Relatos de la Noche - Lo que sale de las ruinas
Episode Date: September 19, 2022Un ente extraño parece haberse liberado aquel 19 de septiembre de 2017. Algo que desde entonces aterroriza a una familia cuya vivienda fue dañada. La siguiente historia fue publicada originalmente e...l 19 de septiembre de 2018, apenas un año después del terremoto que nos tocó a todos tan fuerte aquí en la zona central de la República Mexicana. Lo publicamos con todo el respeto del mundo, recordando que tenemos que estar preparados y preparadas para este tipo de acontecimientos, recordando que siempre somos más fuertes cuando nos unimos para salir de la tragedia, y recordando sobre todo a las víctimas, a la gente que perdió todo, a la gente que lamentablemente perdió la vida. Un abrazo solidario en el recuerdo a Ciudad de México, Morelos, Puebla, Estado de México, Guerrero, Oaxaca, Veracruz, Tlaxcala, Michoacán e Hidalgo. Todos los enlaces para encontrar a Relatos de la Noche en tu plataforma favorita están aquí: https://linktr.ee/relatosdelanoche Publicidad: ventas@sonoromedia.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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The next story was published originally the 19th of September of 2018,
just a year after the terremote that we took to us so strong
here in the zone central of the Republic of Mexican.
It was with all the respect of the world,
recording that we have to be prepared and prepared for this type of
happenings,
recording that always we're more fervous when we're unimous to start
to the tragedy,
and recording, over all the victims,
to the people that per die of all,
to the people that, lamentablely
per die of the life.
A brother in the
record of the city of Mexico,
Morelos, Puebla,
State of Mexico,
Guerrero, Wajaca,
Veracruz,
Claskala,
Michoacan,
and Idaalgo.
This is what
came with the
tempur.
You're listening
Relatos
of the night.
I've doubted for
a lot of
this story.
At final,
no is that
me has decided to
because I'm convinced that they can
come burles,
of that the people
me tachie loco
without know me.
Maybe it's more
the desperation
of what is encaddened
in this house
from the temblor
of the 19th
September past
and with what
I feel that
I don't know
I'm going to
see.
At this altitude
the chism no
so much
the time
that's limitable to
those who
day tragic. There are people who
have lost their patrimon, and even
today not have received a response
clear of the government, and not only in
in Pueblo, and the Stasers, here
in the city, here in the colony
Roma, that was my case.
When they lived in a house that
was a little damaged, the
edificio of a lot, it was and he
took with the lives of various persons that,
without,
my
friends,
I've
used to
see and
I'm used to
see,
and I'm
not used to
have done
structures,
and I'm
not so
that's
visible in
that first
moment,
but at
a time,
when I
came back
I'm
I'm
that I
didn't know
that I'm
sure
to be able
to be
the
two
two chicoes
to the
people
didn't
even
were
they were
there
there,
a collection
of
articles
that
represented
the
life of other
people
that's
even
for all
the
house.
After
a month,
when
they were
the
work
in the
building
deru
I'm
definitely
to
back.
Nobody
me
dettue.
A
nobody
seemed
to
imparting.
And
living in
a structure
in ruin
is
better than
in the
alberg
without
no
hope
to the
government
to
start the
new.
When
I
went
to
do
the new
abitable,
me
I did count of the
damages
I did
count of the
magnitude of
the destruction
of the
piece of
the pad that
fell to
the
house
of the house
of an
intense
odor to
a humedat.
Some
malice
of the
garden
of a
disquidated
to have
been to
get into
the
house.
And
only had
just had
got
a little
when I
noticed that
I'm
being the
one of
the
invitation, was clear that
someone had
been stoned in
my own of
my own
of my
things.
Photographies
were in
the place,
records that
were in
cajones
now
accommodated
on my
camera.
A
past
that had
had
had been
all the
things,
I thought
that it
was a
little
that someone
had been
to be
the case
and that
was all the
of the
Intacto. Apparats
Electronics.
Dinero in
effective.
My reloges.
No.
It was
nothing.
Although,
everything
had been
been
been
made to be
his
place.
I felt
a scalofrio.
There were
things
quite
intimate
there,
that represent
stories of
my
relations,
of my
family,
secretos
that now
someone
more
knew,
while
was in
some
a smithed, a sound in the part of the
bottom caught my attention.
Someone cameina was
with all tranquillity for the house,
moving things,
without the menor intention
to occult their presence.
I took some object in that moment
as a arm,
I don't remember what,
and I was disposed to
vener me of that person,
surely the same
that had been in my
house, for who knows
know how much time
in my absence,
I just had
had done a pass
to start from the
when I
when I was
parado front of me,
Esperand me at the
middle of the escaleras.
A man,
with a trage
of scuro,
coffee,
or at least
that color
apparented,
yet full of
mugre,
old,
like of other
time.
His sombrero
no me
to see his
eyes,
but yes,
her media
sonrisa.
All the
valentia that
had had
minutes before
was to
a cano.
