Relatos de la Noche - No Viajes solo por Carretera en la Madrugada

Episode Date: June 23, 2026

Tres historias ocurridas en algunas de las carreteras más solitarias de Latinoamérica. Un trabajador de la Patagonia se encuentra con unos viajeros que parecen existir fuera de su tiempo. Un padre que conduce de madrugada por una carretera de Guatemala asegura haber visto a una extraña mujer deslizándose en la oscuridad. Y una joven descubre que ciertas promesas hechas en medio del miedo pueden tener consecuencias inesperadas. Esta noche recorremos caminos vacíos, pueblos remotos y rutas donde, cuando la ayuda aparece, quizá no siempre provenga de este mundo.   Síguenos en el grupo de Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/groups/relatosdelanoche Y en tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rdlnoficial 📖 Ya puedes conseguir nuestro libro en librerías físicas y digitales. Búscalo en tu tienda favorita o sigue el enlace para México: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/ España: https://www.amazon.es/Relatos-noche-Novela-Uriel-Reyes/dp/8410442205/ Chile: https://www.buscalibre.cl/libro-relatos-de-la-noche/9789568883270/p/64600265See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

For the madrugada I opened the eyes and I'm a woman and I'm

looking to stand a man like if if I'm like I like

something I'm so I remember what had lived in the carter

the the the fear the the promise that I

did to that that me that a promise that not had

come that that I'm that I'm Good night, community. The episode of this night will drive to the carretaries, more solitaries, more reconditas, and

and, far away, without that nobody could help us. At least, not nothing human. Ohalah that you're listening to the better humor, but if you are managing a solace, in a carreterer, like the story, maybe it's a I'd better not to hear it, to just to make it to make you

in the next protagonist of the story of the night. Comeensamos. Hello, Aurel, I'll write in this occasion from this occasion from to the Patagonia, Argentina. I'm Chilean,

although I've been many years living near Calafate. I came when the people were still more small than now. Before that they were to appear hotels new for all sides, and before that the tourism

grew up as long as the last years. I'm construction and during years I participated in the

works for all this area. Much of them in the town of the Chaltene. There we constructs

cabas, amplations, hosteries, and some of the hotels that are receiving visitants

of the world during the time for that I know quite

the the way that have been that in the in the the winter's

invixtapable. And, precisely, for that I've never had to find out of what I

have been in but I'm think the other things I'm think that I'm think that I'm

think that I'm make more more confusion. This what I'm going to

start on a winter. For who people not know they're that the

people change much when comes to get to the time of the

new in July and August, and even the carreter that's the road that has been dangerous. In that time, we'd in an amplification that was doing in an hotel, a hotel, practically

new, a work more of the much that were appearing in those years. The place was growing rapidly, and every time had been new projects. That morning

me took to get some materials that had failed in the work, before I was to parable, I was late before to comeeceola

before it was a very free even for the standardes of the zone there had a

number on both sides of the carretera I remember that during various

kilometers no absolutely to nobody only the road

and the mountain and the silence that particular that

has in the Patagonia in in winter when

when you only still the Viento alado. Silence of the end of the world. I was thinking in

the work when I saw when I saw a little carlady. It was a automobile detenied at the cost of the road. Parado, as if had suffered a little

a fire mechanic. Or as if it had had been out of the carretera. Junto the vehicle

had three two chicas and a man, I thought, I've been had been very bad in the summer.

That would have been a inconvenient. In the winter, it was another story. Depending on the climate, but to be a barreder to be a problem of a... ...devilize the velocity and me I got to see what had passed. The coach had a

gulfed in the front, very great. A few meters, I see the body of a guanaco, an animal of the region that not a few times and it's atravisa in the carretera, and so there's accidents like, there was a new

in the neve, and I started to notar details extra-notes. I don't explain exactly that it was really, but

the the roba, for example, the colors, the mochillas, even the peinados, no me

have seen have been quite, they're exactly, but also were nothing that I'd

not that I I was I detupe to them and I began the ventanilla. I asked

if they needed help. The three they were looking and they were

responded. Recurred I was very very incoomoda. I thought that

maybe not I've heard that I didn't speak or that

they were in shock so the man, he was a cento to be a cent

to where did you You, me asked. Signaled the carreterer behind me.

