Relatos de la Noche - La Noche de la Sirena (historias de encuentros paranormales)

Episode Date: June 14, 2024

En el episodio de hoy, exploraremos historias que desafían la lógica, tu escepticismo y desatan el miedo más primitivo. Desde encuentros con espectros que vagan por calles desiertas hasta lamentos��� quizás conocidos, que rompen el silencio de la noche. Apaga la luz y abre tu mente para lo que estás a punto de escuchar, porque las siguientes historias no son aptas para mentes débiles. Apaga la luz y déjate llevar, que ya estás entrando en los siguientes Relatos de la Noche.¿Te atreves a escuchar?Compra mi libro aquí: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noc...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.

Very good nights, community. Bienniko to this program where the sombras cobran life, where the usurros of the more there are an voice and

especially to someone that this night. This night prepare you to submerge in the disconocid

in the rincones of the mind and the heart and the terror hasached and the

mysteries are all over the tenue of the light of the Now, your apartment. In the episode of

today, we'll explore stories that defiant the logic, your escepticism, and desatting the fear more primitive,

from the encounters with spectros that bagged from the streets, to the people,

that rompens in the silence in the night. Apag the light, and open your

mind for what you are to hear, because the these stories

are not apt as are apt to sensibly sensible. Accompanion us in this voyage, where that line between the reality and your pesedias, will be able to more burrosa. You're listening...

Relatos... ...the night. When my sobriina had three years, not very frequent, but so common, that she would be kept a quiet and callied of the nada, and signalara a a one a pared, saying that there was the that the little bit of the little bit, the that was molestable.

Nobody more saw that, and we'd say that with the time would be passer, thinking that was his imagination, but personally to me me me aterrava, and preferre to be like if she had not said anything. One day my family acrodeed to the baptism of a person. Frankly, I not solace

much with those vicinous, for what I had thought to go. However, when they they were despidiered, I saw you have been a woman, very beautiful with a vestige of a dresser and a diadem.

When I only in the house, I was quite and all the lights were on the most minimal reason to feel me

nervous or strange. Dado that it was in the night, it was very easy to be able to see to

see that the window and I went to the brain behind me, is a little a little exactly

like my sobrina. The only difference is that this this is she had to have been

about a year, because it was very high, and she went to my son,

when he was I saw, I'm Iterre, but trying to to

get to give me and I'm saying groters but I didn't

I did I did I'd have been a real that vision like that had been my imagination. I went to goreying to my

house to look a friend that I'd ever to be back when my papas regressarine. When they they were,

but they just not me pressed out of attention. No, they said that not me they were

they didn't take it very in serious. It was they were to do not to do

not. Since that day never more to hear to hear a little to

that she in my house. I don't see nothing. And my sobriene

again about the other than about the thing. So, with the time she was

the thing. The curious is that I never I'm that I

know, I'm that you know, that's that with the years,

my sobrina was very, very very very very

very I just a brother. This suceso, my mom in 19698, when I had only eight years, and I lived with his two brothers and my abuela, in a little, called the Camarone, in the state of the Guerrero.

For that time, the place carecise of electricity, and used veils to illuminate for the nights. The houses were small and of adobe. They were very separated between us, surrounded of terrains valdios with

a gerba-alta. One night my mom was with a gasperted with going to go to the ban on the way to-do. The way required to almost always to start to my abuela for that accompanied. And is that the baio was that was about 20 meters of the house. In noches like that, he was made to start a sun in the

obscurit. She wascured to the side of my mother and she was just when I was to talk to her third time, between the obscurity, saw how he was up the silhouette of her

vestida with a shirt with a was a little bit of slithing, and restristency, while the silhouettes all right,

right, to the gerba Alta. My mom he grittable that she had to be but the figure no

responded and still advanced until that finally disappeared in the obscurized. Aterorized,

my mother carried to back to the house where in the entry, her real mother,

he gotro the brazo, he asked for what was going was he was grittando out

out out of the whole to both get very very astusated never before

had been been living something on the day the next they're around

the house and then that was that had occurred not never never

more for so so that that's the that's

the good or it's good or it's well is a ent or

a spirit this are questions that I know that much do they are. I have a

experience with her that I'm marked profoundly. In the year 2002, I did my service social

in the cross-roja in the center of Guadalajara. It was a clinic that had a

consults, attention in a sanatorio and service of emergency. During that time

I presencied many things paranormal but those are other stories that I

will I'll mention because it was a You know, those places where you know, in some way that...

