Relatos de la Noche - No oyes gritar los muertos (relatos de terror)

Episode Date: June 17, 2024

En este episodio, prepárate para explorar historias que desafían la razón y despiertan nuestros miedos más profundos. Desde leyendas antiguas que sobreviven en la memoria colectiva hasta experiencias paranormales que te harán cuestionar la realidad. Apaga las luces, ajusta tus audífonos y abre tu mente, porque estás a punto de entrar en un mundo donde el terror no conoce fronteras.¿Te atreves a escuchar?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.

Welcome to the relatus of the night, where the sombrass usurrins secretos and the echoes of the past cobran life. This night we invite us to submerge into the mystery, in the disconocido, in that place where the real and the natural are interlacan, in this episode, prepare to explore stories that defy in the reason and despirte our

MEDOs more profound From, from the memory collective, after experiences paranormal

that are questioner the reality. So, you're just your soudiphon and open

your mind, because you're a point to enter in a world where all is possible, where the

terror no know, it's Uriel Reyes, and this is

Relatons of the night. Community I'm very fan of the program. I'm always always in my

work. It's always a routine to put the later the time when I'm my activities, although

not have nothing to be. I want to share with you know, a story that I

went to when I went exactly the night in that all it was a night very free

and that were in the three of the madrogated. I I'm I'm

surprised at to hear, Peteritas, gulpating my ventana. The sound was constant and molest.

Then I heard like, a a susurro, a susurro that had a big that was

from the window of my room. At the beginning, I thought that could

be the problem as some a lot of many many people and a sometimes

were out of sometimes I did that it was that it was

something was At that time the perros of the people of the

people started to be a way in a quite a kind of like if

they were something or they're that that's that that's first night

I'm ignore but the situation was repeated every that

every that my mother my mother I'm in the

night me said that a little a the techo, accompanied after some sounds horrible,

of voices almost inhumanas. The cause was worse when a day when I, when I saw,

the same the old the old move, move to form very bruska, like if were a

very pesated in him. I'm detenidately and there between the ramas,

I, a woman desnuda, of a a bellow very long and dispeenada. Me mirrored directly to the eyes. I could see a scalofriew that me recorriot, and, of a sudden, in a paradeo,

yet not was that woman. There was a species of a be, of a very great, of the time of a person and that not was like any animal that ever had seen before. That thing, what was said,

that has been, it was all overland. Since that night, I'd terraced to sum up to the window, because every that was I was

I was a same thing, a other a bee strange, escondied between the

ramas of the arras of those enormous eyes that they were not to be

my health and it began to deteriorar and every I

felt more more more more. My cabo began to

to go to get to get to get to and I'm a real

a great and a constant permanent. A day, all to cross

the back to the school to a car me was

on an a lot no was a not not

a sufficient as for that there was a

time that me to be the more more perturbate

is that in the moment of accident, I was in shock,

and I can juror. I'm sure that I saw that I'm looking that I've been dressed with a vestido a

very old and the old of the other side of the carly, sacando the head, hidden behind

of a wall. I was terrorized and not I was to say, I decided

to tell to my mom to what was going, she was she perup much and me

suggested that we we'd like to my abuela. She was a a kind of curandera, but we

didn't have a great relation with her. For the same, because my mom

always she gave a little a story. My said that probably was a

woman, a little to what she was a other, something, he said that I've

had chated the eye for some maybe she, without

had passed where she had had done a other that

offending. My abuel me piti-as my exited to the

great to that's a very very a biggeria against the

other other other other other other to put to the

end of my room, and to end up and I know, and I know

also did the things and put tigeras down his armada.