How, where? The carreterer? The three turned to the road. Then they were

to look at me. The reaction was so rare that I still I remember. They were

confused, but also asusted. It was one of the chikas

who responded to the carneter no, you not.

there. I was a little because I thought that was a brome. I said that I had to gore that came to see that way, and that was being being from from the other muchachia, the other man that not was,

was completely pallid. Recurred even to have thought that maybe was found out of that maybe she had passed too too expuiced to the frio.

I asked if were well, what had passed, if they needed a little, I said that the animal he traversed and that the coach

now advanced, but at least functioned the air-conditioned. After there, all right, it was normal, but what rarrow came after, because insisted that during all this time, no had passed absolutely nobody,

nor a sole vehicle, nor a single person for that carreterer. I said that, I was impossible. A-one had a person going to the Chaltern, even there

people out of there too. I had to get there and I found people in the

carterterer that going to the way, the three interchambiar miras

and they were in silence. I said I had to continue to the work to

get to I'm a job, but that I'd to be that someone didn't

the chas not said when the ranke, they still observantom me. I went for the retrovisor

various times while me away. The three remained together on the

automobile. Quietos. Like if they were waiting that was I'm going to get the

construction still on that that you. I told my companions what

happened, and one of the people me said that was to go

to in the car in the caro they could Of, he thinking in to cover them from

from the rescat. He said he said culpable for not having me kept with them or have us

had helped of some other way. He described well the automobile, although

I know didn't say the mark or the model because I came in mind

that I didn't know I was my a minute after a while

I received a call her. The first that was if was sure of the place.

I said that was completely secure. No, there's form of that you confunds in a carreter

like that. Well, there's nothing. I've stopped. No, there no, no sign of

that a car has been to be done. Nobody's has been here. I think

that maybe is the way or the trams of the carreterterer. I'd describe the

place, the recta the colina, the the body of the guanaco

still there the in the name. But his response was exactly

the same that there no there was any there's any

there no there no there had been there nothing

I remember I'm I'm I'm I'm made a

moment that the repair the coach and marcharse. If someone had had yet yet yet to help them, help us, there'd have been to have been a rastro, wellia over the but no, there was nothing,

and never knew what occurred. For the time when I went, I revisied well the place, and I had a reason, my companion, no had nothing. During much time, I attempted to find an explanation logical.

I thought that had confunded the place, or that maybe in a

form recordable bad about the details. I thought I was in other

point of the carterterer and then I'm mixed the records.

But no explanation had to convince me. The

most strange is that with the past of the years, the

most me inquietes the person to not even that's not sure that's the

their faces. The expression that they had when they saw when they were to appear. Because when me asked where where had said, not were people that had been to find help in the middle of a carreterer vacillia, it were people that had to find out of something,

strange, paranormal. And, after all these years, I have an idea that's that's still regisand to my head. What

how, community of relato of the night? What that for a moment

me asome a time that not was the more and that

maybe. And that all these years I think that something I thought

but it had interpreted well. They were those

who were who were an experience they're those who

They've seen a phantasm That's Madrugated Community is perhaps the most Aterrador

of my life. I'm Chalalot to you all the community of the

whole of the community from a small I'm from a had a penitia, but when we took us in arms, we saw that he had a much fever.

And in question of minutes, it was to convulsionar. Until the day of today, that still being one of the worst images that I've got in the memory. And is that where we've lived, no there are hospitals orcases open, during the madrugada. When occurred an emergency, the only that can do is to travel to the municipality more

more more that's many kilometers by the carreterer my

husband she kept and I went to I'm remember to have

taken the chaves of my motor almost without the only

that was to find to go to get

the night was particularly dark and there no

there No, I saw other cars. No, nobody more in the carretera. No, there houses, no there luses. Only the sound of the motor of my motor to accompany, while I advanced. With all the preoccupation that I'd on the same,

I just paid attention to what I was around. My mind was occupied and imagining scenarios every worse over the state of health of my child. For so, the over-salto was so great when, But when a corner very serrated, I I felt that something crossed in a fraction of second.

