Relatos de la Noche - Las Brujas del Barranco (y otras historias de taxistas, veladores y duendes)

Episode Date: November 11, 2025

En esta noche de Relatos de la Noche, reunimos cuatro historias que nos recuerdan que el miedo puede aparecer en los lugares más cotidianos: en un puente desierto, en los cerros de un rancho, en una calle perdida o en el silencio de un taller. Desde Ensenada hasta Oaxaca, pasando por Zacatecas y Durango, conoceremos los testimonios de quienes se atrevieron a mirar lo que otros prefieren ignorar. Relatos sobre presencias que regresan con la lluvia, seres que habitan bajo la tierra, brujas que aún caminan entre nosotros y guardianes que enfrentan al mal con más valor del que cualquiera imaginaría. — 📖 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/64600265See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

When he got the gruea, I found still very very scared. And, while he was sure about my car, one of the chicoes he said, You've got a suerty. In that part, there are three chauffeurs that are all down, they're going to the brujas,

where once there was a capilla a little bit of a community. Very good nights, community. Thank you for to get us with the the next stories and thanks for for being part of

the best of the community of the internet. Today there's a selection

very that is from spiritus to bruchas duendes animals

that we don't we do we don't understand there there

stories of and taxists also the only that they have in common

is the fear and that certainly even you not you

don't There is someone very, very, very, with a story not so much that here is to teller. You invite us to put attention to your around, not only for the stories that there are people

disposed to tell, but because if you hear you can't, in the night, maybe you'll acances to perceive something, something that always was there,

but that you didn't hear you. Maybe you're the second protagonist of relato. of the night. Good night's to all. My name's Richard, and I'm

originally of Encinada, Baja California. What I'm going to to tell you know about a few more of a year. In one of those nights that never

you'll forgets that you've attempted. And, believe me that I've intended. A little more to tell it, is a little more

in that direction, and if no I'll forget, at least in some moment, I want to not to feel the same year.

I'm a restaurant that opened up the year past, over the Avenue Adolfo Lopes Matheos, there in plain center, where is all the touristic.

The bars, the tiendas, the cafes, all those places that are in the days of the same day with people of Tijuana of San Diego. It was our first summer abjured, and us had been surprisingly well, so the doggio wanted to organize a convivio

after the turn. We'll start the local, we'll take some beersas, and we kept talking to this afternoon, about the way that pinted all. When I saw yesterday it was at the 3 of the

morning. I live more to the south of there, like a half hour and normally I'm a taxi,

but that night had had gone what I thought it had to be that I could be a

time, that was a city a city that's a lot of you know, and you know, to do not, you know, and the ramparts. Camina then

for that venue, Lopez-Matheus, back into the area less transitated, and when I came to the point

over the arroyo, it was when I heard the sound of the water. At the first I

did importance, I thought that was the current normal, but the oceaned but

conformed me was very I was the point, I did that was that was

that was that that part of the city, that the majority of the most of the

best is that is a very good a very very very

very and not he never the the the the

the top of the little the I'm I'm I'm I'm

I'm I'm the reflection of the light the light of the

postes to the rumped over the formable in the water

that seemed there life property. It was beautiful. If my

telephone no had been a lot of a lot, I'm even if I

have taken a photo. But just when I was going to go to a

back. I thought was a postal, a box of a or some

tronco from from the but the bultus enderso and then then I

didn't it. It was a not a wasura. It was a little, a figure a little,

with the cabo-negrowing and long pegged in the car. I know to say if was a

woman, but her silhouette was too clear, even with the little light. And what

came lulled the blood was that I was that I was moving to the mar, for supposed,

but that thing advanced to the interior, like if nothing could be to

I kept paralyzed an instant, and in that second passed by my head a million things. I tried to an explanation logic,

maybe a person drugated or someone or someone who had been to have been to see me, I knew

that I was human I, I had the I was a completely deformed with the eyes where

should be the book and the back above and the as if styrar

to the limit of the skin of the other a long

grisace that it's that's that the body and

the world and and his arms and they were

in the water and I got I and I

and the banqueta and in that the figure

began to move more faster more no he

chep but I sent his presence acrcandos. It was to

start the air, because I felt like more difficult to breathe. I was running from the point and

look at the road to get to get to the many of the many of the choffer's, a man a man,

a man, he saw, and he got to immediately when I'm so so,

he asked that I had passed, if they had been assaulted or something, and I

I only what I could say to say, still still temblowing, recuperating the air. He said that he had seen a little down the point. The taxista me heard with

calm, without interrupier and when I said, you know, you're the first that I've something that

when the canal is a little the mar devolve something to I'm to responder me,

I ferece a cigar, he said that me said that we said a moment in the taxi

and he I'd still to me calmed. Then insisted on my house and

he's not I'm not quite I'm not I'm not I'm and it's I'm

still at time to take a moment to recover to come to get not

really not so but that the few times Iv't

to pass the point. I'm really a lot I'm that's I'm

that another that thing, it's a night so, always that I'm going to

go to go to when I'm sure, when I'm into the need to look to

look at the next to what I think is in what I've got to see, that the mar devolved the

never did say to take the Zakekats and this that I'm going to go to be

a few years when Not all day, I've lived with my abuelos, in a rancho pecanoers out of the municipality of Betagrande. In the house was at the foot of a river, in a zone where bunded the minas abandoned, the tunnels that were the auger minedero. From a little my abuela, said that in those coves, vivian, the little, those that are noxed and no longer than molestating in their territory.

