Relatos de la Noche - No te asomes si escuchas un grito extraño en la calle (relatos paranormales)

Episode Date: March 27, 2023

Si esta noche escuchas un grito extraño en la calle, un grito que parece ser de muchas personas a la vez, es mejor que no te asomes a ver qué sucede. Podrías ser el siguiente protagonista de Relatos de la Noche. Visita nuestro sitio oficial: https://rdlnoficial.com/ Síguenos en instagram dando clic aquí.  Comparte tu relato en: [e-mail] Contacto 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.

Goods, community. Welcome to a new edition of this program in the next time in the next minute in a world where the paranormal is possible and is very close to us. A world to you can't enter in how much decide you'll create.

I'm Uriel Reyes and it's moment to be upag the light and to get to get to get it for the next relato of the night. A few months I visited my mother

after 10 years living out of the country. I went to the States I'm in the old I'm

a kid and I'm a kid I'm still but I never I wanted to he said it

and I'm about a little bit of a night but a but a day this December

he kept waiting my call I I'm to get to surprise

to the of the nine of the night I'm we're we're

we're we're the decines to salute me, those that I'd be seen from the chameco.

Us we'd be talking to even in the madrugada. They were going to one to one

to the and the and at final us were talking about both, as my

mom and I, I just much to see the the little the little

that had changed. He had been to be a motion that was

to be to be the back the back the It were two of the

madrugada and not we were the time to talk about the time of all those those chismes and newedades

that were not able to to be able to the morning I'm going to be in the car and was obliged to a worded silence for complete. Alarido,

no you assomies, No, no, no, no, my mom. No, you know that you that's the gritty? A-pocon never to hear it? I suppose that my mom noticed my that I had idea of what I was talking. He was up to have to be in the carton's

that I was already, that I was that Ilaried. The, no you remember, to Ramoncita? The number made a rector a lot of records that seemed to have been have been in some place

of my memory? Ramoncita Clarro, a woman, to the young to the

way grusera the local of the barrow. Ramoncita vivian

a house just in a place in a lot of balddio that he occupied

and that nobody more more he said, nobody knew who

who had been that house where had come to

have had yet had had had There were days more malos for the santa.

For the regular I was always in your casita and molestar to nobody but a a little entire our

street and then the end up the door and insulting to who were to put her on your

way. Some the people were they were they were and they were

they were to give a little or some rugue because really was very

very very aggressive She He was A person more of the Crayal

and that a situation almost a lot one or two times we're

going to get and the kids we had to get to

how could have he had he had I

never I know I know I had I had

I said my mom that one when I

was not I The alarido's heard retumbar for the street.

This was very rare. She never had done something like in the night. The

perros flaredarer. The lights of the street were to be to get

to be the people's and it's a carri was and for a few

they were to come back the carmabing. The gritty to be the people that were that were

to be the same that were to be to be to do, even now so,

about it, and they're out of the street, but not they found. The gritty was to

hear of but this very to long as was like so they were away rapidly,

like if were going to get to a little, and the morning, they were

to be to be a car but was there, no there's where

was made to be made even a taser a tax of

a coffee. The night the next again again the same gritty, and the next, and the

next. The people sawmava to look at every more preoccupied for her, but in a while

someone was out of the call to nobody would be able to be never able to get to

more more less than one after the first of the first the first

in the night someone came with the bad that had

been have been encountered a Ramoncita, very very far to our carl,

almost at the other side. The extrano was a detail that they

knew after you when they found their body was in advanced

state of discompos there had died two months

after that same night I again again again

again the britts to the time nobody he didn't

and still He still He used For much Time, for years Every way more

sporadic And to the people of my generation that we're We're We're

not we're when we're heard when it It's not

it not it no more the Rito continued to

live the the legend is still telling Like

that I back back after after after after

amazomar me. I've heard Ramoncita, the new, I'd like to share my story. It's happened, it's a lot of years in the state of Sakatecas. In the house of my my abuela, she had a garden at front, very beautiful, very

very careful, that only was separated from the street for some rejas. All the family we came to regal plant and flowers for that to put her

and the garden every bit more beautiful. In an occasion, a primo of her he gave a rosal. It was beautiful, really the most beautiful that had seen. My abuela it was immediately, giving the place more privilegedized of that garden. Even the people of the street was admired, and he was that he was a

beautiful, but his prism no he had said to something. And is that had been found that rosal growing at the side of a tomb in the Panteon. He was it so beautiful that I felt that I had to have my abuela, without imagine that, that, that, that,

that, not, to get to get to get to get to the other, about the other things strange, of macabras apparitions in the garden, specifically,

specifically, that's, that's that never had been before, had been seen, there had been a perro-negr, others that had a little, and a little,

No were things that were taken in serious, because all the people had a vision distinct to tell. Until that Robert, a resident of the street, passed by there, very demodugated. I was with rumbo to his

house after being passed the night, vending cigars in the center. In that case, not so difficult to come to those hours, not as much, that you can't

for the delinquency. I heard a voice that seemed to call it, The poor man no view nothing, and he wanted to go on his way, he was he to the garden. He was down the rosal, he could see that there was a a...

