Relatos de la Noche - Nunca toques una tumba rota (y otras historias de horror)

Episode Date: February 24, 2025

Las tumbas rotas son algo más que lugares de descanso olvidados, perdidos en el tiempo. Pueden señales de que quien las habita no ha logrado dejar del todo este plano. En este episodio también encontrarás la manera más aterradora de "no ver" un fantasma, pero está en ti si decides 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.

Never thought that would I'm working in a panteon. But in the pandemic, with jobs

and counts accumulatings, no me was a other option. Leveramiser before that all over

but without clients and without people, I've mese without a place,

I'm not part of because with more people to exumar the people to more of 10 years,

yet without some people that reclamar, that was going to visitar. It was a job easy. I'd talk to get to get up toils, and hear stories that if they'd have

told them before to work there, I'd have believed. The first regal that me was simple but strange. No, it's

in the tombas of the front. None of any that have cruces rotas. Those are in peace,

always. Me said, Don Lupe, the sepulturer more old, that had a white and a great that was

curbed by all the life working on the sun. If ever they'd move one of those,

first you'll me say you. I said, and I said that I said that's in not quite me preoccupied.

A me only me was just me important the money, over-vivir. Yeah, with the

time, I'm accustomed to the job, to the chismes of the guardias, the other sepulturers

about things that passable there down they'd say they'd they're in the zone

in the zone one of the area of a lot of there's there's from down,

like if they're like they they're in the tomb. Also they're

that in the fos common of the night there

were that not but I no I don't see nothing

rather so that we took to do the

exumation that the time that day, Toño and I were we were We're trying to to take the rest of

a tomb when from from from long as long as Lejos, Don Lupe us gritts.

When they're there, go you go and the tomb six of the front.

We're going to move those restos. Toio and we were we're not we're

we're not we're not we'd be not we didn't we're not just we just we

just we the room and we the cross was roth the cross.

No Godas we We're going to open one of the tombs prohibited." He said Toño, that he had the same as I was working there, and the same me, my mode, Toño, for something is it. He said, he said. We got to go to her.

The earth was more floated than what it would. No tard we had to find the attaut, old and Podrid. Toño intento to get the tap

with the psalah. But in when it took it, the madera crugio.

No, like when so it was a old old. Son-o from a cold.

From from the we're we're we did you also, you too

you too you're I said, I instinctively we did two passes

back and the made to grow from from

from but we even we even we even we're not even we're we're going to thinker we don't we're just to encounter a don lupe who, for our surprise, was at the entrance of the panteon, tranquil,

fomandest a cigar with a coca. We're not going to open that tomb. He said, without a-lient. The old fronccio, the seno, confunded. What tomb? The six of the front,

of the ultimate fila, the that has the cross-rota. us did you we're gonna Dolupy Tiro the cigar to the

and he's he's little bit I'm not I'm gonna a hour here we're just

we're we're gonna get us we're gonna we're gonna we're we're a better

that we're a morning next when we're the tomb was a

dark the term the nobody it had talked in years nobody

no I also mentioned the theme. We also also we don't know we'll in the first of

in the community. We're going to enter in histories with mysteries, with elements that we can

negate it they're all of paranormal for more aseptics that we want to we're so that

is moment to be the light and to let's get to get because there no

there Marche atras. My name is Uriel Reyes, and you, you you're still listening, Relatos of the night.

My abuela strictly Catholic, strictly, and my mom, well, she escaped from his house to

get to live in peace, normal. And is that the prohibitions of my abuel and they were

not the No, I could have friends out of the church, yet not we get a newbue, nor do you even could

talk about with the not could not be able to do you, because there was only only women,

and in house no she saw be a television. My mom was to live with a mother of

her mother, and she, she, was for me the only image of an abuel until

I'm eight years. In that my mother to my mother that was a little time, that he

kept a little time, that I wanted to get a relationship with her and, over all of me. My mom

accepted, for the abuela and for me, for me, for me, for I never were to

reproach to grow to my mother still being the person more obsessed with

the religion that's ever had been that I had promised to my mom,

to be to be to be I'm a Catholic too, but my

mom was a calm, me I'd let me pass. How I feel that I'd

do it be to be able to the children. For that's my time when my abolita

passed by me to the house, and me said that I had to have to a secret.

