Relatos de la Noche - La Voz de los Muertos (y otras historias de horror)

Episode Date: December 1, 2025

En este episodio de Relatos de la Noche, la muerte no es un final… sino una presencia que insiste en hacerse escuchar. Acompáñanos a través de cuatro testimonios que comienzan con un grito en una funeraria y terminan en lo más profundo del monte, donde las voces —y las sombras— parecen tener un propósito que no alcanzamos a comprender. Historias de familia, de campos lejanos, de caminos solitarios y de noches en las que algo llama por tu nombre o te observa desde la oscuridad. No sabemos si son advertencias, despedidas o algo más antiguo… pero esta noche, caminaremos juntos hasta donde esas voces nos permitan llegar. Estás escuchando Relatos de la Noche. — 📖 Ya puedes conseguir nuestro libro en librerías físicas y digitales. Búscalo en tu tienda favorita o sigue el enlace para México: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/ España: https://www.amazon.es/Relatos-noche-Novela-Uriel-Reyes/dp/8410442205/ Chile: https://www.buscalibre.cl/libro-relatos-de-la-noche/9789568883270/p/64600265  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I was just three of the morning. I had a sensation very strange, the certainty that there was someone with me in the room. With the end of the window of the side of the window, I saw a little parted, a room, a somberer, a sombrero, a long. Sentie a fear that I don't know how to describe it, but not the eyes, just I just kept there, viewing that silhouette of re-ohoes, and moving. and

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funererer but also there there stories that not

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areas, are rural, are much more real than what we imagine us. You invite to listen with much attention and keep at the final of this episode because we're going to regalar 10 books autographed of the night.

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I'm Jorge of and I've got some months I've heard about I've seen a relato. The fact is that you've been in the

officeina, because I'm vented 10 hours there I'm in there. I'm in my mom.

And it's clear you from the family because in my family, I'm not the family of

things about. My mom's, I'm stories to venting up to but right it's the moment to count those what I'm going to to tell you

the 24 December of 24 was literally the night night's that we've been the day in the

day in the day and the day I'm my old my abelio I really a lot and as

a fecha festiva and were in the house the pantheon the belorio duro

two days complete we're we're going we're going passing the night of 25

or 26 in the funeraria He not had Sposan, and Hicks So we've been Sobrino's

Nets, nothing more trying to to come back to work to get back to get to get to work

and I'm up to turn and I'm the cellion to go to a window that was

a fronto to the front of the funeraria in a second Pist

when I when I moved I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm

if she was I'm I'm if you're I'm that I to continue trying to to be

so on she rode the eyes and she wrote the time in the minute in the

point where you're you're getting dormied when she heard she said

she she did she she said she said a gritty but

a gritty but a great desperated angustied like of someone that

was something that said no me I want to not me I want

to not you don't My mom opened her eyes all and was just sadded and looked to be to see hermannes and primas and

saw all they were all like they were in the dream they were they were they said nothing and

before they could reactioner well it was again, it was that they were when all of they were

not had been a dream one of them one of them asked if they had been heard another said that

had been that had been that had been that had had been that had had to just they were

just they were to rest. It was the only that it was it was the only that was the

day my mom no more I'm not so that because not he used to

talk to talk to my time. I'm after I'm to talk to a little

that I'm a house and then she me said, well, if you

you're you're you're going to tell something. The time

after we we're is the night, the place where, where, where prepare the the corpses of the different

with their families. Honestly, I don't know if call it but you think in community, that the

moment of the the same or, if you not you're prepared, the

alma, get to get to a little more the time. Yes, and thanks for Hello, O'Reel, hello to the

group of Relatos of the Night, and hello to the community most linda of internet. I hope this story in the channel, because it's something that I feel that could like you, and, also, I'd like to see if someone can help me. My name is Secondo Sarlang. I've the opportunity to

to share a voice of Uriel a time, I don't see if one does if one's a quarter, that house enbruhada in La Prida, the Pueblo of Buenos Aires, Argentina. I have to admit that I've that I had to have to have to be to be artis

for a time for the time for the most the day not can't to be able to help I'm trying my work and now I'm to make

to enjoy the people of all the while while I'm but I'm but I'm I'm I'm gonna

I'm a story more, I've been a family and a family and a family and a entire, here in the

Pribue RITA I'm and I'll pass to tell my vivance. Since that time, I've been living in the camp with my two abuelos. As you imagine, the tranquillity and the peace that's part of this zone is something that can't

explain with words. This calm obviously is an escape for some people of his vies agitrareds of the city, as well as the case of my friend of my friend of this story. The chinno me had advised that I'd have been a fine-dean to the camp. was a bit tordied

for the city to what I responded to give you would be able to be waiting with a good I was going to give to

and as I was you know they were they're glad with the notice past one a day

to look in the terminal of the people and then to go back to

we're going to we're going to things to be to get to care

to get to carmows to work with the carios and other the other work that had planned to be with him.