A A Pesar to the presence of that she was always always constant. My health was bad in peor. Finally, my abuela suggested to pass a night in the house to dole more complete. That night, my abuela, me prepared a banion of herbs, of that I only recognized the ruda, the romero, and the albaca. While I was batheicabye, recitabes the magnifica and other orations of protection. My abuela He sat down

And the altar He had Encended copal And he gave Protection to Somegant to My mom My mother

Julia, from her and from They were And they They'd And then After that

night the Susurro The Susurro and the Bluffs in the Ventana Cesaron The Perros

of the Vecino They're And the atmosphere of my house It was

The New York To be the next I regained to house, I'm at the perturbator presence and much

more of health. Since then, the nights were still to be quietas. The protection of my abuela,

it was to get to be a woman who was about. With the time, I did to think in what

occurred, and at I'll get to get to forget it. But, I was in some days,

I was I was near my old house and, for nostalgia, I decided to pass for that

the way to see that. That same night, at my actual department, something

was the three of the madrogated. The same sound of the little

little little little and a unsurros that were that were

that were that were that that was that I think that

I'm in a edificio, because my department is in the fifth piece. I just hope that not has

led to the old old my house actual, over all that my abuela, yeah no

it's not to be one of the time in that the time is that the time of the

night in that the silence is more profound, and the sunras see more

pesas spasas spas we've we've been on a caretera solitary,

my family and I to go to house after to visit a other

the family. The dream and the sense and the monoton

of the way when of the moment we we're a

great and a really one of the one of

the chentas that's he did he did he

got to a good to the carneter and it's after the decided that he had to come in the yantara

more nearer, that, according he, not he was to be too much too long as a couple in the kilometers detras.

My mom, my abuela, and we, we were going to patiently to his regress. The obscurity was

involved me, and the only sound was the occasional susurro of the wind that passed

between the arboles circuans. Passed a minute in silence absolute, when the

abuela started to get to get to you? He asked with the voice

temblorosa. Excuse what, Mama? Responded my mother, trying to

maintain the calm. Gritos, my ha, there's many people grittando.

Insistio my a boyla and his eyes were to be in terror. And we're saying to her

probably was her imagination and nothing more the adrenaline for the stust of the ponchadura that just

he had to be able to signaled to the obscurity affirming that the grits were reales

that were very close the the grits said they were descarradores and

and there's of desperation of suffering of suffering

no any, Abolita. Only we're we're we're we're

I'm. He I'm even I'm not sure of my words

his panic to get to affect me to after after

a rath we finally she got dorms and she

murmurating in suh my mom and we we're we're

not trying trying and we're we we're we

we're and passed hours. Passed hours very and the fear to the unknown, to know what there was out there was there

was there finally, at the manseer we saw the figure of my papa and circlinger by the carretera accompanied of a man

that had rodeando a yanta. Sentie a livio immense when it was they put

to work in the coach and in a little time the yanta was ballista and

we're prepared to continue with our way. When we were at point to start,

I'm around for first with a time with detenement. The light of the

light, the light, what was the dark what the night

was that was that I know my carous me started I'm thought that

I'm thought that we've been stationed, all that time at the old of a old cemetery,

of those that are that are that are not being the world, the lapidates aligns

in the few years, some that were that can't learn the names. Recurred

then the gritts that my abuel had mentioned before that could reactionar,

the that could say something, I could say the voice nervous

of my mother. Let me, for favor. I want to to go more to be here. I want to

get to the house. He said at notar too in the cemetery and at the feeling it

much as we didn't avoid us not I could avoid to be looking

to the or someone but only I saw I'm the stumas

silencius mysterious in the light of the amneser the experience

kept more we've only ever we've evered to talk to it. No. I could have to think of the grits that my abuela said to have heard and in the almas that maybe us accompanied during that inquietante night, at the border of the cemetery.

After that night in the carreterer, the life was to be to normality, or at least that we but something had changed to us, especially in me. No could I could have to think

in the grits that my abuela had mentioned, in what he had said, and in the fact that we had been stationed at a pantheon. That incident

marked one an before, a second, a echo of something that was that I could comprehend

of all. But, that was a night of terror, a night terrible, but

isolated, or that we just thought, it, he made that, he,

sent to, a other question to my abuela. Veran, one was a

asylum of anciano with a second before. Since I've remember,

she always about the grits that I'm comingientes of the asylum. He said

that the ancians were mistrated by the personnel, that could hear it,

that his laments they were that they're that we never we've

to have in a place. My mom and we thought that maybe

his mind he'd he'd I used a malas passers, product of the soledad, of the age, or that, or that maybe, maybe,

maybe, not even to convince her the bad or that were the places like that, that we'd have to a asylum. This place finally was denunciated and clausurated

after that an investigation revela the horrible abuses that there were committed, the ancienos and the place was a little

abandoned to the suerty, at the time. But, my abuela still insisting in that I used