I was to get with her the end of the time. When it was

at the day, a day, I'm going to be a very good.

As we'd we'd always to do you to do the house

we'd have to do something something important, that no I would postpone, but that for no reason could say to my mom or, you know, I'm going to let her with her.

I wanted to my abuelita, although I just had to try her, and that even if I had to know her, so I said that was well, that I would say that, and it was then when, in the other to direct us to her house, the The abuela managed a colony very alehyda, and then to the ultimate call of this,

to a one case that was more around the mountaine and of the arboles than the other houses of the other houses of the other, but I could enter that Crown Victoria Verde, that the coach

enormous of the abuela, in the streets that are very far back, we were down to a casita of the madera. From there,

a lady, a man with bolses of the gerba, that he left in the cajula of the carload of the car of the and then we went to the car in silence with usoters. We're going to the march. And then we're going to the casas viaes of the center. Those cases that my mom had loved because olie at a church, a convento,

to the school of Monge, to where she acudied for so time. To me, in change, me was that odor. Me gustavent those cases. For so when my abuela me said that had to leave a something and that the I was there in the car, I don't want. Ademand, where apparently they had to

have to get all those those herbs. The other lady said that me gave her, that no was about anything, that I would be in the cell. And my abuela, with a doubt, accepted.

When we entered to the house, I had a sensation very strange. It was a house enormous, solitary, in silence. But at least, But at the same time I heard voices lexanas, as if a discussion very acalurated to

be taken in an abetation, very far away. My abuel and the sir entered running, as if something was preoccupated, and I me kept there in a little recidivor, just to the door. Passed some minutes, many. And I, being a little, I began to do a little bit about by the recidivor, and finally I had to enter me for a passillo large of that house. Now that I think,

I don't see if it was a house normal, because no there were spaces abertos. For outside, it was like, but in-drought you were just with passages, like if it were a hotel,

an internado, or an hospital. No, I was that I was playing. No. I was trying to me, I'd be able to the reciddered. If I knew my abelior,

me could reaganer. If I was going to be able to beckonial to a house, but simply continued I continued coming down until I heard, or more even until I that a voice

was talking, a voice that, if has said, I'd hear sense, I'd, before to hear her, while, when a little

in a passillo, yeah, I was, I was a little of this, and cada in the the floor, with the back as

he was just he was going or resando. His pillow he'd tap the car, no

so I'm moving. It was about three or four years more than I was that I'm

sure that I wasupis immediately did a minute and I came to the side,

but something was a back to me. I'm I'm here to see to see. I'm

discovered that the little was in the same more more more

second would have advanced five meters in that long passillo. Intented ignore her. I continued coming.

I heard clearly that she was that she was to be and I but without saying a

word, I came to the receiver again. No, I thought that if it was

she was she'd me chere on over or something just just

I'm and even he he was just behind to me. When I turned to no, there was nobody.

Virgin Maria Santissima. Exclamed a woman that me saw come from the passio. A man who I had seen her. I asked who was.

He said that was accompanying to my abuela. The sir was paris, like if I had seen a phantasm and he gritted to

someone. And then then came to my abuela, the signora of the Yervas and other a man that

was known had been known. My abuela, my very enogated, me asked because me had

moved, and he said that I knew, that only came a little but I had

had done a little the little, and for that I regressed. The

little? Qual new? Pregunted the sir, very enogated.

I explained of the little the pastio and he asostated

he, he, he was A me, my abuela me saw come a minute. Me

surprised you down to that out of that's not we're in silence to the car. And then

I was to say it to say it. Abuela, no, there's no, no,

any new that's a little my abel my abhors me arsue, me he said,

for having me expuctor, for having given to that we've got to the We did we go to the car and not

we'll talk about the time. But that was the occasion in that I began to create. That was my first phantasm. But

I was supermently equivocated. Quiren know the truth? That's that you

just had only a few years, and being a adulta? I never revealed that secret.

