm never said what happened

the question. Hevante the face. His eyes were

totally black. No, it's not the sclerotica, is

just, of really, totally negative and not had no

I had a back, and a pico, a a

his, aler, and a marrily. His rostle was a human, but her eyes, her nose, and her boca, definitively they'd like a kind of a species of a pager. I tried to respond to my question, but of that peak, of that horrible pico, just sawed a sound like a grassnid, a good, and a surde-seader.

Volta me around and the park that was the desert. I wanted to move me, but no me responded to the feet. A second grass-nid of the chick me made reactionar, and then Vig in his feet only had four deados and with scams,

like the galley. In that moment, I was the extreme of the park and, paulatinaminted it commenced more people that I had been extrana'd like I'd walke back, I'd get up to

that the planesion me made to parr, in a bank and recostar me. Tome a bottle of a bag of my mochilla and me la caved of a drago. I had Mewed

in the direction where that was that the there's I'm

there I'm in 15 minutes assimilating trying to deducing

that was a thing a call my my

called me made that I'm canceled the other day.

I'm Nause my men didn't to tend to

the really the I know that I know what I

know with the chick, pachar, but with all the people, because apparently only I

saw I just I heard of all this. And I'll this was a plen the light

of the day. No, it was near a place in a place profound,

it was in a one area that any one of any one that's now that

I'm that's in the time, I'm not I don't me want to

what's that's in that one for the night. Thanks for to get

to here even to keep up to be able to this episode. For suppose, I'm going to

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called Relatos of the night. It's moment to continue with the story that we has to get Carla Hernandez at the page official. Aung, there are stories for to tell us. This story

was a man, a story that waso a man, in a period in a a fission very marked for to go to take. But, but a

despite to defelarse and and to get in the festival, always he made to get to

work. Nunn't never felled. A day in that was to work, at the five of the

morning, it was a house like every madruhada to pass for a company

who the house was the house was going because was close. When my

my t'clock, when my something, something that not was usual in this way, that was the

palm his man. At the past for a baldio from a little,

he was a figure strange, a little a black on the the

piece, and a peter, but the per rome but the man, like if he

would be a man, he's got to he's a I had left of him, ignore it. But when it was a few meters after, when

he was sure to make it he was in the person, in the same place, in the same position, but his

head had had been had turned 180 degrees, it had had been a form that was

impossible in that animal just to see a my tio. I never had seen a little

a perro that in the Piso, without any effort, would have a little his head, like to be the

No, not aterrador. At a contrary, it was the silhouette of a chick of a body very attractive. He was a

vestige to give to give to the perfection, resaltar his figure, and my Tio

was kept vying to see to her to get to get to the sufficient for that

my Tio was able to see her, a car with the light to the al-cans

he was the last the woman. My Tio Giro to the house of his

friend and he he to sylvar to he put in the other to the

woman this is she's a lot of my my tio no had

heard no but he was how the car advanced with her

board and he he deto he he had

a mal spina all all in that thing he

he said he was he he he said he did

he detobo, just front to him, the other side of the street in a balledio. The curiosity

could more that his fear of he crossed to ask us to ask us they were but

there was there nobody. It was a backio. Hey! He!

He! He! He said, he asked, he had, because he was so so that's

he told what had to pass to, that in that My coached, I could have to be a someone, and now it was a

little. His friend said he was he said he was probably, but my Tio said that he said, he said,

that's pressurated to get a time, so they were then to a road of escalers that back over

into the cars to cut the but just when I did the first escalone, they were

that the door of the car was opened, and they They were opened. And a car that was opened, and a the face that was just was able, the

face of someone that was to be a woman. His car was normal, but when he put the foot out of the car, notar that, without any doubt, it was the foot of a a foot,

a foot of a skeleton. The two both were running to the escalers, then rapid as they were and when they were to do not, Tomano his

things and started to do what they were not mentioned absolutely nothing that

that night after they were they were they're that they're dead

two people both understood that they're that that they've been had been the

same same the same morning good night Suriel I'm to tell a story

that I heard I've seen many that has done a mark

in me Before that, let me give me a little of the context.

