Relatos de la Noche - Monstruo

Episode Date: July 15, 2024

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Welcome to Relatos to the Night. Hello, what how, community? I hope, community? I hope you the fear of not let's make abandoning it, because, believe it, tendrens their recompense at the final of it.

Paranormal or no, maybe to you have to talk to and is that, although it is difficult to believe, there is something that is

mysteriously possible, mysteriously real, if you want. If you decide not to not hear it, if you prefer to sleep tranquillamently this night, this is your ultimate opportunity. You can't get and

go back in the next episode, no problem. You can't look other type of content that you maintain a tranquil and in calm, but if you decide to get you here, it's under your responsibility. Listo, Lista.

It's hour to apag the light and let's get to get you to get it. You're going to the The next. Relatos. The night. Thanks for

I'm in the community. My name, as I said, Aureel, I preferial to leave it to be the community.

And I think I'm going to tell it in three chapters. Sin embargo, that is only a suggestion.

For favor, countenla of the form in that you consider inconvenient.

This is the story of monster. A story, a legend that I've lived of the

same, especially ultimately, like all my family, like all all this but to

start to go to go back 80 years when my abuel was a man,

I know I know I know I'm what I'm about to tell you was what

me my father this is the initial of the legend chapter

one A boyo monster It was the year 1944 And the colony where My Abuelo was so Alicado

That was a lot of Bucyceo That's even in that then I said the Abuelo it was a

place a old old In the time The Cases are of the houses

Modestas but they were surrounded of hartines salvages that

that were to the kids like my Abel came

various kilometers to the school all the days, wriending and juging

while crossed the times there's there a house

in particular that always that's a little was a little

man and mules of many and it and a garden

that was more in a place in this house

a little very strange that all that all

they all people know nobody said his word

no name it was a figure solitaire that always was in the garden, but

never used with other children. Almost always he'd have a mask of the that only just had to

see her eyes on the hair long and marraigned. A a little a sand entire, very

sucia, that it could be a all that he had made a little to see a

little like a phantasm he had had one he had under the rumors

but her stature was even the the brother-major of the abuel, that he had to the secondary. The new monster, never ever never ever and

his friends sometimes were when they'd but he only was looking in silence, pegandos to the reja

like a sombra inquietante. There was something in those eyes that all were that all of some of

a kind of contented that nobody intended really. The children were in that house,

except when they were in group Rinded so nervously and waiting not to see the figure solitary at the rest of the Raja.

A day, when I was to go back to the school, my abuel and his friends noticed were

a little was a little was a and the rejas that were around were made, they were

not those, rotas. There was an air of inquietude in the colony, and they

they were the why. A little of the new one that always was a

boy of a manned he was disappeared to the father this

he was to be a little around the house to make sure to

give us and he and he little he and he really the

story that was aterrador in an a rancke in a ruck

finally the the new monster rexon in a moment

in an instant as an animal salvage that has been sufficient. They said

that he gotro all the little for the capice that he was in

that he got to the rome the rome fracturinging the clavicle as it was

that was that he had made made made those

the parents of the person that's attracted to his grits and the mother of the

monster out of the car grittance to the horror into what he had provoked his

his son. How could he make sure that he would have set to the chikillo from the middle of the body that didn't, that no he was made to gritty, that he had made of the banion

between the fear and the pain and the monster had escaped. He went to and absolutely nobody could get to do. Or nobody he was to do

know where he was and his disappearance no fear to all of all of the colony. With that force, with that locura, and having desperado to the violence, nobody knew of what was able to be able.

