Relatos de la Noche - La macabra visita del Día de Muertos

Episode Date: October 27, 2021

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It was two of the morning. Me desperto a room out of my room, like if someone cameer nearer to the room.

The door was opened and a little and a little I could recognize a silhouette a silhouette.

It was my son, in that five years. The sir is in my court, let me

to come to me and I was to make to the hand, I'm to the

first, let you, we're not that you're However, I could advance. He was completely tised, like if it was clavoured to the and his man

was al-elada. I was revised because me preoccupied his temperature and noted that just from where I was talking, some marks of the big ones over-sales over-sallied.

Like if they'd have been very hard. I wasosted, thinking that I had had hailed too. I did that? I asked, No, Moma.

The Sheena no She was a Conti-to- To get me understand how this I'm going to

tell us about about all this everything. Everything all about when

Santi my was to be four years. He died of

his father on a on two of his family. It was we've

to talk to him to be much to something to the He, a

He, a past that he was just a little to be a to be a baby for me, I was

to forcearse for understand it. To do October we we're we're to entusiasm

with the Altar on the photo of his papa and put in the altar

one of his chocolates favorite of the last he had had

been he had been that all all those platics, we thought that the

murder was supermently present in the child and not did not even importance to what occurred to that 31 of October. We'd be able to sleep at the 8, as normally it was and I put to see a movie with a horror with Sandra, my best friend,

that practically lived in my house the months posterior to the death of my marido. Me gritted Santi from her court. My friend had had been up the kitchen,

so she went to see to see what I need. Moments after his voice He called. I'm I'm

I'm I'm I'm said to he said he said there's a man

I'm but the house was in complete calm we're we're

we're nervous nervous maybe because we're all everything

was my friend she's and I went to do you go to get to

even even like if I'm a point to have an attack

of anxiety, common, from the death of my husband. For the morning, I tried to

talk to ask to ask him about what had seen, but then I thought that was better

that the little that the day, that he did do not to me.

No, I've had been I'm I'm afraid that the she was

that had, and the he had used that the word,

me preoccupable and And I felt a certain culpability in what the now the new could be trying to be. Maybe it was to talk about of the murder, what now was just about with his mind and his imagination.

That night I felt the house of scura, pesada. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like if in reality not had we're our own, as if we're completely isolated from the world.

We were not too I was a time and I had many many Pesadias Terrible I saw that I'm of mortals of mortes vivientes that

had been out of the tomb Camin from the garden They'd come from the ventas

the windows and the and the back and and his arms My and my father

his father and the to them at noughty and he'd and say that they were. We'd have to be able to us and we'd beware us and we're quite. So, I'd that morning,

yorandau. It was the last time that I sawed with him. And I feltia that, of some form? Of really, we'd have visited.

It was a day of the mortals. And my my son prepared the last few touches for the altar, for the food that would

to the father. Thanks to the that day, I received the visit of my mother, that no I wanted that I was going to gollas'all that first day of Mewertos, recording the Papa of Santi. A him, we let him do not even more tard.

But, even as he, at the 10, I'd heard to ronkare in his room from my cell, while I'd tomah. Between my soyos, recording my husband and talking to him, of a sudden, I heard the voice of my son.

Bette, for favor. We're all right. We're all right. preoccupated and when we came to a door that had the door abiered, we asked what happened he was made a ballita

pegged to the cabcerer of his camera and we said that the woman was a window.

It's a year, I said my mom in voice back, and he said to Santi that I was

to go to go back to be able to be able to he was still he was he said, that she met her to you. The

door of my room was to my bedation was to be in my room at least, I noticed, if I was, I, I'm open. No, I'd have left you, but when I did a

pass to that, the man of my mom me detour. With a sign, me he said, me said, me calliard and

it, clearly, the respiration of a woman was heard in the room, and I, and I,

saw the cell, and we got to the the room the room. He said that he had to be

he said that's nothing. And my mom and I, we're we're

talking about in voice back, and we what the people was that what

was to call to Raul, a friend of my man

that live a two two and to tell

to let's to see to help the time. They're

in question of her, very preoccupied, and us helped us to make sure us to there were nobody there.

I could avoid notar his miras of lastime like if did you were the

matter of my nervous or to my person. I'm thank you I'd

have done so to be to be to be problems of apparitions

of and the but me aterrava. Iterrava that image of when she was to describe it. And is that he said that was an Anciana Sin Cable and with dents

Amarillo, brilliant, that were used much more piccudous and more afilados to the normal. Me aterrava the description that,

and that Sandra, my friend, she was alludeau when I was saying that it was evident that was it was that it was

of a monster in the imagination of Santi, but that no explain the respiration that we had heard of my mother, I clearly in the fourth. It was to the next two of November. At the two of the morning

when that fear that was a phantasm was back to our life. This time, I was, I was going to get with the house, coming through the

passillos, when I started the sound out of my court that result was to be Santi. It was when me said, was the man was again in his

room and when I saw the marks in his brazo when he said that the she was he was I was I used to

do to work in my court and during various I've an impulse strange to enter to go running to and see

what was that was that was he was he was very little to not to know the coincidency but I was

specifically with the fact that was the day of I never had really in it but I was convinced that in

reality it was it was a day special and that not only those mortals that we're

not that he'll define or who decide who can who can can't but I'm

sure that that that was there was there was there there maybe

had been before had been before was only a that in his

way to go to go to a little that's he's he's

all the night of the mother, it was the four of the morning when not support

more. I'm sure I was sure that he was my little bit of his

court I'm I'm I'm not perfect calm I'm

I'm the light I'm I'm the person but

if I'm there was there could have. I was. I was alibied for not have seen nothing,

for think that maybe, after all, if could be the imagination infantile of Santi, but,

I, not I, not I then the light of the banning Santi? But of the

room, what was what was what was, was the voice of an

anciana that not was to be not to be saying, but

to have to do it for her alone. I'd then, front of the door, to get to my abitation and to and to start at my bedtacea to not be there, in this house, in Day of Murtos. Never... I'll forget what I cance

to be at the moment of running for that baio, when I could support the gas to bolted and see. There was that anciana, without a

with a little bit of a little bit of a reflection, in the space where Santi and I we're still arreggling all the days. I saw with all clarity. Like if it were a person, but I suppose that we're all

our phantasasas to form distinct. I'm much fear to think in this next next day of mortals. For the I know that we're

going to be to be never to something, Santae is going to get to a ba'a.

She will be Sandra, my amyga, also, that's sceptica, more not-pood, what can't to maintain to be at total tranquilly.

But, so, we're going to go to the house that he left the father of that she seems to visit us,

every that the day in that the mortals on. My guys, our relatives of the

night, we're to thank to to enviarned this experience and we we want to pass a tranquil

2 of November we're we're going to have nothing more to talk to and well to all those

who us listen from Mexico and from any where record

to the Murtos the 2 November those we're we're we're

we're in their time to think in the people that not to

not to to record them the better and record the better that we're

doing the and the lessons that we've done to do this this 2 of November

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