No, I can see disting to be a person, as an animal. The only that I record with clarity is a rostro, palid, so close to me that for an instant our eyes seemed to find out of me.

Instintively I reared the manubri for to evictor toopichaeler. The motorcyclist was a rope over the pavement before to deteners. The motor is apagued and, the

Pronged and the minute, I'm moving one second trying to recuperate the aliento,

trying to feel if me had lastimated. Then I looked around I'd to find

a person to the road of the road, I'd expect to hear some a voice or

a voice or any indication of that really had been a point to be

a point of a to be to be a person, but no had nothing, no, the certainty of having seen something real. Only the obscurity, around me for complete, while I was trying to understand that had to pass,

I'd get to the distance to two post of alumraudable public that illuminated a right of the carretera. There I'd also a sombra, a silhouette that, as much was feyed, but more

I was taking form and a little a little distinged a silhouette

delgated then the cabello long then the the white was

a woman was a matter was a lot of distance under the

light amarient of the postes and the most extrao was the

way was I was I didn't move the the brazos, and I'd have a pass as a person normal.

It's difficult to explain it, but I'll say that, even I moved to the space, advanced a rapid, it seemed to slizzards on the soil. I intended to convince me that existed an explanation logic.

Maybe the obscurity was doing to see things that not were there, or maybe it was the fear for my or the who was affecting more than what I wanted to admit. But no one of those explanations I'd like to tranquillize me, because the woman no dejave to advance to me.

Avonsable, without that I'd set up to parted the view of my direction. After that he's detourable. I remember having felt an alibi inmediato. I thought that would be there.

I thought it was to disappear as in stories that had heard of I've seen, I'd rather to turn to get to my

motorcycletta, could be to make sure to forgets with a story of phantasmas. But then it was to move and this

this time he did in a manner completely distinct. He started to advance to me with rapid every more rapid, without corret and without movement brusque, but a cercan-so, like if something invisible he was up rastraining to me.

The fear was to turn to panic. I tried to send her motorcycle but the motor was to negate to respond for an instant I thought in to let me and let me

to go ahead. But the obscurity behind me was that I mean was so profound that I could

even that was I'm trying to never a time, I'm trying trying to the motorcycle

was then when I was when I heard a lot of a motor so much the lights of a trailer

appeared in the carreter and started to to be to be circars. Never imagined that other vehicle

could give me a little alvee. During one seconds, the intense illumination of the trailer was to the

woman, and I saw the whole clarity as a woman. The woman still there,

still going and when the trailer passed to her, the figure disappeared disappeared.

It's swumed in the light of the trailer now as the stories that

I with force. The conductor disminuioed the velocity and me gritted a question to something that I'm

supposed that was reclaming for having the motor a travested in the carreterra. His voice me made

reactioner. I'll be to sender the motor and this time ranco to the first he rancoe

a failure. I mean one another once to see the place to

the place to the woman. No, any a For a moment, I thought in regress to my son I needed to

so I continued my way to the pharmacy I got the medication and I regress the most rapidly

unfortunately my son and it was and all that did in an enormous

of a sudden I never I never could forget what was that

last I'm I'm told to my story to but I think

she never me never me I I was tired, nervous, and desperated for to get to the pharmacy. That, maybe my mind

mixed the fear with the sombers to the carretera and, maybe he has a reason. Because the truth is that I don't can't demonstrate that what I was real. More than the trauma that he left with me for ever, dear, dearer community, thanks for continuing

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active of the night of the time. Of the all

it's always will be the night, we're we're more

stories of this night. Hello community my My name is Marianela. The

Saludos from Turkumana, Argentina. I'm a fan of relato of the night of the night

when I discovered the podcast. I was I'm I'm still to put me the day,

and now I'm I'm sure I'm sure that I'm I'm I'm

so I'm for a chapter every I'm very much time. My

history not very long, and especially terrorific but occurred

curiously, for the influence that have your programs and all those of terror in me. The 14th of February of 2006, my novi and I decided to do a voyage of a final to fayette, a little town of the Cerrus in the province of Salta, very close to Tukumann. The trajectory had to durer around four hours as maximum, and it turned during during 11. The car of my novio is a Renault, 12, a old.