As getting to the house, my Ties were received calidlytably, and, we're trying to put the mess to dinner. During the dinner, we commented to the Tio our intentions for the next days, to those which he accepted the inmediate the grand majority,

excepted the to go to castar. Cabe to clarify that I've tried to get to castes with him, but always had an excuse for not to do it, and as this time I was with the Chino,

I planned to use it like a ayudita for that accept to to go to to

get a a minute to be a second to be and then to give

to keep in a excuse boba when my my

my little and he said he said that he

and that you you take your cross my

my my man he he said a and then he

said he he he would go to the day

going to the next. We, obviously, we alligramed, and rapidly we forget about the commentary of my Tia. The day's the next was full of preparations. We used the arms,

prepare them the cargators, and a box with food for the the road. The idea was to enter us a lot to gettrak or javis, what we found us. During the preparations,

not was to beo-o-o-to-murmuraburabed between-dientes, or had a car as of resignation, as if knew why not we'd need.

Not after that's a same day I was in my tally with my time

when I remember to that I'm to get to the car my ture

to the face and the front and the galpon where the

vehicle is the right so that I'm going to

pass when I'm going to when I was going to the time to say to the

I'm to say to the person to you I've seen a pair of times and it's not to pass on that. You know, with that cross you're perfect. I have the mia here, so no you're

to bea with the chikos. I passed the long, me did it as fast to finish to that I'd have said to the tia to the the day earlier. There I began to suspecting something. A cross? That no, I don't know. Superstitions of the camp, I think.

When it was the night We went to the Camoneta We went to the Trey and we We went to the Three to the mountain

To have a night With our Farrus and lanterns upunting to the lads waiting to be an animal

At the We got to To get a Cajon it And sub the mountain to the mountain to the

mountain to To be able to hear of the animals To be able Weak We got to We need

We can't We No Sto Because the Lune illuminate much more in the camp, but is that not heard of nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was

curious, but no exaggerated. So we went subbing the mountain to get to a way that used the chanchos to come to come with their lechones. Then we're prepared into those pastos and those we're still to try to explain to this place, so you can't have an image clear of the space. Imagine a sender of a tier, plan.

Mereen to your left, imagine a a wall of a pietra of a few meters of high with some arboles on the same. At the right, imagine in a little backada, and, more or less at the altitude of the

the road, the copas of some pino, the down the the ground, what made, that the arbores grew from much more

above. We went to to sconders that were the side the left on the road, and we're

getting to the parit. We're just we're ten minutes, 20, 30, one hour, and no

It didn't happen anything. In fact, but it was to get a breeze of a wind, a bit of so that the copas of the arbores

ballaran. My my tio was with the hands entreeasas over his shoulders and with the

back on the back the part. It was not about anything, but also was not an expectant. My

friend also was also. Then, a little more he heard something, all fin, it's heard

something. We went the three the arms very lentiment to not make a

noise and alert to know that they would be there doing around

that I'm that you remember you know that the back to the back to

the right to the way to make a way to be that's

the front we're to hear of the ramita of

the snow near the border of the down

but down to be to what was there still still without being subpoenaed the sound

the sound was a more more recurrent more more more less than

but he was there moving about five meters more or less or in

a moment that the sound was detovo and then so he

began so to move the pendent to the coming to him we're we're

we're ready after of the arbustus with the catios to the scopetas.