There was who was he said that he'd while he'd while he'd across the rejas, that was carcageable when I'd hear those gusses romperse. That night my abuolo

no put to be dormer. The sombers of the arvoles were to cover out of their ventana, and every little a noise and let's assault the

heart in the picture the figure solitaire of the little the

mask of his mask and his eyes he's his things. Where is

he? What would be to do? I was to be to all

that I felt that he had been burlated of him

months after a night my abel was his

He had been in a great Conchita She was in the dark of her recamara with the eyes full of fear There's a monster in the ventana

Susrue she My abuelo Evened Abolmila He went to be The window There was nothing There was all

The black The night He said Conchita that Describier to What I've seen her The little

trembling, he he told that the monster was observing from the

from the circle of the garden. He said he was a little and was

a but he he had the eyes of a little his

his his his car said she was too was a

very large and very very very delgated he was a

two The Abolos sent a scalofrio that recorried to the back to that was the

last little idea it was to be the imagination of the little she was

a lantern and he saw the the garden decided to to

walk he he was making the red in his passos

he was he saw by the his figure orrenna

and there A distance, he saw a figure walking a

longingly for the city solitary of the madrugated, ale, arastrable a little,

a sabana a santa a sucia. That figure, although more high and little,

was in confundable, the the new monster had been his movements were torpess and the lunae

and the woman-in-in- before that disappear in the sombers of the colony. My abuelu knew in that instant that the terror no had been terminated and that the penins of her newness were destined to pursue it for much time. The mystery of the young monster was still in the memory of my abuel, a somber persistent in the years of his youthhood. Nobody

He also, But his presence He sentia in every rinkon of the colony Capitulo 2 The History of My Padre This story continued 30 years after, in 174

My papa, then a young of 10 years had grown in the same colony than his father Apreting to live with his legends and secretos The most important of all was the

of the monster, a ser that was mentioned in susruss and that with the time had become in a

part important of the folklore local, of the stories of the barrio. One of

was described as a name very high. Some said that media around

one of one-90, while that others affirmed that his altitude was

discomunal inhuman and getting to two meters and three centimeters

that had very little but But that little that I was extremely long. I always always had a mask

of the telemark that just never had her eyes, that were innecress those time and the suffering.

My papa always thought that was a legend, a story to be a little to the children

and to keep those people after the nightceer. But his perception changed

that night, the night in that he intended to escape to the case,

had been a discussion very and my papa, with the temperament of impulsive of a child, decided that he had not could support more.

He took a mochila small, meto some presents and some of food, and he thought that all were to dreamer. Then, with much sigil, he was slid offer of the house. The night was obscure, and the moon just illuminated the way.

My papa advanced with and the pathos rapid, decided to to leave to the I felt like a unciarro, like a

life a very the suns of the arboles were in the darking,

creating forms phantasmals that were moving with the wind, he came during what

they were hours, until he got the old the

old the part of the part more the part more the part

more fiega, there, where the lights of the The houses were disfanesce and the silence was still even more profound. He spoke a noise

that he was to have beeners in sec. Remas, a seguier, a species of a susurro that perec'd arastraarses with the wind. My papa girro the

head, looking the origin of the sound. And then, he was, at the distance a figure high and torpe

was moved between the arbores, as out of a scondite. It was too to be a man

normal and so his handar was torsied and unnatural like she not superiors the poor

the little the little the little hair and even a light a little a woman

full of this figure was under the obscurity of the dark not could be

her not he had to be to get to get that

she had a legendary mask of the The

heart to my papa he was to give to give to the parro the world the

stories that had puttive in the whole, and the figure and he seemed to make sure

perfectly with the figure of the monster without what to get back,

he went to the figure not even the figure no he had seen, but the monster

was detu, Levanted the head and his eyes, enegrecisied and profound. They were

with the my papa. The fear his carrie was a heart of adrenaline, and for a

moment, he was paralyzed by that terror. The figure began to move to him.

His passes resone in the quiet of the night. My papa

did a half- while did so rapid as as the way to be able to see

the the world, the own the first of the first of the first you I'd know if the

manned to be able to be able to not even to work and he did a question of

that he had the power and the velocity to get to get a back to

without the monster he was he wastesperated he he was to be

around, looking houses where could be to be to be a

one of a lot blinded and a single of the signal of his

time. Finally, to be a little carito being being a

little and another more and he was he

and he and all to get to he he was a

young and pushing a carrito of hot dogs after the poca vented of the day. Lo see to his perro, an animalito a collierer so flago as a manned a manned

a manned a carer of the guy had refugied help with the bus intercortada for the fear and the canstanceo. The young

vendinger mirro over the home of my father saw that saw that and he just he gave there the carito

with a chiflido pivio the person that he'd the same. Corrieed the three together all the town

baltio totally obscure. My papa he said to the young that they're a salvo there,

but he responded that if that thing was that was not at a safe in no

place. They had to confiary in that he not would be that he would be

to be to be to their to the at their at their place. They met

under some the abustos and they were covered with the chubes of the days

the years. A past of the obscurity, could not that figure enormous

coming down by the and then to be to the direction, as it could be

to look those, as if could be to get them, that that was

a little cartons, buscund and my papa, not

to be he was very very was in the of the bones of a cadaver and and d'n't know.