It was a rare that had some many of the manned but that day was decided

to put us to put into the motor so overcalent and it was over to get back

and after after the part of many shortas we're we're doing

every problem over the marcha advancing and and there

and there to the five of the last of the

last the While we had traversed a zone of curbs pronounced and dangerous, the Rueda Delantera and Left, she salo. Segun me explained after my novio, she had rot a piece metalica that had been in its place,

something very little common, and we don't have a form of reparal it. For sure, we had been able to be able to a curve that permit a certain visibility to both sides of the route, of so that the other vehicles could beern us with time, a pen enough sufficient

to esquivarn us. Even so, we were completely isolated and nobody would be there. We'd find us between two

people, without houses without commercies, without signal telephonic. The place more nearer

that we'd think it'd 20 or 30 minutes in automobile. Impossible to comeinar. After a a rato,

a man for fin he stopped in the curve and he was

to get a and he to get a little to and he was a so I'm

I'm I'm sure I'm perfectly the sensation the

the time the I was I don't have sign on the

telephone I know I'm not fear. Much fear of there

only to be there night. The night ended up while I'm sitting in the

auto trying to contain the anxiety, I recorded something that I've heard in

various relats, the Animas The Purgatory Never pronounced a word

in voice Alta but into my head of my I think Animas

the purgatorio Helpan us to solution this problem and to get to a change

this night I'm I'm going to rest for you know that's that's never said

to know to my noviour 30 minutes after after

he was he and both they made and we

we did after a long long of car

carter finally we finally we get to after

the once the we were we're has been converted in a

journey interminable of problems and preoccupations. We're fanjamos and we're we're in

mediatto or at least that I thought, because in some moment I felt that someone

was to the camera. Abri the eyes. A my side there was a

woman. It was a delgated had the head short and something that

was I remember especially one of his hands. It had extended to me, like if it was up to talk me, like if he said to dockxer something. I incorporated a little, the figure disappeared. I went around the room and there no one had nobody.

My nubio still sated to me using his cellular, and I attempted to convince me that had been product of the cancancey and nothing more. After all, we've got hours under stress. I had passed a good part of the time of the time

and was completely agotada. So, so I'd gostarm me. But not could be to to be quiet.

I don't know how much time before that I was the armory. The armory that was in the rinkon most

of the room. When I saw, I saw, I saw, I saw another silhouette

the of a man. He also remained in mobile. He was still and was seen me. And it was just in that moment when I heard my novice to say a single word

I said a little word. I mean, I went to the same thing. I went to get immediately to him and he asked what I said. Me respond to something that I don't

know I'm talking to other thing that no had nothing to but I'm completely sure of that I I was I heard. No, he had told what I had thought that

night at the carretera. Never I mentioned the promise. Never, I never had to the animas. And, but that was the word that I heard to say that was that figure in the obscurity. Then I recorded all.

The carretera, the fear that I what I did, my promise, and I was, I had already that until that moment I had forgotten

or that I don't want to see. I had had been I've received,

but no had been in the camera and I reced. I said for those almas

exactly as exactly as much had promised to do that I'm

without no problem and never never to be that those

people and and well since I've been a

promise a because I think that, because I think that all these stories about the animas of the purgatorio are real. That are disposed to help us, but also to torment us until we're the promised

to the proleting. Uriol and, my dear community of relato to the night, I'm a brando an abrassau enormous and thanks for accompany me with every story. That have very good nights.