Relatos de la Noche - Navidad Aterradora (Especial Navideño 2024)

Episode Date: December 24, 2024

Hoy estamos aquí sólo los raros, porque nadie, salvo nosotros, estamos escuchando historias de fantasmas, relatos de aparecidos y maldiciones, en navidad… así que es un episodio muy especial. Porque además… aunque no lo crean, hoy, les presentaremos algunos de los relatos más aterradores en un buen tiempo. ¡LES DESEAMOS UNA FELIZ Y ATERRADORA NAVIDAD!Compra mi libro aquí: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/También está en la librería más cerca de ti o en tu preferida para comprar en línea.Síguenos en instagram: https://www.instagram.com/RDLNoficial/Comparte tu relato en: [e-mail] comercial: [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoicesSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

My story is short, but I want to share it with you. And is that I've always had been dreams where I see my body dormido, where visit other places. But never something had given so much fear, like a dream that I've ever before four years. Just the night of

Christmas. Recurred that my papa was very enoged with his parents, so about with her mom. So, we know we've seen in that feces. I'm very close to my abuel. is the person that most I want to

so that not to be that's the bad for me not even I'm not even

for so when I think I think much in him concentrate

to visit him to go to see to be to

my surprise so I did that that never was

that the times the times I'm when I'm

this Once again, I saw her house. I saw her fiestas that still in the area, and her house was particularly oscura. Entree, I immediately, I felt something strange. Tristence,

Dolour. The first thing was, my abuel, Sintyngu's so because we not stood on his side, but then I did to get a little, something that came from my dear Edna. I'm a serque, I I opened the

door, me cost to impugarla. Something was over her, over my tia,

something that was a little his little like the of her and I

see you, I could see me, it was that that was over she was under the

water, I had a little little and I saw I'm found

that with some her hair's very, very large. I was rascar something of the back of my

tia. Her skin was abirta. She was his column and she was rascando.

He was taking a little of the vessel. That's a kind of she was

a little she was like if could be me, like if she had done

that was that was there. And in that moment in a second I

I'd I'm in my but you know what is the most extrano? You know what makes think that that that was a

moment we're not a few days we said that my aunt was not could be to come in

and never did it did it was just a year after a one year after a

much to pass front of the fourth that was my tia. When I do you see the patio, like if something still

there's something that only was seen in other plan. Very good nights, community.

Today we are we're just the rareos, because nobody is allbo ushors

is about about stories of phantasasas relats and some

relatoes and malditions in Navid so it's an episode

very special because that, even though not they're today,

we're we're going to present to I'm there's some of some of the

other of the many times. A sometimes even I think the

stories that are that they are more aterrad than the day of

the but well we just we're all my

name is Uriel Reyes and I I'm the

episode of Navid of the Relatos of the night

Hello, Relato of the Noche. Me called Lucia. The story that I'm going to tell not me directly, but my brother Mario and a group of his own few of years. In a new

they're going to forget it. I'm atrevia to givearsalas because Mario me was told with that that time.

I've decided to think of this thence. Finally, I asked I'm a time to

give me to share he's he was acceding with the condition of that to change some numbers and not did they were in the people occurred. My

brother and his friends were invited by Chema, a friend of all the life that had moved to a little people with his abelos, after that his papas were in an accident. It was a tragedy that was made sure that was

the center of the group, the soul of the reunions. When he insisted on that they were in the posse of the people, he said that they'd extranava much, that would be the good form of to see the time.

Mario me said that I was sure at the first. It was a little and not knew I was in the

area, but at final, all they were good idea. Chema needed the support, the company,

and also did much that not they were so so the five friends

organized the day of the posada. Chema was received emacionated. And Mario said that at the first all of

all the poor was a little but a pintoresque. And the house of the aubelos of Chema, it was to beckoned, and the the the all what you you're in a reunion

as but conform I'm advanced the night something something

he's a strange Mario not didn't how describe

exactly but it was a feeling a bad a

sort like if something that it's like the

environment to be so he he said I

know like all the people of a repented, it

more frio, callied. Around the 11. and a night, the five

decided that it was now to go to the city. Cheem was

was a smile, but Mario jure that just when they were

to his expression changed, like he also he also he also he did a

he did to do you did go to the first all did it

had confiated in his memory for the way to the way to

the but they're done a defile that they're not a sure that the need to

the first have attributed to the publicing the entire, they tried to use the GPS, but no there

