Relatos de la Noche - Lo que se arrastra afuera de mi cuarto (historia de fantasmas)

Episode Date: August 23, 2024

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Welcome, Welcome, Community, to a new edition of Relatos of the night.

In this occasion we're going we're a relato that explore the room

of the house carried of secrets, of the records in the

time. Imagine that you have all of all, and the only

that is a old home, that is a person for

you that with the presences that have been

What's what occurs when the pasto insist on to be present and a young should be confronts not only to his soledadet, but also to the phantasmas that haveitans, the home of her abuela? Preparate to to hear what occurs, when the the doors of the mass

is open, in the quietude of a a house, that guard more, much more of what it appears. You're listening Relatos of the night. Hello, Community, RDLN.

My name is Andrea, and today I want to share with you an experience that has marked profoundly my life. Talbts you least it was

quite at the first I mean I never never made accept that all the things that were that were

that's a biter but I promise, I really let's promise that all what I'm

to tell that's I'm sure. I've I've been years listening the podcast

and since the first relato that I always I've always I've always

However, at the same time me aterrava the idea of revivir those moments, both the Tristes as manifestations, manifestations that, until the day of today, me still are under. All right, it was when I had six years.

Well, at least it was for me in this moment, because, as are going to know, more ahead, what I am I to tell us is something more ancient than I. I'll ask you a little bit more but I'm doing much, but I think it's necessary for

that you understand well for all what I was my family was very small. Our family were my mom, my abuelita, and I. My papa fellacy on a accident of auto when I had just a penise six years, so we always were only us three. My mom and I always took a relation very very certain.

Although during a grand part of my infancy, not we were much time together. She was She was all the day to be And I And I'd For sure of the

Like I'm Like I'm just over here He said my abelita That was given a time in the house. I was gonna'clock. I was, I was accepting. At the beginning my abolita was anew,

but after of much insistence by part of my mother, and at the difficult that was the situation, he was not

the house of my old was very and very big old, constructed more than made that

was a house that had passed generation in generation in this family. I remember

very well that I'm always was always all the all the curtains

all the day and and just atardousia, my abuel hadentied all the luses and so it was to

get to the sun. I always had ensigns on all the corners of the house. The odor was so

very that I was mariava, but I got used to be accustomed me too.

Something that never me had called the attention, until that I grew,

was that the house of my house of my mother was not my abuel

was extremely Catholic, I was day and night and she always had belladers encendidated in her

court. When they'd at the 8 of the night, me said that it was hour of

dormer. Entravs in her room and she'd the door and she never

we'd never we had the morning next. If needed to go to

the night, she had put her in the court for that she

had to get to get to she's she sent in the meceder. Sacabbaugh,

he was a rogo and he put in to be a son of the dream me vancya. A

sometimes me were in the night. My abuela me said that were

crugied to the madder for the old that was the house

and that was that I'm a night. I was I was I was

to use the cubeta. I didn't start a my abelita that

she had had been had When I was in the cubeta, I I heard a room in the basile.

I was nearer the door and put my earge in her, thinking that maybe it was my

mom, that had been to be able to be to be here after this time. But

when I heard a rest of a little like, like of someone

that's that's still awaking, like if someone to

be a much to get to be a my abuela, he said that my mom had arrived, that was in the

passillo and that wascoughed, rather, like very can't say, my aboella my abo'uptu in the camera. Then, it wasend, the bellator, that was apparently,

it was not had paged, he got his rosario from the almoada, and with a voice temlorosa he began to restar. I remember that

was the first that I felt a fear profound, and although I didn't know for complete what

was going passing. Something into me I said that not good. Very

very very very morning. My mom came to my mother and made

to get to our whole at our house. From the day that I

came to my house, I felt very very very time. And for

the nights, the mid was that not to get to the

back to even even or my a pain to say it but I'm

to mojar the couple of times from the first day my my

mother my mother and my mother not he was because

it was the was so so so that eventually

my abel and she but that my my mom

to work my my with her ritual. He was a rosario rojo, and I sent me a bellator, and she put to rest.

No, there was a single day in that no it wasier. My abuel felled from an infart when I had 13 years.

His death me dole much. Since then, I've been more solitary and I in a profound depression.