From the back to the road, he began to come to his mar, he, he was a

syrubo, not a chabalil, also a puma, it was a little more. A little

a meter 30, it was not a way, it was a way, because we

saw the hands on the pasto to to be to be pasto to do that

to be the ladder, a little in the that we thought about him. My my friend began to have a hammer and he went to just the head to clear the image of what he saw, and then to try to advance to the

chikillo. I saw my my tio he gotro to the arm firmly but with much good to keep a signal to make a sound for that we made a more a newtie in his moñeca, the which had he had been to signaled the boca with her indice, a rosario

with a cross-blank of a Plata. He had a legroom on her mehilla right. I

did the look at the man, I saw just in the middle of the

little the little his back to the back to the one with the other

like when a little when a man he gets his vestiment

was strange, he was a ponchito rogo, a pantal a pantalon short,

a red of course, and some sapatits like many antigues. It was a

whole a past. His his his pale was a

bad sure you can imagine a a skin of the

white black white of part of the part of the part of the

feet of after the pantalone was in reality I manchones of

on the red on the his head her Oh, God, your head was chatted.

No, I know how to explain it. It was like it had piqued many of the bejas at the best. It was full of raspones for all the car.

Her paleo negros organized in mechones at the long of the hairiness as a cabellera like the

of the unneques antivus to the the hair. His eyes were even inchated

than your car, the parpado rogos and not see them pestares. Then I noticed

those who had been more than to see her posture. They were desgarrated, as if

had been been trying to a sarsa or rassuando cement. It was not the

gusos through the dead, and his mokees were maras. The vision of that

thing was being derrumpied for a sony, a kind of a misled with a

something, but it was a yantto a lot, it was that in the moment of inhaled the air,

and it was salar, and when exhaled, when I exhaled, I didn't know to explain it. Also, it was to marseley a carraspeo, like if not had a garganta to be able to do those ruts,

he started to move his head for various sides. Not were movements erratic, were premeditated, it was, I was looking

something, in specific. Really, it was the scene of a little bit of a man, it wasgarad, see him,

there, parado, yore and a moment while he made a head of the chino made

a sound like of a like when you're like you're not you see

like you like that a air in serrata and with that sound

in this moment the man was my my my my tio

was saying the chino tried to cover to

the and I had my my hands under

the the one the the the He, he was a Heard was a soyoos, very rare,

like very rasposo and grave. I don't look directly to the eyes, some eyes that for moments they'd have to see their interior, some eyes blackacinous,

like the color of the luna. That image me will be to pursue much time in my life, maybe even

even my death, the man in the middle of the way, yorando without

doing to do not do not do not do not do notherstration and and peasant as something terrible would have occurred the repent the new no one he was three a moment to each other one. And then my auntie was about the chin no I was in shock. Then heiro leavened his body and he was caminanded in the direction contrary to the that we

we had that was the end of the apparition and thence was was from our view. The three we went to the time we're in we're in a

caroling us to the carmone we're atentos in every corner, atentos to every

people, looking at the hard at the heart of the vehicle was the experience in

the most I felt observed in my life, I felt that the little

that the thing was going to go to find out the area, we're

we're when we when we came to the heard the noise of the night, the grills, the aves, etc. We went up to rapid and,

before to return to the rancho, I read one last time to the mountain. There, me, it was to see it, with his hands on to on his pecho and her cabbillera, and,

and, to see, a little bit more side of his, a figure more than he, with a hair long and with

a camisone long and clear. her mother, the abuela, something more? No care to know what, and not

you'll comment to the last. Volving the rancho my auntie me looked, still with the cross in his

hands and me said, I don't want to come, I know what is, and what

is, and other I see more more near the house. A

sometimes is there in the potrero at the rancho, others it was the

light of the camp, coming in a rumpo apparent. I know who is or

what is, or what he wants, the only that I do is to be to be

that's for what that's for the or other things, for what whatever

we're in the words of my my ture me made a

a tonto a a tonto for not to know before the because of

the the question of the the why the the because

the words we we went to sleep rapidly the three, and for the night now was the

night's not no past the time. Then I'm I'm told that my man who helped

to make sure to make sure and he he said, and he was talking about what the time and he said, and

it was a time, and I'm not so if it's a little bit of a little bit of the style but when they went between the arborles,

at the other the road, it appeared to be very to very long very burrosos

but but they're both one on the other under a aquilpt near to

a silo but I hope that has been only that a reflection a somo

of memory of my fears obviously the chin no want to go back to

me look with a bad a car when I do you do a carer to go trying to try to

try to get and try to forget the the success that night in the mountain. It's the

only way that I have to deal with that I'm to know. I'm

I'm like my story community I'm hope that I can't

let me make a comment for favor I'm I'm I'm

want to that could be that that or that thing

and if they can can be accompanied one. Thanks, Uriel, for the space, if this story gets to be read by voice in the channel.

