Relatos de la Noche - Mi perro juega con el fantasma de mamá (y más historias de horror de nuestras mascotas)

Episode Date: March 14, 2025

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Hello, the community RDLN. Me called Julie and I want to tell us something that we passed the year past. I don't know if is something normal or simply a detail extrano, but still me put a the pill of a galleon when I remember. The story has to be with Candy, the perro of my abuela.

I always was with her in the room, especially in the nights, when she was to be to restar before to do. He was to sit down, tranquil, as if intended every word.

My abuela said that the dogs also had a little bit of that he was talking about God.

Talves he said in a problem, maybe not. The curious was when my abole fellesio.

Candy no changed his routine. All the nights at the same hour she went to the

room and he was to comeodable in the same front of the sacred heart

that my mother had in the mother had the My mom said that the perro, he was trying to that maybe I still waiting to return, that would be able to restar

together. It was a little, like he still he still was still he was still being even when it was the Christmas Santo of the year past.

My mom and I and I'd go back to the house after I'd have to see Candy not we received moving the cone in the door as as always.

When we went to the house, something we did to have been in sec. From the recamara of my abuela, we've heard a voice. Because you have

said, Jehovah, is my refuge and my castillo, my God, in who I confin'n't. We're

we're the voice of my mother or something. It was not exactly same exactly equal.

There was something in the tone, in the profundity, but the rhythm of the oration, the words

were just those that my my abuela repeated every night. My mom me mirro with the

eyes very abertos. No, we did not. We just started to walk gently, into the room. No, you 'll get to my, nor plara to

your mara. The voice was here. My mom he went to the hand, the door. In that

instant, the voice was deto the voice set up the gulfe. Candy was in the same place to seep.

We're then without no prissy, She was the Vista to the Sagrado With your

Mom both Baja. No mom both never was this time. Only she kept there with the

view in the image. We got in the door and know what you

there was no one there no one we're not you and we're and

the voice of my mother had been and I'm doing it never heard to hear her.

We don't know why it's because it's right in that moment, just in

that fecha but not we're not we're to get to get to get to his ritual.

Talbys he's he's he understood. Talvez he never has been

only. Thanks for being community. Thanks for start, thanks for

listening in a new edition of your program in a new recopylation

of stories and with the encounters with the paranormal, of stories of encounters inexplicables, of apparitions phantasmal,

of bruchas and spantos. This night, dedicated to the mascots, and so a matter and so

very much and so that's that's a moment. Apag the light if you can't do

and listen, that you are getting in the next relatos of the night

You think that the Muerte is that figure of NECOR? Aterrador for many. And for others

is a sign of calm. Of, for fin Calma. But, you know, I'm

I'm going to my family there's a story that not only in the Murt in that she

as a figure, as a entity, if it is a thing, but in

that there's a world there Feren't that we're

going to understand. I'm going to tell you I'm saying if you're not a

correct or if by the contrary, all is a over of the casuality. Because,

I know, always there's a possibility. In 2018, when my abuel

was about to get to the years, he cameo in the patio while

he'd his plantas, it was it was it was a

very because not was could get and there was

and there were to be a car to get a house. But there? There there

only came only he put after. A perrito calleheros of a year,

flaco and very feo, of those that's that you never have ever

had received a carice in the nothing, it's for the car for the

house, he was was so he was he was he was he was the

his abuel and she acerco. A she no he liked them the animals. For that I had

never had never had a little because she was a alergic. She was a little

she said, and my little bit of the people because his grits not get long.

And so the perro, ladro so, he went and out of the

house, that at the minutes a little a little he got to the poor

Isabelleita that then, it was several months in a camera. But

he was to get to a man only he was the and he had to get him

to be she's always at the room. Imagine I don't he

had a pereus and now there one not in the

house but with her all the time with she even

even even was I was when my missabuela was when

we had in the patio. They were companions inseparables, and so he was to

adopt to the postura of her his fragility. In the months, in the years that he

was made very big little. Of the it was a year, when he got to

the final it was like to be 18. In one occasion I was

with my mother of the time, when the

two we saw to something very difficult to explain, and I know that I'm going to believe, but I'm sure that that's what we've seen. It was the night. And behind of the house, we're going to

see a figure out, much high, more high than the the techo, of the negro. And I'm sure that, unless that were my imagination, it was exactly like the murder. Only he felted a guaddawn for that figure out of a

gravado Antigua, of a new and it was very rare because the two

we're exactly the same because the two, in the we're

we're our missabuela. Entrams to the house, we're we're

the yantos the yantos of my papas and we we're

in the court of my hisabuela all all all all

all little there just just I think we're just Vino was a a benitian.