I remember in the last months before her death, I was very very tired, with the

eyes undied, and very very delgada. When I was in Sotom, me gave much a pass. His mehillas had been to get into

to be used, and thanks to the make you know, it was I was a dormita. Pocos

days after her death of my mom changed to the , one that's, you're, and it's, you're, and that's, you're, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, The environment was distinct, and no I'd have to have been

to fear of the obscurity. The little, I knew that this was the mother was my angel guardian, and after

my mother, me could be to protect of all. Time after, my mom got a a job of

paid, and could come to a casita in Fonavit, in a fraconement that only

was completely constructed, but that was a dream. It was then when I'd

Duce, my best friend, until the Fecha. Dulce and his papas bought the house of

front. As we were of the same age, and we're two years, rapidly we

were we good friends. His family was a pillar for us over usher. My

mom and the mother of D'Ulce also were practically of the same age,

the two were very young and they were very certain too. When

I'm 24 years, my mom He was a new doctor's decontas

but she mired very rapid and it too. The mom of Dulce gave to my

mom with a specialist and it was then when we said that had a

cancer of stomach very advanced that she had extended to the pulmones

that no have nothing to do you they're they're to make to

try to get to the more more that but that so

they'd a few months more of life. No could believe what they were saying. My mom

was the only that me kept and I'm saying that my time with her was told

that was about to get to get back to get back the surgery. Her family was a

family was well and as my mom had been brought to her manner but I'm

unfortunately my mom not support the operation. Fallacy. The murder of my mother was a

whole completely devastating devastating I'm surmurged in the depression

total and the idea to be alone, to be still, me a attack.

I'm thinking several times with my life I've unfortunately

I'm a Duce to his mom who didn't me

didn't all no no moment the mother of

the her, I'd I'd get a food, because I'd know that

I'm a malpassable, and I had to the house after the time, but I'm

always, you know, but it was a little, she was a man, so I

made a more very, I'm a thing, I'm a house

that I had been I'm full of recurors, and every rinko

me recordable a so so I'm, so I, so I,

so I'm of my abuela, in the public, but that was the worst decision that I could take. The house was very great and

solitary, as I said, I was very deteriorated, but I thought could be the good good to start the

new. I'd to find a little of past, lejos to the records that

me asphyseable. Dulce me advirted about the soledat that could be

I'm feel that I'd feel more. Since the first that cruise the

door, I felt a frio that calab in the wussos, but I thought that was a case of the

house had a year without the first of the first days obligating to get to keep up to

keep up and the paint the walls desgastated, I'm gonna to have been a little to have been

better, the things started to change, almost in a It was imperceptible. Allo commenced with

rues leves that attribuied to the old old. Crugied in the madder, susrots

of the fient collandos from the rendishas. But there was a more, something that

not could explain and that me said inquietta. The first that me

started were sombras, sombras that be for the raville of the eye,

arrestrances and Destacancers, in the darking in the dark. It was like if someone

were gateating for the soil, but at it was to look at there

there was a lot. So, I was to the light of the house in when it

dark and it was that was the dark me was a night

I was I was I was I heard of the the room

that was sonable like they were that was I was rastranded something I could

recognize that sonned. It was the same that I was the last last I was my abulata in my imagination,

a product of my mind agotated, nervosa for living alone in that enormous

but then then they started the and the and itur a suffre intense and nauseabund invading a

house every that those ruses were presentes and for more than ventilar the habitations, if they were with chloro,

the odor persisted. At the initial I thought that could be rats, that probably would bea various mortars between the

walls. So, so I began to buyas aromatics and they had in the habitations.

What I have very marked in my memory, is the first experience that really really me

terrorized in that house. One morning when I peinabaed front of the spejo of the

I noticed something I thought it first I thought that my imagination but when I made I found that

something I was that something my reflex me devolvia the look at the smile that

I was doing it was like if my car was forced to to be a way

strange and my eyes my eyes were vacions undied as

as as not were those me. In that moment, the panic me invaded. Sentie a scolofrior, recurrent to to reprievee to recurred to piece to

that I'd be able to get it to beech. I quince gritty, but I don't put. It was like if the fear me had left me mudd. After apartar the view for a second, I read to know the spejo. All right. Everything