A boy that was upon he was on the infantal, he was on the rea with his manitas, as if he could get to get him. Then that voice changed. He was to re-hear. He was to be able to him and Robert no he no, he went to his house,

he regressorce for where he came, and he was going to the night in the house of

a man, and that was the only experience that someone told with

that that that that a other other he

happened a gerardo. He was very particular he was

to be to be to sound to be a little but

he he was to get in the madru and grit

I was going to the classic gritty of, Oh, my kids, and he was really really was a decaradourable.

To me, for example, the new was a little bit more a lot of he was to work,

to go back, and to do you doing the all the whole the whole the

way to and rindus to what did you but one night, when I

passed for the house of my abelita I was when a

voice he He said, Gerardo he was quite conglal. The rosal just saw of the

dark of the dark he was a little to him, so he was more more much

like it, like the when Gerardo started he said he said as he

said as the realerer from, the those abel they got to talk more in

what the people saw in the hardin since that he came

that the roseal but never they They didn't even They remodelar The case and they were to move

And only then It's seco I always I always made with the Duda What or who was that baby That was a

If it was a Aftasma or some demonio That's Trajoled Dik you're You're You're

You're You're It's completely Gratis You're You're You're You're going to

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But now it's moment to continue to hear it's moment to continue with more relato

of the night what I'm so you know I'm a lot of my friend I recommend

and I love much much my good to my time you I'm

my time when I'm doing my work I'm I'm my time you

when I had 16 years and the two I'm I'm

and my brother could give faith that this really socedo. You'll see as a context, I live in the state of Mexico, but my family and I always have been

our activities in the city of Mexico, so I've had had to have to have to get to the school. When I was

in the preparatoria, my classes started at the seven of the time, the car that my father had was a

so many many times not circula, for what we We had to get to get us to the morning to go to the city without the risk of that a patroia us multa or to get a corralone

for not to carl, it not circulate. We'd get us to 3. the morning at the house of my abulita paterna, who unfortunately always us pressed her house to

to be able to get us, because our situation was a quite complicated. The house of my abolita is great and

there's a footereron 201. My abolita had conserved intact those quarters of his

children, so my brother, who in this then was in the university, and I, that was in second of

preparatoria, we'd we'd to be in the court that had pertenesied to my

father in his his own a second piece. It was a window, and a

closet very big and a front of the room, the

which just only only only the rest of the time the time.

Front to this closet, we had two two cameras, one

for my brother and another for me. It's important to mention that no, there's no one of my mother. That quarter was completely isolated of other constructions. It was to a certain point, a species of Torre Solitaria. It was a Monday, I remember perfectly, more or less at 3.20 of the madrugada. We came to be able to her house of Morelos,

with my tios the day earlier, so his house was a back. My papas were still in the car

while my brother and I did my room and I after my papa in all the

carretera for that not we not to we're not we're a moment to go to

the school in this time I was going to many problems emotional

and a great of stress for what unfortunately every night experimented

paralysis of the dream. In fin, we're going to the closet was a

little bit that's this my was a but I think that maybe

my papa had gone and it had had left so

so I got I got I got to my my brother

so I'm not a instant I always had

had the time and many minutes after I

I also made vencer for the cansancy. Of a point I was never I'm

not quite before I'm so I'm to come to come to come to get to do you

but I could move me caray I think I again I'm

up you the maldito and as a certain point normal for me

simply I just I'm to be to be to be a I felt something

as if someone was looking and I tried to my head my head

but obviously me was impossible with the rabbi of the eye

I saw my door and the door of the closet a more

more open for an instant something something something from

from the closet were two two points just

just perceptible of color amarillo, tenuous, immobile. Moved the eyes rapidly to see the tachio. A december, never one's spanned when

he's up the dead. I thought, and it was there, that I heard a little bit of a shusrower. Pinch, a pettlement I opened the eyes like plato, and I thought,

no, this if never me had passed. And, again, the voice grave and ronka, this time a little more alto, he said, I'll go to kill at you, the p, asshole. Then I moved the eyes in direction to the door of the closet. I saw my brother in the same position,

dandom me the back and the same points amarillo in the closet, but this time I saw something more. It was like a figure that was. Now, now, so, more black than the obscurity of the closet. coronated for those two points

amarillo and I'm to be a serious because the voice of the closet was

to turn to turn more more violent I said that I would

to decasar to my family that would to kill and

that no is to that she I'm here I'm

I have I have said I were very explicit

just I'm I was just saddened for not to move me, and by my brother there my brother there was vulnerable, that only could start to cry.

With the rabble of the eye, I was sure, I that that figure was more more than before and without call to

the door the closet was more. In that moment I tried to call to my brother to get to

but I could be vocalized only was heard as a quijid. The voice in this point,

no and I knew that I was to do not I'm in there's a really we're in a little

there's just look at the touch and I think God for favor help me the voice

was almost aweding that would to get us that would dispeasar to all in that house

and then then just like for art of magic I put up I'm

I'm not I'm I'm I'm I'm I was able to get to the

camera, my brother did the same to do a behinds at the closet. My brother was a door more abirited and me looked very

confused. Just I just to say me, you too too, too? The figure had disappeared and days

after that my brother changed the room came to the place and always at getting we were

we're very very well that closet. Today I have 22 and my brother 28 years And until the Fecha, nobody knows knows

that both We're both We're all Mischemus While I had a paralysis of the Sue and

he simply dormia And he