I'm going to us to hear of some of respect. It's that I can't support those grits,

no cea desperated. They've got to do something for favor. They've to call us. We're

we're trying to help us, explaining her one and other that the asylum was still, that there

no had nobody there. But she not to understand or maybe,

maybe I could accept it. The gritos, the grits that she said to listen her tormented until the day of her death. After her funeral, I began to reflectioning about what I had lived, what my abuel had experimented. The grits that night seemed to resonar,

with a familiarityity inquietante now. Could those grits were a manifestation paranormal, similar to those that she heard from the asylum. A day after, I decided to the house of my

abuela. Necessita to look responses, or at least, at least to understand more what

she had lived. The house was a and silenciosa. A echo of her presence

and was the only that was that was the castle clausurated, whose windows were tauties

were tapiedas, and the air had a sensation of abandon, of desolation. That night I kept in the house of my

abuela, decided to hear by me myself, if there was something that was out of there.

A mediannoche, the silence was almost absolute, interrupied only by the crugier occasional

of the house. Of a repent, a sound distant me made so it's

and it's They were grits, dabbled and apagos, but inconfundibles. It were grits that provenian of the asylum. Very nervosome, me aserque the window that dave to him. The edifices sergia like a sombre oscura, like a black more obscure than the night.

The grits, apagged, but continueable, mexlars with the wind that susurravae between the arbores. Sentit a mareau, maybe for the susto,

for the fear, but not he was able to understand. No, could be real. The

place was a few. The gritty were just were so much had come made a

little, I'm in a question, if I had imagined all I had been playing a mal

pastada, but the fear that I felt was too too real to be a simple illusion.

At the day the next I went to the house of my abuela, but the grits were resoning

in my mind. I did that maybe those laments were more than simple

soundings, that maybe were echoes of almas atrapadas, buskand to some different

to be able to not could be able to ask if the grotes that my mother had heard

in the cemetery, were manifestations of a same phenomenon a reality occulted to our eyes but palpable

in the air never I never I've got this with nobody I've got the experience only for me but every

every time I pass for a cemetery or for an building abandoned I can't

I hear to hear to and hear and to capture that

that I'm that there are things in this world that

can't in our our comprehension. Things that, although we can't see, are there,

are there and they're listening, and you those you, you know, and I

took a accident in the carterterer and back to Urupan, Michigan. It was a time

solied when we sawed when we cameonetta in the curva. Various

automobilists us had to help the The accidented were workers to the camp

and the shock had had left some gravely herald. While we were

to get to the services of emergency, we'd we'd all we're we're finally

when they came various ambulances us, we said we're that we're

the last night and that night I'm my my mom

me said that probably was that was that was

that could feel it. And that night, that night I did to be

to know with a little to be the one of the time. The sono

and other the little he was around his confused, I had eyes dark

and that were with me that I was that I came that I

had been some days and my health me got to but

the I was repeated I always I'd always start I'm in the sensation

of the sense of that a second we'd an hour my mom mentioned something that

me did you know I'm I'm I'm I heard a

I'm when you I'm not you're the house was the house I was

I'm I'm I'm to confirm that something that something was

No, it was possible that there were a new in my court. At the day the next, my mother little said that he had

seen a little in the patio while I was not was a and my mom had

had been out of the supermarket. He I said me the description and it

was in a little of my dreams of my mother. My mom decided to come

a man That type of things. In Michoacan sobara the people that's a lot of

the girl to get to the house with and vealas and after of a series of rituals us assured

that all of all right. The dreams ceased and we don't we'll see

to see after after for pure casuality we found a note

on Facebook that my her company that my letter

described an accident that had occurred in the same curve, where my T'O'O'L and I've seen that first

Volcadour. The note mentioned that, in the accident anterior, in that we were we've been we've been a victim mortal, in that moment all encaged. I'm pretty that the new of my dreams, the new of the apparitions, could, be he.