I was rea, clear. I thought that only are stories for that not only in the serros, for that not me away from the house. But a time of March

me left a while had gone to be my abuel was in a borgia not the

of the that's that they were to go to one of the one of the only

go and the sun was I was getting to barren the patio of

the air was the that's that's that's to work

to do you do all this if my my abuela, no, I'd regressar that at least I'd have

attempted, I'd go ahead, so that I'd keep. It was then when I started a little

little bit more like if someone was maybe it was about the floor. I thought could be a

machine at the way but the sound was very rhythmic and that's like if someone

had been to work just behind my my feet. I gotcha to hear more

and would be that were some other one species of a pozo taped with pietras great. Me gave curiosity, but also some of the meadow. So, I regreced a house and

closed the door. It was so much hour, and, while calentable, in the stove, I'd hear a silvety- a bit more fined, repetitive, like the

can't of a pager. But not was a a little bit of a short, torpe, like if someone tried to imitate a song and

not knew how to see it, and some moving us between the mesquites. They were

three figures little of the time of a little, but with the little

the arms long. His Rostrosos and it were not that they

were burrosos and even they were that they were seeing that they were

one of one of I had a that was a a

piece of a little so that the same syivido

now more closer I'm I'm quite the stufe and I'm going to come in a carmine to the carcett

and I'm rastraining the feet and I started at the mess and for a moment I thought that I've been

but then I heard a well psalpec with the door and another until that the point

the sound changed like if someone arrainar the madera from I don't know how, but I

I took a valor, and mirro for the rendition, above to back to start me of doubts, nothing more. And what I did me still persiguing, still by today, I'm sure for God.

A man little, dergated, with some in in in in in dark, asomated by the border inperior of the door, movings like

if he was a grita for where to enter. Grite, I, of my abuel and I'm incehrie there, until I heard her voice afloor, and I was because that day, it was too, in getting, more of the count. When I found her, he told her all, and I said that he said to me

cryer, that not me fared to get her, that not was an inventor to not do my kastere's. But she not surprised or not, she burlough. Encended a valedora and, said in voice a voice, but I said, no, they're not They are not as one's respect. But not you look when they're when they're. Never you're, because that's do you know-hark. For that's so they put on borrots.

That's when you're seeing when you're seeing. At the day next, my abuel and I, we found the earth revuelta, along the pozo taped. Between the piers, we saw a moneta-negraced, with a grabado that none of the two recognized. My abuela, he was involved in a panyuelo and he was to guard. And never more he'll ever to be. Tampo we've ever we've ever we've to

to be able to when I'm just to forget it. In my dreams is distinct. There, much more more than what I'd like I'd, although I'd say with another thing, with something that no has nothing to be.

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always but I'm very now now There are stories very, very,

very aterradoras for this night. Good night, Suriel. This story me let me a taxist of a name

Eusebio, when I washack in Oaxe a little years. I had had taken his taxi

at the madrucad in the center and during the trackto when he he was

he said, you know, he said that, there are things that only to manage us

to know to be to be to I'm I'm that I'm for a story and me

he told the next. Lucervo was always every night because according said the

money can't when the time a madrugada any madrugada any a minute,

a little a colony in a part of the city one

where the streets are empinadas with casas and cables

that call all all the night was very

quiet no no nobody in the banquettes and the noise of perros.

Only the motor of the taxi and the zumbido of the postes. At a barrenco, she did a point of that he had taken the route equivocated. They're of those that are normales at the principle, but conforms you're you know that every bit more cases, less light,

less signals of life. That there are terminated, so. So, he attempted to do a while to Nupor. something. At a lot of the area very

a group of of the women reunied as a little a foot of a few the final of the street.

They were four, they were to start of spaldas murmurating something, it was

he was light, illuminated just by the fire. And even it's

very rare, at the first Eusebio thought that was a reunion of

Becinas, that's even a ceremony or a private, but the hour and

the hour and the good of all they were very-s very-s even

even so he was the velocity more more more more

other other other the taxists are to know

to not that not fast not that so I'm

that even we're we had he took his

time he he wanted to be. It was then when one of the women he was made the head of the head in the

front. His rostro was a palid and not reflect the resplandor of the fire. Eusebio

he was hecored very well. No had sehas and his book was without emit

any any sound but it was that I was the other women gyrn at the same

and what he saw after it was sufficient to have to to work for months. His sombers not coincidian

with his bodies. While she were kept quietas, the sombrae were in solas,

retorciending and in directions distinct as as if had been a life proper.