seemed normal. Me said to me same that I'd be to be my mind jugging me a bad

a bad probably for the constance or what or what so I'm but in the

I'm I'm not I'm without two times I'm going to go to

work to work to make I'm I'm I'm I'm

and all the way I'm just could think in

that that maldita sonrisa in that maldita in the

space and that night when I to her house, the MEDOT also Reyes-O

The Poultry The Boarer Have been Serrado to have been Afted, was opened I felt a

Meworthy I had to pass by there to get to get to my room That night I was

with the light on the door and even the even I'd be to admit to I'm put it

a cobetita in case that me did GANn't to make GANs in the

manoeceo, decided to cover the few specks that had used to be used to avoid my in them,

to avoid that could ever to be able to pass. With the time, the odor asufre

began to present in the house. It was a aroma nauseabund, that was intensified

during the nights. The noise continued and were more frequent. The night

was full of sonnids strange. Like if someone I mean, I was trying to move movels or rastrances for the

soil, like if I was the only abitante in that house. A night Duce came to visit me.

He was doing a recorried for the house, but even no he had told anything

of what I had been going to I was going, I was a that I'm part of my depression.

When I was I was teaching my court, that anterior was the last you were

the world, meelow the same I'melow the I agree much to adopt a little to a little in this casota. He said with a tonne alibi. How, that a perro? I asked, I asked her, shella.

She just put a face of doubt and me said, No me digas that was a cat, because I never have seen one so great. All ver my car confused, just at in her to say, Well, is that when we came us entering the room, I did reohoho very clear that something to go ahead of the passillo, but she met her to the and yet no terminated

when we're on the struing in the passio we're going to see the we're going to see the in the

tachio there were various markers of manita sucied as well as a little two years

had been been started gateando but those guayas as a measure that they were

going to the form of the patas of a perro DULce started ran

as she ran to she was back to we're to your car and managed to get to a restaurant of food rapid that was at the afuars of the people.

We're stationed at the plaza, and while we'd comeyams in the carlaping us in the carlestone me asked to presentia. Like if I had a response clear, like if she was

it should be able to. Decid I told her all what had been happening, arrisgating to think that was a local, but for my surprise

me creole. Then, we went to your house. I approached to pass by the house of my mother. At the entrance,

I felt again the vibra pesada. The allure has been invading to that the place. I was filled with courage

at all that things that were that were that were had invaded the house of my

mom. That night I took to sleep in the house to

we're we're a space of a same campment in the same we're we're all

we're the same I'm the Dulce's he levanted to the baio in the madrogada. I was going to dreamt of the new when Dulce regressorce, y'allowing, to start me. The spejo?

The spejo! Repetia, one and other once. Tried to calm her, and when he could be able to, me explained that, while he lavable the hands and mirabed to beware to the mirror. His reflexe to beulvied a... A penceer a little biterable,

Apeness perceptible, but extrana, very aterrador. He said that that's not her car, that something was a bad.

He said that maybe he had been a bit of especially after that I had told

all my experience. That's he calque a little but insisted in that we're just

in that we're we're we're in the court of her mom that

not because had been to visit to the house of one of his hermases. That night no one of

those two could do not for the morning DULce me gave to regress to the house of my

abuel. But this Bice not quite to enter. A part of then the Rios in the

house were every night to be a martyio and decided to move to make

the room of the plant Baja that was just below of the old

the old my bula that after time after I'm after I was to

Received a call of Dulce. His voice sonabre, temblorosa. He was full of fear. No, you're going to believe. No is his gestion. A my mom also he passed. Dijo.

What thing he passed? I asked. I entered the room of my mom and I saw have a toady covering the

mirror of the and I put nervous and I asked me that I'm that same morning while I'm She was,

I was looking at the mirror that was in a way of a way that's a way to be

he's not looking at thinking things, but when the more she was more he was

more he'd more than a form normal, like a smile forcedada with

eyes of suffering and I could believe what I was

I was listening that to her mother so that there no way that she was a suggestioned too.

And that's all. Agree, Dulce. My house is doing very feo, like if there was an animal more than a animal so much the house of your mom. I made to cry.

I don't put a lot what was going to. I wanted to think that nothing of this was real, but what Dulce had said to confirm about that all was certain.