It was a phantasm but that the lullo spantos that was in the naris of my papa, he made

that that was a dream, nor a vision, he made know that all was going to when I was a point to

get to them, the man did a signal to the perro, that was going to

the man, the monster was to he was the monster, he was after he,

after he and the young I was the old were in the arbustos. My papa

he asked for the little and the man who he said that he was a

thing that he had had done and that he would and

that I always, that he was to he he

he was his carito and he did responded.

It is what is the the monster has been before. My papa was

found their their carpesote near the the place where I'm to the

colony to enterer but for the time. Yeah was

so it could recognize and they were to they're they're

he he's that's that's that's that is to the

monster, or what always was in reality. So, his essence, the malddad. I went to go to go to the house of my papas with 30 years, recent divorceed and carrying the peasant of a piece of a life that seemed to smoronarse. The colony, a little of life, now was almost deserted.

The houses, were done with risas and conversations, now were permanence in a silencing sepulchral. The soled that was respirator. Like the Mia, like I

was living Maybe that I'm I'm going to maybe for some of the people said that the people had

been going to make sure that's impossible to come in night, the sombras that were in the

houses in front for example was a backer was a fissue rots and

the paredes discarapeladas and their material original were

testigues to the abandon but every night, she was a rustic incessant that was out of the sound of

a bigger song. I was a familiar, although I could not remember to where.

Maybe I was there. During the day also, but as I only had to be to be able,

that sound was present in the middle of the silence of the the

the melody was inquietante a a species of music that was repeated in a

bug interminable. I've passed various nights in bell, trying to ignore the

music, but the curiosity and the fear and the mess that me carcom

me carcomia for the inside. Finally, one night, the

determination put more than the time, the determination and the

curiosity I, and I see to be what's it's about. Cruce

the car with the heart and I'm sure every every

every mind resonable for all the night in the night

that the door of the front was under open

and I'm with good and I'm good no

humed and discompos me got and my stomag

my stomach the walls were covered of mo

and the The piece crugia under my feet. Explore the house with cautella,

illuminating the car with the lantern of my cellular. I found signals very

clear as that that had been there had there was

rest of food manta suas and roba and the

soil but what the most me perturbo were the

manches of the sand and the gus spars

spars spars for the place. Resed for that were of animals, but in the bottom of my mind,

a voice me said that not so. While I was similar what I saw, I heard, I saws,

and I was going to the part of my heart. My heart soelor and,

without two times, I went to back to my house. Cruced the

the street and I was running, I was I'm behind

with the fear, with the certainty, with the certain of that something or someone had been

there's about a minute of distance, that we're that was something that was a

little to the distance. The night the night I intend to ignore

the music, I'm not to come me to the window. But one night,

the laddried of the perros to the long me made to be to

see to without a lot a a little, a figure

enormous, definitively, passing the two meters, very delgated and and a bulte a great at costas, a bolsa that was a little in comparison with that figure,

but that was a piece of, something in my interior me said that was it, the monster. For a moment, that figure

was to be towed and he turned to be a little, like if I saw me, I'm a frio-elad

recurriending me the spina dorsal, I was all and I I was I'm in a rinko in the

car I'm to report to report to see what I'm to report something but passed on

hours and they were and they every second that was I was a certain my mind

was I was imagining to the monster aseching out of my house

and waiting the moment the time the Finally, the telephone son-on-law the three of the morning.