signal in the telephones. In that moment the the nibla was so dense that just

they could be more than a part of the meters. Mario me told that he and

his friends were to be to be to promere to relaxes, saying that the nyebla was like a movie of terror,

but in the front, all of all of us were then when they were so they were so much the music

came to some point more ahead resonating at the nebla. It was a melody

reconnocible, the typical choronavide and that those tranquillized a little thought they were they'd

had been to be a certain to another postada or some a party and that could be indications to

to get out of there. Signing the sound, you're a little little a little in the middle of

the nada. Mario me said that the scene was strange, that the capilla appeared new. Casie

was out of a way in a way so little bit of the windows that ran over the people, and one of the people proposed

to get us when we're we're going to we're just We're so-acercamous more, it was when all, me said Mario. A-raves of the ventanas, they were that there were people in, but not

they were as people normal. They were dressed with tunicons, oscuras, almost as a bit of-a-bettos, and they'd have been belas in the hands. The most rare, according Mario, was that the vialsiccicos that were always sonnabes and familiar, now were perturbators.

The voices were formed and the melody had a rhythm extrano almost like if

they were invocating to some one of his his friends usurro this not a

posada let-mone when they went to return to the lights of the chepia

started and Mario said that he saw one of the figures

to look to he was he could see to be the

so they were the But the Nibla still being so spesa that just could have advanced. The worst, according Mario, was that the cantico's not detainian, for more that they were awayed. We're going to listen to us, as if we're stillinging.

Never will be able to explain to the fear that we're seeing in that moment. Me said, eventually they're going to a point where recuperated a signal in the telephone. When they were the map, they'd they'd

two options, regresser for the same or rode 40 minutes more for other

people nearer. Nobody quis to go back to the capilla, so they

took a second route, although that that was more time

in the car and the night and the time, but eventually all of

all of the and they were and they went to their houses. Mario me confessed that that night, never went to visit a Chema, and that also he and his friends have been

about what he said. I know what we saw what we've seen, Lucia, me said, but the only that is that I never want to

that I'm going to me it was, it was to be to make to make more details, but always that in the times of the

bellancic, I do I found that there is something that he's a little to enjoy them to be

going to that capilla like if would be to hear the melodies that, according

it, not were what they were that they were all terrible. Hello, O'Riel,

all the people in relato of the night. I want to share my family

for some years, something that even something that even was that's this story

me to my Tornesto. A. O'Rnest, a reserved and to the never he liked

the bromas, the the stories, the stories, and the things. For that I know he

was going to he said, I said I'm saying, and he accepted and he said he

he's, he's maybe other have lived something something, and could

be accompanied to be my Torn is always a old

no man solitario. Nunn never he he took his and since

my abuela, has yet more than a decade, he used to pass the and he's

only, he said that he'd he had to I'm that I'm we'd

every never, but I'm some I'm a good that he

didn't get to that he's that's he's he

he's the night in the night in this was two

years we're We were still celebrating in house and I had tried to him to ask him

for deserly but no me contested. Then I didn't know why. That night

while was only in the house, received a call of a number a

known by my Tate my Trio is that's so the first he said

in not to answer but something he did to change to give

that time was that What he He said at the other side of the line He was paralyzed Because Because it was the voice

My abuela He said with a calm That said he He cremecored More that if had been A violent or Ammanazante

My Tio no could talk about He said He was playing A brom Macabra Of very

Mald A grust A drama Summement cruel But the voice still Hegues He said

He said He was alone this night, that the Navidad was a moment to be with the family. My Tio he said finally

almost susronding. Who are you? What you're? I'm your mother, Ernesto. My Tio me told that the tone of the voice

was exactly as exactly as it was called. Calid, pausado, but also with that firmness

that my always had, that was what was he was he was he was he was

was, I'd be had grabbed his voice. This not is possible, he said he, trying to maintainer rational, and that

voice in the telephone he responded. The things that are impossible, no are less of what you think you. My

my tio me said that in that he was to think that really was my abuela, was a

was he was so, and that that voice he was he was a bit

more that he was he Although something in his interior He said that not was fine He asked for he was He asked her

And she simply He responded Yeah, I told Because I don't want That's all No is sure that Is it's only When I heard

The tone of the The caller cameo My Tew said That said that He said to hear Audeau It's a little Or someone

Respirating close of the line. What signific that? He asked, now more preoccupied. But you have

to hear me. Listen me well, he- all the doors and the windows of the house.