That all is possible. A day, there were two presues to the area of choque, similar to the therapy intensive but with more than possibilities of recuperation. One of them had

a barilla clavoured in the pulmon, the mandibula dislocated, and fractures in the tovill and the nose. So, state, was grave. The barilla traversed from side to a side. The other had

a goalpies in the head and the coo rot. In that then I asked a way to

canalisels me they're that's the thing before the before they

the barial. At the very all all I thought it was not you

never a person me said, you have the tattooing

he has the the santa death she can I'm

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm A little after came the Enfermeros and doctors and they were

to get into the chirofano. Ambos were out of the danger. He, after 12 hours of operation. This was

because the day next I revised the registros. It was part of my tasks, to be the patient and

the patients and the need to they were still they were still back back to us on their camas,

they were they're playing and to them to euthersers, echandosel the one to other to be there. Nothing more, a police, but he was aft of his beleas. All past,

the Santa Mourte, I was the saluted. He wentio and me responded to the saludo. In tone of a broma, I said, "'Ay, compa, for a pokey you know the countess, eh?' And he said,

"'My little, me cuida. No, me will be to die. In case, this way? This boy no past this night No, I I wanted No, there was

nothing to to answer to do you, I prepared to go to get me They were At least at the 7

and my turn had term had But when I was I was going to see a sombra

to come for the passio that was I was I was I was I was

I'm a cat black a black enormous as if it was it was a even a move it very rapid and the

passissue not was able well when it was the door to the room to the room

turned to enter into and I'm a woman and a policeia me asked if

me had been I've had already I just I'm I'm

I'm the the personer me responded that I'm but with doubts. No, I could

to take what I did the head and I was I read what the priest had said, that his companyer no would be the

night. At the day the next the same thing, what he said exactly what predich the person to

the tattooage of the Santa Morte. His companyer fellesio of an

attack to the heart, they said, they're that's he was that's

he's said, to the person, me said something that surprised because

you've got to have to be a my little she not you're not you don't you

don't you even can't make a favor if you want you don't

I think I was I said with a fear that I was

to the answer not but I didn't make

I don't I think my turn with I decided to not pass more

there, for where he was, and retire me for the entrance. It was and I would

never would be until the when I was there. He was he was there not

was a little dark and I came to the market San Juan of God

to take the carmion of the Route 6-39 that me

that I just in the end of the time I went to

I was in my, and I I'm in the in the dream, a senior a black me asked,

what you want you? So, see me. And I know, community. I know that

it's very difficult to believe what I'm going to say to continue, even more than that

parision that I but I just when was just when I thought

a little to I back and I the middle of the passio, there was a bell, a bellarroha,

it was like that someone had already had been left to like to to sign a pacto. No, I took.

For the I'm, I don't know, and I did I, the one is when I was not was the

prison, what was a great alveo. And, I know that are some suggestions, but

and if she exists, And if really is of favors a change of something, since I think on it. Demasio for my health mental.

In the coasts brumosos of a little small peasant of the new that I'm to guard me the name, the story of

the siren of the nights negras. It was said that during the nights that precede in the

times of hurricanes, the A few times of a peor time, a figure, a penas visible, emerged of the water, a figure that was, more sombre than reality, that was a sirena. Decian, decian the few people that knew someone, that I knew a someone, that he had seen, that was a sirena. Every time that silhouette appeared,

a person in the people, mournia, for some extrana, reason, for an accident of the more invasurisimil, for casualties. It were murders that were not justinated to occurring. It was like if the sirenna anunciar to every one of those murders. In this people I lived, Alberta, my madrina of baptism.

I think it was the best-aweller or something. Never me clarified well. And now, now I don't know to get anybody that can't take that doubt. Albert was anianna, the ultimate of a family

Pescadour, that rarerable that's rare a bit out of the public, and a who had seen only few times in my life, that

I remember, only were a pair. One of those occasions, however, she would be with me

for ever. We went to see her, and my papas were to repair all what they

saw, all the that was that was that was that you never had less force

to do it and her and her house, and be embegeasing with her.

While my my pap were to find out some materiales to the people,

she and we were sitting in the little house to a little muele,

of those of the use family. The cold calab in the

be even even even we've heard we we're

we we're a the drink that he'd give to his fifth coffee since I was there. With curiosity, me asked if I had heard about

the sirenah of the Nights Nights Nekras, the sirenna that visited the people. If my papa had ever had been about of her,

I responded that no, although she had heard what I said at the beginning of this relato,

and she me said that was to listen with attention, that would I could identify

something more than the sound of the mar. Then, me he told of something that had occurred

a decade after, when it was a very was a night. While I'm that I'm

never the rest of the cabbaugh, Alberta sent a presence in the

obscurity, a sunbra that's moving on the water. With

the the heart with the heart, he was a

door to the woman emerging of the profundities, apenest visible in the light of the

Luna. Alberta sent a scalofry to recorrents while he was over the creature.

Sinted her psalis and despite of the cold of the night. With the determination of who has

lived the sufficient as to not to know to be the the cabna

she was a back to the moege that that the woman that

the back to the water, permanence, immobile, with the view even clavada in direction to the people, ignoring for complete the presence of Alberta, who finally he asked, he was, he said that the figure,

only then, then, he looked at her, that he claved, that he belied in the obscurity. With a movement rapid, the siren extended a man to Albert, and, and seeing the teeth, and the teeth,

and seeing those dents affilated like poinels, like those of a piece, in a species of

a surprise, but before that could get to be a letter to the bolsio, the apunted

to the creature, reveling for a moment to the realer form only for a instant

of the light bright. The siren emitted a grito and then retrocedo

and then the profundities, disappearing in those waters turbulentas. Alberta

was a moment there, trembling of fear and ambrough, but also of the alivio.