Saludos to the team and to the community. And this is all to us a good day. A nice night. A good life. Saludos. Thanks for to continue for here, and before to continue with the following with the next stories,

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in your platform of podcast Favorita or in YouTube. Continue us. Hello, community. My name is Andrea. Leveru much time to listen to us and even I've lived various things.

This was the first and the most very, the most very. It costed to decide me, but finally me to share it for the confidence that I have this occurred

around the 2017 when we studied about in the Cibetis, a preparatory public. The abuelita of an friend had

had fallen and we're a group of the little unyed, we're going to

join us to the person to the person. That day after the class,

we went to Guatla Claya Cappan. The ambient was very

very quiet in the house where they were very pacifico.

There a was a long that had a carver. We're

not We found out of our friend and we sat down for the rezo. The sillies were accommodated at the long of the passio, and I kept up to the back, that I was right, and I was in the middle, of the reso, I heard that someone susurro my name,

very clear in the o'id. Mejee to the left with much fear, but no one had no one. I kept inmobile, thinking that maybe were my nerves, but when I went to the other side, I saw one of my my friends with the same face of

a susto that you I'm heard you I said I said I'm just I'm sorry

we're not we're we're we're we're we're we're about the

but as much it was so much we're we're we're we're

we're that's that night I'm very can't my house I'm

I'm parted with my My brother Menor. I changed, I and I got me to sleep at the instant. Yeah in the madrugat, I was at the telephone. 3.15 of the morning. I was very tired, so I just my accommodated and I tried to

to return to do. The day next was normal. I told me to my mother about the susrower, but not it took me as something. me said that resara. In the night, even I had that inquietude, I could do not be able to be able to do not drugged. I was again to be the hour. At least the night earlier.

And there, I did, I felt something different in the room, like if there was someone else. Not was a sensation. It was a certain. Kis move to me to accommodate me and not I was put. I was completely immobile, and by the end of the side of the window, I saw a little bit of a

sombra, a little, like a sombrero alto. Sentie a fear that I know how to describe it. No, I closed. I only kept there, seeing that silhouette without me, until it was to start to ammeneer, and with the light, he was to be able to.

No, I did not to anyone, because I was sure of that not me going to I'm going to to I'm going to I'm going to I'm going to go to be

all the day I'm trying to not getting to the night, that the day to me made sure that I'm

not could be to think in that moment in that other again me was going to be a

merced of something that I didn't know that that night I said and I said

my mom my mother me I kept I was to be done with her. And it was to go toceder. Desperte for the madrugada, but this time

I didn't even I ques to see the hour. It gave me a fear that another time the re-o-coe confirmed that there was again

the same sombra, equal to quiet, with that sombrero. The fear was I felt a

free but at the same time was a sudden, I was sutting. No, could move nothing

of the My body so on a little the head. Intentatea to convince me that was a paralysis of the dream, of that that is common, but I was

perfectly conscientious, I was completely despite, I was with all the force that I began

to call back to my her mother. Fernanda, I thought that no I was to hear

and she changed for completely. Me he asked, I was, I asked, I'd

had to that I mom. My mom entered with the Bible in the hand. She sat down with me, he started to rest me, me acaricea my carisied the and the feet, and her car. Her preoccupation, never is to me forgetar. So, she kept with me

until that cameo'anice. Until then, I could have to feel to feel that fear profound. She just went to dream a rattle and I for fin me kept me half dormita. After that, you no past no further, but the court, no-seh.

He was with a vibra very fea. Like if somethings had had been there. Passed more things. You were voices when no had nobody. The lights were always

constantly. But now I don't have to have a fear like that night. Not so. Until the

december in that time, I don't know if it has connection the voice of the funeraria

with what I'm to live. No, I don't know if something was to go to me

or if something that was there was but never was ever to be able to be it thanks for to learn my story I'll someday could hear you with you guys my name is Javier I'll describe this story

with my friend my friend we've grown in a community very small of the Sierra North of Puebla the name the Lapislao La Puebla where the actual there there

there. More than a story paranormal is a success that us just to the day of today. This not only succeeded to us, but is a man of the people, that not will give the name for respect to him and his family, to which he'll change the name for respect to his family. This story is a remont to final, is in 2022, when a senior-ed-a-old, which we'll call him Don Octavio,

disappeared. This is a man who was a very known in the people. It was characterized his humor, and more of that he was a little barrage, and the majority of the people would be

a smile to have a smile. I've been on a loa, the quite casually is two minutes the panteon of the community.