No, you know, not even what you hear you don't know you'll go to

make, promise that you don't make, me, he, for the first

in a year, I, I'm he was, he was, and he tried to

to The call-a-call-de-reepent. The silence that after was even more aterrador. He was sated for some minutes, trying to process what had to pass. Finally, and, contra all the common, decided to make a case to the voice. Revised every door and every window of the house,

assurances that were in-cerned with a key. While he did, me said that he said that something not was not even out of the that was like it was like it was like a menaceant, like if something was able to be observant from the obscurity. Then, after a securred all,

he sat on his sillon with the telephone in the hand. He was decided to not move to until that it wase'amenecied. It was then when he waschew the ruse. At the principle, it was a little bit of some if something were rosing the windows,

then the other were more furs, like if someone I didn't want to enter. The most Aterrador was when heard the voice

of my abuelan newly, but this time not came from the telephone. He was

there was there Ernesto, heho abrem me has been much frio.

My my tio me said that never had seen that he could be she

she was she something was that was something was something

that human. The voice still insisting but he no's moved. Cere the

eyes and he was he put on the eyes and he went to eventually the voice

ceased when it when saw the the sun revisos the house

no there was there was there but in the window of the cell

found the strange like as something with had

had tried after that my t' no no no

Talks much of that night, but when it does it, always terminate with the same advertency. Not-sets-N-Solos at Navi-Dat. And if you're heard something out-fuerra, no have. Thank you.

Thank you, community. I'm going to be this episode, that are you're listening in company of their people, or being in calm, disutantling it in

soledad. If so, we'll talk this year. If it's so, what I want to seepan, is that

we're here we're with you. always with you. With that you can tell. So, even

we're still we're doing this session of horror and we're with more stories this

night. Hello, Relato of the Night My name is Alexis and I want to

my story that me told my father, someone who's someone was a first

Naviative that I passed without him, because I'm Unfortunately,

He died a few months and no I don't to think in the things we've shared in the

stories that me told. I decided to write because I think that this story is a

form of record it, and to maintain his memory. Veran, my abuel

lived all his life in a little town of a place,

a landings, and since I were my family and I used

every of December and passable the Christmas together. Something that always made the attention was that my abuel,

who in general was very devoto, never ever to go to the church during

the the Christmas, or any the Christmas, or any activity, I always

always always, I never understood, he was, he participated in all the other

other, decorable the house with luses, we had poncha and he had the

penche and but when when I was the moment to go to the church I said something like you're going

I'm here preparing the things when we're little we'd give us importance

but conform I grew up I did I think that I was to get to

to get to the years. During a Navidate that would be the

last time that would I was was very He was a very He gave a restriado that he was I'm obliged

to get me in the middle of the night. My abuel as always he kept with me.

And, and we ate about a little a little bit a prebidate before the

dinner of the never to ask you had a year round me the

head. Abolito because never to go to the church in the

night? He asked trying to sound to sound casual. He

me He looked for a moment and then he He said, like eventually I'd have to respond that question, to someone who, someone who, she was to asker in a moment where not she could

negate. He was up to the mesa, and when he went to, he said, "'You know, I'm going to tell to something. But I want to you to tell you

say to nobody in the family, to nobody in who don't confies, because never they're going to believe? Ascenty, and he

he began to to talk. My abo no one me told that when was young, the campanas of the church sonnabed always at midnight at

Nochebun, announcing the arrival of the night. But what strange was that the campanario had clausurado

since a many years. Me explained that the people the people, the encargated of the

campanas had been in this place, just to a navit in circumstances that never

kept clearas. Some said that had had been been in a incident,

while they were trying to it was put into after that after that closed up the campanario because they said

that was but mysteriously the campanas stills on-one every night in

night. My abel me said that when was when I had

been quite interesting but not more until that one day decided to

find what was It was what I was going to be the night of good. It was a night good like any other, me told me. After the Cena, when all of all went to talk to the cell, I went to the church.

I know what I was looking exactly. Tal-beck, or maybe to demonstrate that all of a true, that what they said in was a really. Me explained how he was going to enter to the recinto.