Me sent me culpable that those things too were attortmenting to her her, a her mom that not have done more than been made more than

good as she had in the internet in reds social, in groups to bruchos to people that could

help me with a limpea or something. So, I found the contact of a senior

major that lived about 40 minutes of the house of the abuela. For respect

I'm not to mention her name or your direction, I've I've seen that you

know that's the same after this last time after the no way there's

no there's the room was great and it was

a great with a man I see rare the

the environment was carried with a mess of

a yeah there there there there The lady said that I felt an energy very negative with me.

That various entities were not tormenting. Although could help me that the manifestations emanerated, no could desacermen to them for complete, and advertured to try to

do it, could be a contraproducente, incrementing the manifestations in the other to disminuilas. I told all what I've been been going to the

house and also what I've seen heard when I've heard when I've with my abuela in the in the in the inioninges. I mentioned the DULSA

also. The she said, although not I could say how these things had had been

to be able to have been years, perhaps generations with us. He said that it was probably that

these had been to have been even of my mother. Mentioned that we

need to we need many sessions of the limpeas. Tendorne in my house

and the old house of my mother, but advertied that these entities could continue atortmenting us, at all the first session of the limpeas was very intense. The

signora traced lines of salem in the soil and incendio belles negras in every room. Recitou rations and extranaz and cremns for all the house, yinandau with an aroma dense and penetrante. After the various seminars of sessions, the

rusesed for a time, but the The olor asopra permanence. The last paranormal that happened in the last night that I passed there. I was trying to conciliate the when, in the piece of the room, in the patio,

I'd hear that cause, rastrandos. This time I could hear the sound of his hands and puttellings on the floor, Lenta and pesadamely, one after other,

like if he cost to advance. It derrava the idea that that that could be to go to the escaleras, to get to the quarter where I

was there. I tried to record the orations that my abolita I used to read in the room at the

night, but my mind was in blank. No, I could record to nothing.

That thing was going to the basile. I could hear your respiration and more more

near the stairs. The A sudden, the Ruedo of a Gulp. And when I was to

start to horrible respiration she was just below of my camera. Sentie a pressure

that began on my feet and it was the impression, I'm desmached. When

I waspard when I was too I wascour I'm too even to get my mamu

to the burrow to to my back to my camera to Iterrava. Then the silence

of the quiet was interruped by burmulls, accompanied by the crugier of the matre in the quarter of the above. It was the same sound that I saw when my abuela semency in her mezzedora,

while I resable. The principle it costed to give me count, but then I could concentrate me in the murmurys. I recognized the voice that came from the quarter of the above. The voice of my mother. I could hear her long in her room, sent out of her meceding.

The Lachrymas commenced to go to my eyes. Of course

I'm a lot of that you never used a lot of time. I remember his

orations I put to rest at the rhythm of the mormuches until the next the next

I recoged my cause and I went and I felt that that night could

have been the last but that my oldita was that

was there was that said that had to go to

that house, I subed his court for ultimate time, armada

with the valentia that me gave to the day. He

I was for having protected. He said I'm muderia, that she

could be to be there and she would I

would that would be that would that never

to be to her commu community there was

his rosario rojo with the always I was to I'm in the hands when when we're

we're in the atuute. Admito that I'm a lot of very to be there, but I could

do you know. That rosario I've got to the date with me is the recordatorio that my abel is my

angel guardian and that will be doing me. D'Ulse for help her

help her and at the house I asked if the lady she was she was

she was that no, that he had time without with her. Is that I could occur that

I did, or at least, I saw a man in the window at the little

and he had a mannedil a marilla with flowers. In when it was I

put to I'm I'm my old, she always she always used a

mandil mariel a maril one one decocid discololid very

but that she he had he he we regalabomous new, she'd I still using the oldie

no way there was a minute to she never she never in photos. They've passed six

years since I muted from the house of my abuelita. Yeah I've

heard the that's that raster, nor I've seen the sombra that you gettea.

Although the spejos still I'm never not ever not ever

in my reflection. My My friend, Dulce, I've also has also to experimenter nothing

paranormal. The only that I'm that's that's horrible edora in my

house, recordatorial that those beings still in but I am sure that my

abuel still that she doesn't that she doesn't that she may be

that you know, I'm I'm I'm a rosario rogo and all

the nights before to be a belator I'm I'm My curtains always

are open and during the night all the lights of my house remain on the house

I'm going to be able to be to be able to do you do that I'm a cobet in

my room I'm everything I do do this because I know that

those never to be in peace thanks to you community for

to hear you.