In our case, we'd be we and we're we're saying, Don Octavio, and he responded always

with his phrase rara but graciously, Maten Pollo before that me chen alooo I'm chen aloo. I see

that's a A phrase that no has a sense, but it was what he was characterized. Well, a day of the community, Don Octavio went to some of the recino to buy some of the rest of the rata. The normal of always in a day like those. Only that the tinder most circled was 15 minutes, because the road was the road. But he never came to the tinder,

not that nor any other of the people. His ultimate visitment was coming down near the Panteon, a little preoccupied for the jubia. Since that

then nobody knew of him or at least of his parader. Passed that night and her family alerted to visit

to get a to get a bit of a time and could be out like the other but not

simply not simply not it was the day the next he went to the buskedom They got a police and to the Guardia National, and this was very rare because in this

community, as it is very alighed, no, there is people of security municipal and much less the Guardia. This alerted the community, and all over the community, and allotted in their buskeda. The majority is Monte, Cafetales or Potrero, so they not discartedable that for a borrachera, would have a subid and had a accident or something, but nobody found no They didn't know. They're not. They've got a recoveeco and no.

Also, they did a busk in the river of the people, that would bea-crested for the jubias. That rio has a story and socese is a pretty difficult to believe, but that's to tell you in another moment. Nobody encountered nothing in the river, nor a rastro of his roba. Also, they discarded the idea of a sequester,

because there's a new entry of the less because the people would be able to a vehicle extrano and to get the public

more than is Shikotepeg of Juarez are two hours and a half of a carcina to taraseria

to go to you have to walk to so far as that nobody knew that he was up to

he was like if he had had taken the the earth or like something

something more he had had had those nights the tecolototos

cantable in the people all and you see that they're saying that's a malaguerro, so the

people thought the worst. Then, a casso said what even we put to think to think.

The vizabuela of my friend was about a bird, a large, that was

that was to be backando to the night under the year, we're saying that

was to usus for and always to know that pager to be a pagerer

to be a species of a A man, a pager, enormous, that could get to the persons flying. Obviously, no we creak us, and, and, through burles, we said, Awas, and that pager, he drove to Don Octavio.

That day, all stood normal, until that, of the night, by the night, by the night, my friends and you, we got back after to terminate to play football, and we saw something. Between the nyebla, just in the campanario of the church, that also

also is very the house of Don Octavio of the panteon we've

a man great vestido totally of the black he was so it's

put up the water sacodient the body with movements

strange as that was exhaust that time had

been I had been that we didn't we

know he was he he was he he he was he

decided back to campanario very rapid, almost running. We're for instinct and

disconfianca we're going to go to until to get to the panteon, so I do you

I'm a little we're we're doing on the tree, it's a very,

but very pesed. All we're all we're up and there was that that's

that he had been recently. The plumage was of a color black intense, that

a penise a light of a poste of the light, and that maldito pico

rogo, of which they had had been about it. I'm don't seem to be a

little a little a little. So, no, and he started the asses the

asses exactly exactly equal than the person that we've seen

in the campanario of the church, the same movement as

of the can't be in shock and I thought, and Our other friends

knew the history and also they were and they were to get a paralysis, we'll hear of more,

a susurro, a voice that they was a community, not a human, but us said,

Chomacos, they're going to be chismosos to that old was he had to the old pure adrenaline

and the media and they used that we're that we're doing, we We all came out of his house,

while we saw the pacharer over the potrero, direct to the loom. There's where I sullia live, Don Octavio. That in peace all day of today we don't find out of

the success of his disappearance and our encounter with that man, Pajaro. Actually, we've been there. Decid we go to do different places

to study the prepa, because in the the Puylerat are in piscis'n't conditions. But, still we're still

about it when we're we're we're we're not we're in the

we're in the we're that this maldita creature has led to give to

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