An angel Disfrasado of Perrito that came to give to give him for the last few years

a little an angelito that even changed his life for the of her and is

that my ex-aubola lived three months more sufficient for that you

that's my story I'm that's interesting for you and

I'd know to know I'm I'm like you

think that the The death exists. You think that it comes for us. Thank you for my story and that have very good nights. My mom has died. The vacill that wasio that was in the house was enormous.

But, summed to that pain, to the absence, to learn to live in a different, yet in the person that most loved my father and I, what most us affected was to be to her perro, to Paquito, and, was always, for all parts. Paquito had been his sombra. She gregia at every rinko the house. Dormia

and he was in the carmere to when she was in front of he was he was able to he was

he had to he'd until the last the day. After the funeral Paquito

passed to be inquietto to deprimers for completely. Yeah not I had with the

emotion of the answer of he'd do you runsaving and the night she'd

after the door to the recamara to my mom gimying in

silence, despacito. We thought that with the time it was to go to go to

he, like we always he was always I'm but then once a night something

something something was the first time that Paquito no he was we got to

we're a lot of a night with a sound of his quixos or the

passos for the house was the the wall against the soil of madder.

A movement rhythm rhythmical, insistent, like when was happy and when someone was sure that all know that

all they're that I'm all the people who know. We don't we're confused when we came to

the sara we were backito was running in circles, jugating with someone who was there.

First we we've been that for fined had recovered his energy that after the day to the

Tristee, the fin, he was distrageting. But what no disconcerted was how he was how he was

he was over he said over he said, but not without after the panse, like,

and I did when my mom he said to get to to get to get to a little,

trotable a little and he'd get to the collar with the legue and jadeando

like if was there was being someone to the eyes, I was I'm

the entry. My papa only usurro, it's not it. Before

that any of the two could react on, we're that's a tele was on

one of those panties on the remote, of the first generation

of the front and I'm I'm so, I'm

very very beautiful at very very very that's my

mom saw my night that there is where

there recetas of the cooking all the day. And, well, we're not moved.

Paquito was going, he raged over himself, he chasas and he looked at the eyes

being abjured, expecting a carisia, but there no be a nobody. And even he no

had a fear. We're not said, my papa no said nothing more, well,

only, just respirate profound, me mirro, and he said that he said, that we

we'd get us to the veterinarian. This was his form of not think too much in what was going to convince us to get a question, but it was obvious that was not a problem

of health. After that night Paquito he was to die of the madugas. I'll be still quite as

my mom, her mom, to some mom, to some way if he'd go to run to that manner, but

at times in the nights, we found to costado in his a small, with a little, moving the

collar, of the space, like if someone invisible he was acerciating. A

a little my mom, I have a much envy, but with me has manifested other forms, like if

every one needs to a different and she would be near the we're about

us, and I once I'll tell you that other story. To share you,

to share that's a case of my abuelos, in the ranch where I grew.

No, I see if this can't call it to normal, but until the future, when I'm I'm just

with that that's a thing that's really really has a question logic, or at least,

we don't we have a form of explain it. Since I've got a memory in the house

always were perils. Not are exactly mascots, more well were in guardians.

There in the rancho in the camp, the perros were indispensable they were they were

they were they were they acercable to the house, who'd protectia the corrales of the coyotes and who, in some way, percied ever before any other when something had happened about.

My abuel, like all those abelos, said that the perrots have the capacity to see things that we're not. I never knew what really knew he'd but there was a lot

that was passed with one of them that made to understand to what he's referred to. As some years, when even lived with them my abelow got a new, was a pastor-negrove,

great, of those that with only ver them impose in respect. He put his name Toby, and from the first day the perro made

clear that was different to the other. No, he was not he'd be able to them, not careteable

the galleas and sheos to the hour of the food. But the most rare of all of

all night just at one of the morning, he put in alerta. Toby had a one

at a house, and the was the perro that more far dormia

of us and it and in without every madrugated up the heart

and then alphatea something in the air and then he was a point

in specific of the territory a old not not the

not I was no grunia only he only he so he

there he so with the eyes parted with

looking under the not my abel my abel of the the

He was nother first. He'd be able to hear of Toby move, and he wasomable by the window, being always the same scene. During various nights, he observed in silence, without that, until that in one of these

madrugas, decided to go to a lampra to see what there. There was that we got us. My abuelo regressed more serious

of the normal, and of it was, we asked him that he was doing Toby. No, there was nothing. us