Alivio for having survived the encounter with a creature of the creature of

that she was about that she had been in that was that I'm that's that's

the world was to believe her. They were was very very that had

had had had had the thing, that's she

had but she was she she she she

had seen the she had survived and that

she that she sheen that even sometimes that

she that never she never more she never she

she and the night the people, Alberta, guardable his encounter in the most profound of her heart.

An experience that never would ever and that he recordable that, even in the behees, even in the night, and to be victorious.

That in peace and my madrina Alberta, I will continue record and always with much love. Our last

relato of the night, dear community, we have to a little and apartado people in the heart of Mexico, where two friends,

they're in the obscurity, in the busk of medicines to save a life. But what they're going to find in their way is much more than a simple legend. Listen with attention, because what is a story of horror that is a baller the blood, and will

question to ask us about what they're in the world that is rodea. In a little and aparted, of the bagu, one of those that has been out of a painting, of what all the strangers imagine when they think in Mexico. There,

I've lived an experience that was grabbed in my memory for ever. At my age, I'm a lot of I think I'm to tell her, but if no, if not, if not

I'll tell you, I don't know to anybody that I want to hear to hear. Today I'm only, and I know my

nights, listening to the community, I'm accompanied for you This This was a A night

Scura, Sin Luna When my Amico and I knew us We were forced to

his mother that was gravely Enferra with a Linterna Veeha Like our

only company We're We're We're on the a man to spectral, of not have been

been so bad to be a bad at the woman, no way of that I would have come back to my

friend, but I was getting to the house, and the less that was it was to be in

the the that I was that I had been that I had done, without

the the lights of the and the we're and the people were

to beckes and sure and the apresurated, because they'll they'll be allusion, sitting a nudge, in the gargant. No, I know, but

we need to continue to the last my mom needs his pastillas. Me responded, Lucio, trying to maintain the calm, and if, no, we could have more than

to advance. The way to the little bitica to the other side of the people was made more longer with every the pass. In the lament, desgarado,

rompioed the silence, no cello the blood. I know what is a say, but I'm sure that in this moment I felt like it was free to the blood, and me recorried to all the body. It was a yant to be from the most profound of the night,

a gritty of a lot, of desperation, that resooned between the paredes of the houses and the arvoles to the road, the yorona, segued of many groceries, recording the stories

that I had heard from this child, there was a new a legend that me did a more more fear than

she. No, man, how the jorona? That's no exist. Someone

us want to start, Carnal. Responded Lucio, although his voice, you know,

his nervousism, but the yantto continued, acacacunders more. Acelereramus the pass,

almost and so, while the terror was to the terror was to completely.

All getting to the place of the people, we surprised the the little

the little there was time, even there was a time, there,

there was the never nothing to never, never deten the

people to get to get to the place, and the repented,

let's you a figure that a person, and, and then't the

way, and the room to us to the place. His cabo dark was over

his rostro and his laments were even more intense, full of a testesse that was

more more than more more than we're we're paralyzed of terror, he gritted

me me, I'm a man, he was the poor of luci, sentient

that the the legs, and the little bit of respondied, and he both were to go to be able to

get us and we're back. The way to be to make a long as infinitely

under our feet, and that of the Yorona, no, he had the distance, although

his yantos was very under, retumbing in our ears. Finally, we came

to the botica, with the heart to start to the same, the

doane, an Anciano that we respected us much, we had entered a prasurably

and he's the door after the hands and and the what's what you asked,

he asked the an man, although he was to know the response. The

Yorona, there came the Yorona, said Lucio now now so convinced

now with the voice that, the the old sentio sentientient and

understand. Look, children, no see if she's the jurorna of the but that

woman, that was the woman, that was the back to these, year and for something

for something that's who said if they're his children, but tranquillus,

tranquill that here are safe. Esperen a rato and then go ahead to come

to get to get to a moment or to not to be to

Lucio no I wanted to to wait. A past of the fear, he was going to

his mom he was his mom The way was dispejaveged by both sides. We imprended the regress. This time the trajectory was more rapid, without defiance, impulsed by the gas and to put us to

save. At the back, we received the mom of Lucio with a very little sonrisa, and, aggraceda, tomed the medicines that livid would bea for fin the pain. Lucio and I,

we could not be able until the amazer. While the people desperada and the residents were the people were we're going to

never forget that night that night in that we're in front we're incarnated in the yantto eternal of

yes I say I said that was the yorona the people did a calm

but the echoes of that night were they were on the and the world

and in our and our the heart of the heart of the whole. I began to note that that was a ritual of all the days. Every that night came to the people, the people of the pressurabye to refugers in their houses, murmuring orations,

as to maintain alehyada to that spectral, a woman of Blanco, that I'd have for his caches vacillaz.