The church was a serrata, but the porto not was sure to all. so he could collars. In his relato me detailed how all was too

was too, but that he was the campanario sent he that the air was to be

more frio. The escaleras that were in the old of the

campanario were made of cover of and tell arraias but he decided

to go to he a the I began

heard a sound a a murmur, something that at the first thought it was

the wind, but when he was the sea, he was a little to do the

un-asasas the that were covered in all over and abandoned had made they had

marked like if someone had used recently. He said that was then when

he was he was there. There was there? He said, his voice back

as if he mirro that someone more could hear that

I'm there there there a man or at

he was he was he was a little

a other a other he not he he

he man he was he he did he

he said with a voice that my My abuel me He told

that he tried to responder but no he was a

question not he responded then then the figure

did a pass to him and he was

a terror the the eyes the eyes not

there only only two cavities obscured basias it's

your turn he he extended a hand to

him Yeah, it Toca to you It was in that moment When my abo When he was Coney uproariened As well

Bouged as Calears and Cereuxing various Vets and While I Woonerer As soon as

More Firt than what I never I've heard And it He never To get to To get

to get to the house That's then never To come To Cance

in December When I'm To turn me the story Me R RICK Me

Me Rous On The never I'll forget I. No important what you you go you goys to look at

that same night while all I'm thinking on what I had had been thinking that the campanarian

still clasurated from before the midnight I think I'd hear you hear of

the repicar of the campanas oh when I remember to my abuel

and I could to avoid feel a new in the stomach.

Maybe what me was real, or maybe it was a form to

to get to get in things that I would be to be

they're to me, but every that I think I'm

that even in the city even when we don't

we still still I still I feel that

are the people of the of that phantasm that still is waiting that someone

more is a place to be in a lot of hello I'm Carolina the history

that I'm many years in my family for the exacts during a night that we all we're called

we're that's not something was aterrador in the moment but it's it was

in a pastida days after when we started cabos until

today none of us know exactly what happened but the photos still

seeing the thing that's that that we've passed

in the house my mother was a house great and

a house and that's that was that was

when the family was we we're we're we're we're even

even some many some many and in the percher of the recidivor they were toned abrigues and chamarras because the night was especially

friarne. The reunion, as always, was full of risas, of much music, of ballet, sena, and much photos. In that time, no there were cellars, so we'd have cameras of rollo. My papa in particular

had a camera biga that adoraba and with a the time during the night, a Olympus. We took photos Front of the Arbor, in the Cometor,

even in the patio tracero. Everything It was normal. At least that we're at the moment. It was

almost the night when the majority was just was tired and some started to get to

something that someone not was a little R R R ROR My Primo was the

recivor to get his chambar but he was he took to front of

Parchero and he said of who this Abrig? He referred to a

Abrigo Negrigo Long, very very Almost antiquated Of those that you

know Nobody responded My Abuela My Abuela She said He said

He said He said He said He said One to one of the house revisited

the Abrigo But nobody he Heclamo Someone Bromio saying

That was Hegian was of that someone had forgotten mention it,

or that was of an friend of an invite that was my mother's my wife

and the thing was there was there the reunion was a

after and all they were despidient and they were going to

go a more before that was that was when

they were My papa had had given the roll to the laboratory and I remember how

we're we're going about the table and I'm excited about for reviving the reunion,

as it was the first, but in the first things, something something,

something, something that's, especially the that's that had taken to

the table, and there was a figure, was a woman high, vestido completely

of black, with a abrigue that we recognized inmediate, the same that we had found in the perchero. At the beginning, nobody quissor nothing.

All we tried to convince us to make it a error, maybe someone playing a a drama or a sombra, or a sombra,

but the more we'd more than the photos, more difficult was to ignore it. The figure appeared in various images,

a few, at the front, others more but always with a brinko and the rostro difficult

to distinguish always in a sombra or like the camera no had put it even

the most inquieter was when we saw a photo that it was a it was

an image of the group entire taken over at the night

there we're there we're all all my my

and my and the front a man of

a completely immob immob mobile, with the abrigo black. Nobody was a

moment, and in that moment we knew we were an invitation. We tried to look a question

logical, maybe someone he was invited and he was an little bit a friend that

was a little was that nobody was that had seen in person not

in the night of the reunion. It was only was in the

photos. After that the environment in the house

changed. My abuela said that I'm sure of the abrigue he

involved in a bolsa with more and they did they're to do it to do you

and the day next but the way after it was a my

abuel while when I went to that back was cout

almost as were as spantapap pachas in a lot

baldio to a one of the nobody knew who

he went to get there, or why not he went in the carmion of the basura, but something was clear. It was the same

maldito a frigo. Since then, in the Navidates in the house of the abuela,

only there's a family. Nothing of people, even though are very, even,

even, these photos are still being being a thing that we've my papa

to do to one of my my Tios, who was who was in

an album that nobody want to want to be able. Some photos of a Naviadad that nobody

want to record.