Eusebio sent a scalofrio recorrel to gore to the spald and

meto first to get to before just then he

engulfed the techo of the taxi. No had nobody around, and the fire still

on the front of the street. He was looked at the mirror to the

one of the women was not was in the group. It

saw, he was being coming behind behind the taxi

but with a path seemed to make the feet.

Aceler, but the At least that is what it was what he perceived. The velocimeter marked 40 to 50, but no advanced. It was to be able to be at the same house. It was like he was trapped in that alley. Of course the radio of the taxi was on the same. No, there was music, only a voice. The voice of a man like,

can't even instruments, without just a man that was, only a man he said he was and he was he said he was

voices claras and suave that they said no corras don't you get some of us

you're going to gors no don't you don't get you guys you're to get back

you didn't that signify that but it's He was heard so close to the MEDYOCEO Solted the Volanty.

There's he advanced. His taxi He was up to the banquetta, chocked with a boste, and the gulp he was made of that that's a

kind of that he had advanced on the street. When he did it was a little that all

that was that nobody saw to be the shock. A lo a loo no way he was

no further no no no no Nothing. But after there, although

I was farranco yeah, the allure a fire apagated or he'd a naras called the

grua. It was just before that an an manseer. The mechanic that was for he said

something that he said that still he'd be he'd he'd in this colony there are

there's there's they're all right they're where Dantz had a capilla that came-a-one. With the time, Eusebio,

he was going to work to be a night, but never did to get to that zone. Although they're not the

people, that are the good, Goodnach, Suril, I'm Armando of Durango, and I want

to tell you something that me passed a years, when I was a time,

I'm a carmion that was at the caroars of the city, and the

road on the the time, in this time had I had arrived to live with my brother, and he

got to that job to. The place was an of those that are all in carriages there were

parts of many, montones of fierros oxidated, and a quarter little of

the madera where were we were the guards. We were two in that then

because he had been to have been to the other other other time, so we got

to get the same time, another man who had his 18 years and

I. That first night He kept with us After the Midian Night the Encargated A man

very serious Of those that are a little A manch Like my Papa The actual

Me no Hecored He said He said The Rondines The zones Where we Wechekar

Candados And at And at final He said He said What I He said

Aero If you You're But you They can You can't You set the door, get them to the dormitutes,

not more. He asked if there was a little per centred on the terrain, and he said that no, that no. Then he said

that if we'd one, definitively not was hisho. We thought rare, but we almost we'd

even our night there. When, like the three, when the free started to feel to

feel like we're going to the casetta, or of the perro, pausado. And a

laddried of those that not seem to of the of the canstancey after you after you could be

a little aftier to the door. We're looking without saying nothing.

Until then we we've said we've said we're we're doing and we did we

we're the we're a little and then he went and then only a

perro something of the tone of that something of that rare, as if there was a a tristence more than agression.

At the day next when it waso, before we were passing a perro-co-co-co-co-co-co-laweder before in front of the tallyer. Very flaco, she had marked

to the costillas, with the little hair that had full-of-pull- when I wanted to give to eat the burrito that had been made

he looked with with fear and he went to as if her only information of the humans were pat-as and peddra-as to aleharse. There are many perros that so do know of us or know of us. Me did a lestime and he left a little of

a little bit of food. He went to the encircled and, Albert he said, no, nor, you know, that's the same that's the that's the same, eh? But if this is a-acercule, let me get to, and then,

and then, almost without, we're going to, A little this is going to to show why not you can do you

to make to make a case what and he around around for a

and the perrito he went and the first he was to the

door and he was more the more the

the man we put we we like we

like the archangel well he he he had

under a trailer and the night we we

did we had and the poor no he had

And there he was chaffed at the door, like if if he really would be able to get a job, like if

he was we're not a madrugated when the wind so plough very very

to hear the same sound to something like a little a not a not he

was the other it was a one, it was a sounding for all the patio Miguel

he's levanted insegues the umu and he's on the door. Temblava

of fear, but no it was moving to be front of us.

Pronts it was how something that was on the table the

of the He was out of the an an anernergated and we found out of the Cefree on the mesa. Oh, he said, no, he, but this perr not just

he, if not a more, maybe have seen what he has the Rewoods. And that's not the last time that we we've heard us, for nothing. Those visits were

constant, but every night that that was, Miguel, he had the same he went to the same, He was up He looked at the

door and there he was kept grunned into as a unciating that no he was going to never to

get to work, Miguel was different he was he was he chocable with the

things one of the mechanics me gave a venton to get him to get him and there

he said he had said he he had been sick when he when he went to

when he said that he said that a that sometimes that's what they pass to the perils that they're in a phantasm or a other things peores. That a perro-sego,

it means that he saw the mal of the eyes. That means, that he's just he went. And, I don't he really is that that day never more I've heard

nothing in the techo, in the patio, and in the other and I've two years more there. When I left that I took a Miguel with me.

I didn't even ask me. I was up to the car and we went to the house. Here he lived tranquil with me, until he was and I don't know if it was for custom, for something more, but every night the Miguel,

before to do not to turn to the door of the house. That was her place. There was a dormidito the day that he was to his last

respiro, he intended to protect us.