Apeness had had made to doorming me when I was made. It was Aimee, my hermina. I had a year with her. No,

even me contested when he said when I was talking to, I asked if she always had to live to our house of the infancy,

to the house of our father. He said that I was, that was in that moment. Aymeo me

he had to have to have to have a a dream terrible. In him, she'd desperado in the quarter that we'd when we were children, in that

house, where I was he said, he said that he was a creature horrible behind the circle, a través of the window, mirro to the

inside, with a fury indescriptible in his eyes. You know, to what we told to my papa for that we'd say

in the night? Of this legend, of this I'll tell. How's it? The monster. Responding, Sintiento a scalofrill that

me recorried. Yes, with something that was like what I always imagined. I said that all the was good, and

I called, but I could avoid to take in serious his dream. No, I could

avoid to give me to that room, the little, the that had

been my for the time. Abri the courtine and, I'm just that all

that's a that's the that's that you that's the monster looking to the little bit of

the story of my abel, like in my pastadillas of the little,

and in the way to wait a time, I'm simply, I'm

I'm to open to part in par in par, what I was

horrible. That that's that's a little, flaco, like if it

that was a manned in a woman completely deformed with that naris

extremely long, monstrosomently deformed and full of costras that the face

on the window with those eyes full of a deep that

were a part of a post in a

back the monster the monster was trying I

couldn't I could I'm I heard it, I heard the sound of a patruly, approximatelying to, I went to start with him

dangerous, I was trying to enter. At the principle, not me took on serious, I could be able to, but when I described the monster, his rostros changed,

like if I had heard that description before. Me pitiarroo, and they were to the patruya, and with his arms in man,

they were to But they were to do not They were to find out of the They were looking at least And they were based and revised The house of the front No, they said they were But a little after

The service medical forrense For the morning when I went to work, the patruas They were there I'm living in the house of my parents and even It's not yet not It's the music

Something that That's the monster or What or what it It's still very Very close. I don't see if I'll I'll just

I'll just I'm in the windows and the doors and the stories of my family are only that

stories. Sin however, the sensation that the monster even ronda for the colony never

disappears. Now I know because that's much people's has marched the sunras are

more long as there. The ruts of the night are more intense, and every that I hear of a crudgeon, or something that makes a susurro at the long, my heart is acceler, record-money that some legends are more realest of what I want to believe. That night, one of the policeies that had responded to my call had a little more with me, when the rest was

inside of the house of the front. Me mirro with a mixture of compassion and seriat. He presented as the official Gomez. After some moments of silence incommod, he was going to

tell me in a story. A little ago, my companion, and I were we are this same I think it

was this call it. It's more I think it was this call it was a night

like whatever here not a lot until we saw a young on the

the street, clearly as a usuped. Prended the torrette and he went to

us to be a manned he had had been a encounter terrible with a

thing that he coincidia with the description that you did this

night. I was in silence, and listening to the

police that he said, he had seen a

man man he hard, disgar and he came

very too too with a nose very long

that was a her mouth and eyes and eyes were in the same

us. We told her figure he had followed and that only had been to get back

because the man seemed to move and it had many difficulties to come

to come him. We get to the poor and we kept

and we got to we never we never we but the

story was quite because, not much time for

that someone else, de when I come and us think exactly the same story, that that

man was he wasom for his houses, that he was courted for the night.

We're not not we've seen, the official Gomem sighed, looking to the house

to the front. Look, a young, some the policeies of the area,

they're just a story, to be a lot of the novats, but there

other like you, that think that there can be a bit more there's there's many coincidences

no cre many many stories very similar he I'm I'm your

experience and I'm a strange a mix of a liby and of the

and it's not only in my fear but that no

it was not more so it he was

palpably real while while the officer gmise If I was alehavened, me kept at the

door of my house, mirrored the somers that were moved with the wind. Every night since then, I saw well the windows and

the doors, as I said, assurances, that no a sombra can enter. But the fear there is.

A presence constant that me recalls that the monster, that the monster, that what is the still iseching in the obscurity.

The stories of my My father Now are my They're all right They're all right They're in a cadena Of course that It's not going to

It's fine I'll make I'll make I'll make it So I'll never live here And if it's necessary to

This maldita Casa I'll do In this Colonia In this Barrio The legends

are more than simple Quentos Some Advertences of a past, that has

been to get to enterrard that that never to

die