When I was a second and the mathematics me result a lot of difficult,

for what my parents decided to get a ex-profors to receive classes particular.

This sir is the protagonist of the story, and always that

had an opportunity, I had been different anecdotas, yeah were some of his

life or, like in this case, of the terror. I am I to write this relato now because,

Dichaelo, before the pandemic, and since then I've had not been anything of him. His husband has kept here with her work, but recently I'm told her that she was, what, only makes to thinker the more, that both are in persons very

major. I'd like that this story permanence in the mind of the community, as a way to maintain their I remember I'm I'm in the

name of the place and of the participants, yeah that I don't know if you still being

a little little the time in the time in the story. I can't say that

this sir was a original of Morelos and after this I'll describe the

things as well he he's from his perspective it was

a little a nine years and I'm I'm I remember with clarity because my papa had

a year before, when I had had eight. Due to this, my Tio Hermann, the man, he moved with us to care us. In the zone, they had reported various disappearions of

the children and young and they were to attribute to a group of maldientes of the people of the people of the for that, they were

to get their house was about a woman and a woman and a little more. A night my Tew came

very agitado of the canteena. My mom thought that was born out of a point of not to let him pass, but something in the tone of his voice was different. Finally, my mom he let me let us get him quickly to the court. My mom asked her, I wasconcerted. What is is happening? My Tio me mirro and aparted my mother to the most that could, although of nothing

served because, a despite that I've been in voice a voice a little

we're to hear it's we're not in the can't we're playing cards

to be a person when he's a person we're we're

we're we're after that we did that he said that

he had seen that was that was that

was that was that the most sure is

that there was that all we all we

went the pistol. It will be a fact that. I remember I'm

not quite I'm not not quite I'm not I'm not yet I'm and I'm

and I rubble and she to restar I could concili

the I'm that something that was something I'm trying to

try I'm trying to I'm the sensation I still there. Of a

repent, it was a great that resone for all the people, segued of various

different. My mom was up rapidly, he sat down me and continued and I

finged to be not not I'm sure, even my mother she

did know that that I'm that my heart was out of the back to

my two went to the few minutes and when you

did my mom got my mom went to the time to they were

in voice a lot of I'm in that's what I'm what was what was that's

that's a question my mom my my my he said if

she was she was she was she was she was she was the young to the

young to the people never were the men were

When I had the other people, and the other people, and they were to the house of the senior, and a senior more grand us told that they saw that they've that they've seen her, that they've got to enter by the ventana of a little

in the other people. Rapid, all of them were to come here when they saw a little and she went to go to go to herm, Dime the fact. Sin,

Sin, your name, the sir, was a girl, that was to know a good, that did you to do with all those to those that she

She was she was I never I'd have I'm saying she's she'll be giving food

helping in what can't but when we got we're we're we've been

a fogon in middle of her the far it was that they're getting

eating food but when I saw by the window

I got I in the fogon there a casuel with

a and a few some some there were

some the the Pyrna. The Sornos Arranked the

Pyrna's to be in the house and the house and they're I'm going to do

I'm sure that we heard of the girl. It was in the cup of

a arbor, detrace of your house and then that's when I was

when I'm and we started the we're to start the we're we're we're

six pistola Julieta we're we're six pistols and all we've

We faciems the ballas and still retortying us. We turned to fire to all. My mom no said nothing. My Tio, too, and it was when the olor, a madera-kemada, started to get to the house. The senior Jacinta lived at the final of the people.

Never had to do any. I always was disposed to help, because it was the person that most had in the people. But it resulted to be a brawra. That's a little, and that my Tio helped

to him. A little after that we moved to the capital. My Tio came with us and then he was married. The life in the capital is very distinct to the people, but never could forget the gritty that Doña Jacinta soot when they came her hands.

Those piernas that had left away from her, I hope some day to hear this relato narrated for you and that this story help that it perdued in the memory of this grand man. I don't know how important

is my name for this relato but I'd preferrify that were anonymous thank you thank you good nights good nights