That, maybe, at the tenements in the carterer, in a carreterer, to some way, we had been brought with us. or, or maybe he only he only was to

a child to find the way to the way to whatever that's

that has been, I'm to know to be a scolofryus to record

his his the sound of his pastos in my court of

the every every that I go that I know I'm

I can I can't think in the little in the

and how even in the Mewart. Some Spirits no

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night you will a a place aterrador, where the MEDO's more more than ever. No, you know, because the

better is to come. Keda one history more, this night. The last time that I've to have to be to travel for work, me took to go to a convention in Guadalajara.

All the pastime my participation too late, because all my companions reserved in a hotel in a hotel nearer the place of the event, where she would

be to be convention and to me to go to an hotel a little but comodoo to a few quarters of the center

no I did much importance I was tired of the world and I was going to

be to much convivences and of opportunities to make connections but

well that I was to confirm to the last the moment

at getting to the airport I was direct to the reception

and I did my invitation the chick in reception, with a smile but something nervous, me

he said that needed to be a hour that they'd then be there any other, any other, whatever that

was there was still, because really the only that I'd be to be to be a lot of

a bad that never had been in peace since that had had been after

after. After to much insisting, I was convinced to give me one

that's I was in the second Pist. I thought but finally acceded and me gave to the

key. I was I went to my equipage and when I noted that the curtain was open and

my window and a other room of a tower in a

tower of a bit of distance at the front to the

front of that the front of that the woman sunrining

me from that the curtains inter-abirdas. I'm it was a rarue,

but I saluted with a little inclination of the head and I met to do you

was a really about and the only that I was I was I was

when I did get to the woman still there and

smiling to my room now more more more

almost and almost a frio in the spalda. Now that she was with with attention, that woman

had a certain palidess very extraia. A certain aspect inquietante that no me was just I was

trying to ignore her, thinking that maybe was a wespet curious, or maybe someone

of the work who had been to know but I got in the camera and I was

to do work. Just when I started to get me, dormido. Sentie

a presence. Sentie someone very close. Something me is to

the window. Abri the courtina and there was she was she

with the front pegated at the crystal of the window looking

very very fichamently the palidess that I was I can

say was completely perturbator her sonrise very extra

she was leguas that was a woman with some

a other a lot of that's it's me that's his

not didn't nothing their his eyes not not

not not not I could support soport I saw

the door to give a other room the

other one that she said now that the only

was that had that would be ready in two minutes and that if I wanted to apart her,

I had to get me in this moment to reception to be able to quickly. I recoged my time,

and I was going to goreying to the reception. The chick me looked with an expression

that mesclable sympathy and something maybe comprehension. When I came me said,

I was to turn to Tardar in regressar. I asked to what I said,

if I'm going to my room. I'm responded that front of

the one the only that was an house that was

that no a woman but that that that

that is the reason for that they not

that they never that they never that that

that that in that I was that the body. No

knew what said. The chick me gave the new room and I'm in

shock. That night I could do not not even thinking in that woman

of the window. Tate to concentrate in the preparations for the convention

repasand my notes and assurating to get to all all

in order, but my mind not had to go back to

those and that sonrisa that scalof that the

convention, me I felt agotado, distraided. Nobody more of my other than my other than I had passed,

but every every time I'd have been just to think in those eyes in this

a smile perturbator. I'm I'm trying in the presentations and the reunions,

but one part of me still was alerta, expecting to see that figure

spectral, to that woman in any square corner or passing front of

the window. That night of the hotel I'm to start all the

curtains and to keep the light the light the the

new that that was a woman me is not not to be

to be in vile all the night even the even the

sound more even the sound finally the the

Censanceo put more than the MEDO, and I kept in dormido, although my dream was a very perurbado by pesadillas. Since then

every that I reserve an hotel, I'm sure to give a room and I'm to get to

a other room, to another door. I don't want to start to do this,

never, never more. I'm still, I'm sure, that was that woman, that I

wanted. Although the logic me say that I don't have to have been

with a phantasm in that hotel that was only a mal-entendendid or a

trick of my mind, a part of me can't and I can't

never forget to forget the fria reality of

that that the real