I,
I'd
to the recamara
more
to me
and me
and I
had to
the police. The operator me assured that
he was to an unit in the
and meanwhile,
I heard how he got up by the
escalars and entered to my
recamara in where I was
moments before.
It was more than a half hour for
to acutier to the policeia. And when
I heard, I was
running from that abatation as well and
I came to the door.
Entraned two officials to the
house and they revised from
to the above.
Yeah no, there no one
nobody, and I thought that that
that manseeked that man could
have been out of the
time of the other moment of the
while I was
a manned over my
companyers.
He went to the policeies,
not without,
advertier to be
a little bitroo
to live in a house
in those conditions.
No me
say, I'll
ask me the door
until that they could
answer the time.
I felt bad
to not have
reactioned a
different.
I had a
fear, yes,
but also
a courage
immense
against that
that man
that had
invaded
my
space
and my
personal
and my
personal
I'm
past the
night
and the
day
next
he said
a
man
he said
to
me
he said
he was
I'm
sure
of what
had
had
been
to
but the
really
I don't
I'm
sure
I
only
only
I'm
my
name
he said
he was
there
was
then
I'm
on a
trapo that
he
had
in his
mochila.
A
old revolver
of his
father.
But that
still
functioning,
I'm
sure.
We
kept in
the
night
and then
he did
get to
be
to be
to do
to be
the
room,
I'm
a cohine in the
room
in the
room
and the
other than
things.
It's
It was someone burglar under the things.
Toke my
my bolster as a reflex, but I had
left my telephone above.
The passes continued
for the room, and then
came to the passio.
And then I saw the
door, of the room
in where I was about.
I, and in two altos
I got to the door
to put it to make the
secure.
For above of
I could see the
sombre of someone
to be a
clear as to be the
door,
so clear as my
man
Sustenying
it.
In that
moment,
I cried the
name of
my
friend with
my
forces.
Sincar
what was
not was
not a
one
one
I'm
I'm
and I
again.
And then
the
sombra
for
the
door
to be
the
pastos
I
could
find
that
he
was
to
find
in one of
the
pastos
those
My friend
my name
my name.
He gritted
to be
the
escalers and
I ran to
him.
And there
was the
middle of
the old
revolver
trembling
between
his hands.
Wait me
here.
That not
to be to
noty.
Now
see,
no,
we're going,
I said,
while
he'd
the kitchen
for the
Cuchillo
more
great that
I went
and he
began
fifting
to the
passage
of the
second
We're going to
Revisar.
It's in one of those two
abitations.
He said.
Dimo some
passes and when
we're close
to let's get us
a little bit of
the doors
enter abjirted.
We're
we're seeing the
sound of
someone more
subying by
the escalers
behind of
us.
When we
we've seen
to know
the man of
the sombrero
parado
to some
few
passes of
us.
With the
same
a
smile.
I
kept petrified
and
I heard some chasquids of metal at my side.
The revolver
was trawado.
Noted
between the hands of that
man,
a photographia of my mother,
a big photo
of diploma of school
of when she was a little
of the few records
that I'd get about
of her.
I balanced over him
with the
Cuchillo,
and he came to
go to the
part of the
back of the
the house.
I don't see
if you're
going to
but his form of
to gored
still
tormenting
my
pesidels
I'm
running
the right
with the
hands to
front like
a caricatura
like burland
to me
I could
see the
car but
I could
assure
that
I was
that
that
was a
horrible
smile
he
out of
the patio
and
went
for a
great
grieta
that
was
made
in the
mor
that
sufficient
for
that
copy
a person
my
my
We tried to look into.
The rarrow is that the grita
seemed to be
more angosted.
It was impossible
that someone cupied
for there
unless that
had been
out of the
property of the
way.
A past of the
hour, I went
to get to
the time,
I took the
timbre
until I
had been
the family
that he
the abit
and I
said that
afted
that's
that's
that's
to the
house to
the patio.
When
we went
to revis
me
I'm
the
lad
of the
new. No, no
there was
no
great at
a little
it was
that someone would
have gone
to get to
my house
confused and my
friend and my
friend
and I'm
looking atent
to the
grita.
I commented
what I
had
encountered
on the
other
side and
he was
palid
it was
impossible
that
someone
would have
disappeared
for that
the
person
me
we're
we
we
we're
we
But, for me, it was not so easy, because I've got to
go back there, because it's my house.
Since then, I've seen nothing more.
Tan solo sombras for debauched the door.
When I hear noises, that is,
all those days,
just me in my room waiting until that they disappearcences.
No, I'd see the photo of my mother,
and coulder assure that there are other photos
that have been disappearing.
For the situation
economic
For the
I've
I've been
muded from there
and for the
conditions of
the place
it's impossible
now
to sell it.
I want to
that enormous
griette
in the
garden
and it
will
do you
do
but
I'm
doing
with
that thing
with that
with that
man
with that
phantasm
that
that I
abit
the house
for
the
night
and that
He came with the temblor.