He said, but Toby still being for yeah. No I asked

that I thought but he only he only he gave to the

time, he made to do do you not did you did it

I put to think that I thought I did you see

I'm to be to see my own my own my

the car in the front to the no operas and when

the I, I I was why my abuel had regressed with

that last the night before Toby not he was only

it's difficult to explain but when I was there

quite to the nopals I had I was

I was not so was agitata like it

was so so I then I I I

I did a very so very very low

but was there No, I didn't the carreterra. He came from the endre the nopales, the direction

exact in that Toby was looking. The perro left to escape a gemmido of those that are like when they're

incomodos, but no so I'm moved. I don't know. I'm just I'm looking,

and I'm waiting that was going to see what and it was it the silvido

so repitio but this this time was more it was I was just I was trying it, of the most profound of that nupalera. It was impossible.

The Pills me put her lad, elada, I wanted to call it, but no me said to my voice. It was in that moment that I sent in the man of my abuel on the armory. I don't know since when I was there, but when I

tried to say something, only made a signal with the head to be made in silence. Toby, he left to escape a groinied a barho, and it was then when my abuel about.

Meto to the house, and not you'll go back to see if you listen to call me toby with a chasquied and for the first

last night, the perro me did a carrie to me. Apeen we closed the door, my

abo the lampa, and she kept a moment looking for the window. I don't want to

but I did, what was, Pa? My abo lot was done in responder.

She sent to in his cell of metal, old, in his cell of a mark

of a He said, when the Perro in the same site every night. No, you'll be able to get to acerka. No, ma's he'll just because someone's he's calling.

Madrugada the next toby, now go back to the Polera, and then we just we'd have to be in the other, with ushurt, and some nights, when all of all right, he'd be gruner, vaguely,

while I'd like to the ventana, like if I could have stood out out, I'm hoping that this this time out of always

I've thought always I've been things that we're not not? You're not? No.

I know so it's your instinct, your form of or simply that's that's

a very different to the new thing, but let me say you that

after the last of my little I'm completely convinced of

that you know much more than more than the

story that I want a a little more than a year. My brother and I grew up in the same house from the children, but when she casted, she went to live with

her husband to a little bit more very far from my papas and I. From the beginning my her mother, it cost to much adapt to. Not for her husband, nor for the life of casada, but I didn't know how explain it, but I said

that something he'd have a mal spina. No, it was the typical fear of being to be able to be used to be a new space. It was another thing. me he said the first the first

that I went to visit her that I felt the environment rare, pesed, not he

he used to be alone for much time and when his husband had to go to

work and he was and he and even he said, and even he said

he said I think he was a lot to the other house when

when they I'm I'm think that the thing was a got to the

his husband he's he gave to the accompanied when he was he would be able to so much

so much he was a little bit of the department in less a month it was a very much

with her was a girl was a cat hermose dark and a little

but the few months my remit my remember to you

think that the cats can be things I'm I

asked a night I'm and we said they're

they said so no why? Me told her that, ultimately, the Nyebla

is that looking at a point in the pariet of the passiote, always the same the same, that could

pass a long minutes sentada there, completely quiet, with the look at a one only

point, where, where, there was a point, a point that a point that was over,

that a bit of the nada or was put a tenor, with the woman his mother

but, but the The peor was a night in that his husband no was never to be able to be with my papas. He said that was atopo'clock in the room when Nyebla was he subbed on the same and she kept rigid, not dormita nor

relaxed, but as if it was very alerted of something. The cat turned her the head and looked at the door of the passillo. My brother no had heard anything, nor a noise, nor a movement, but niabla so.

He was He was down He went He went Despacios To be He went to He said

In the Entra Just in the Entra It was Like if I'm going to Someone

My name My My Rmana In this moment He knew He had He said

I don't He'd I'm He'd He'd He'd He'd He'd

To Ruebara And he's To go to Mypals After Every Every time She'd

She was just a little, Nibla, it was to do it. My brother tried to not to make a case, he was a reflex in the page,

a word of any other anything or anything that would be that was that was but I could ignore.

One day, his husband he went to to get to the back to he asked, oh, my mom,

what is doing a nibble in the passio. My her man's was made confused.

Like, what is doing there? Nibla is here with me in the camera.

Encentedier the light, and there was there was in the bed,

but his husband he said, but he was he was seen at

the same at the same looking more, but, that same

same time, they came to the house. Now,

they're they're on the other For Fortuny, she doesn't do things rare. I don't know what had in that department, but if I know that in Nebula could be able to be.

Only she.