My mom never knew. But she also had the Sujows. I've been

helping my mother to save things of the house. There a problem

of humidity, and we were trying to the photographs,

between us we're we and we and we talk and

we long and long and a first time. My mom me

told many things of her infancy of his

last of the when, for fin I could know her. The time when it was the incident of

the little in the house, I told my mom of the people who were

to be her to be there in the nightrored, when you never had nobody, people that

the girl had been very very very much, that had been had

had helped to help the life to be my my mother

said the with much resel as I was hoping that I not I'd bea and it's that the

abuela had had been an exorcism to save the life and the soul of a little two years

that dured a month confined in a bit of a bitation and in the most part

of the day and every minute of the nights very very valiant they

they subrall to my mom because for that that recudier the sacerdotes from the Vatican, so that it was a sacrifice,

because he was to gettarting as physically as spiritually to the persons, because who were even so circling nothing more, appellating the sacerdoters,

would be recorded enormously their expectativa of life. Who had to understand that was going to live very

little after the ritual. The abuela, knowing that was the first on offercer's also in

the other were all the other people I recognized I remember very well that night in the

belorio to the person that eventually he said to my mom the lady of the

jervas the of the house in the afueras that that

of actually as we're just only just just

a woman and I then then that was what

I saw in that house. I was I didn't that I didn't see that I

took to front with a little a little that was

that I was that I had been been been in a room

I had that I was that I didn't

not that not she not she not of the

I didn't I know I don't I don't

I don't I or maybe who'd be I ignore what would have been if not I'd have been

in this moment, if not I'd be the receiver, if not had been been protected

by the immense faith of my abuela, that in peace that I'm I'm

I'm part this story because I think my experience is distinct to many of the

I've heard. Because it's an homage too to the valentia,

to the sacrifice of my and for you think two times, before to convince us to have seen to

a phantasm many think to have them but it's been something better, much better. Thank you.

Thank you. This last story of really that has left thinking and is that we get many

relato about exorcisms that me perhaps that not always are the exorcism no is

the night at the morning. An exorcism, no the decision, a priest'sertit, in the moment in which a person gets, and he says, look, I'll take a my child, to my

his son, a boy, that's a position long, there's an investigation before, and no, any any other he can do

do you do do that the church. There are many stories that get to rituals to those that

call exorcismos, that clearly not are, but also it's very certain that the information about the respect is a serrata, that not is

available for all out of the church, and it's for so that this experience that we've got to hear me, it's very much the attention, because there are details that never I've heard about, but if there's someone in the

audience that's more of this thing, I'd that me wouldier confirm or that they'd have more details to share with us.

Let's repitit the exorcism is of those things that me fascinen, that me they're endued that curiosity, that me are fear but

that I want to try more always when can do it with respect, with caution, so we'll keep we're

recopilating stories about the theme, and I'm more experiences to tell. You, meantime,

do not know, for favor, if it's something of what you would like to

listen to more. And, before to the next story, I want to

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I know was the best experience but we're going to remediar. Now, so,

continue we with more stories this night. What are Good day for you and

for all those who do you do the stories of this can't my

father. And with your authorization me permit to give

it with you. My papa was a policeist, just a very little. He was jubiled after many years of service. What I'm going to

occur at finales of the 90, in the city of Owascalientes, Mexico. As it was a very,

they'd turn to the day, other times in the time in the time, they signarer the turn of

the night, in the zone of the south to Mexico. While patruiaba was patrued with

the companion of turn for the street of the last the last the last the

first of the first of a second he was a man who he was he said he was

he was he was he was near the mountain that was that was that was

that was my papa and his company responded that were they were

not they're in mind as part of the rundin of vigilance decided

they're also they're they're a turnous to take a little a

and then I'd the main the main to the but before

to do a little something a lot of a lot light that was illuminated

the light the first they could be to be that

but then they was that was that was that was

that could be that that was he he asked my

papa Roger his company he asked my father

to his companyer will be a little quito at these hours. Jesus, his companion, he said, no,

figgated well, the light advanced too rapidly. Who knows where it comes?

Decidion to do you the patruia, the lights, the lights, deteners and observe with more precision.

When it was the light in the mountain he was a paco too. My papa had to

a lampra, so he was sentio, She was the place where they had seen for the last time that was the last time. In a while he did, a certain,

a sphere felled disperated into the arbores, floating on over the years during those five seconds. Emitia

a light and potent. Then, it was moved very rapidly about two hundred meters over the carterter,

and in an instant a juror my papa, ascended to all the velocity to the mountain

to be to be able to get to get to the radio of the police is the voice of the man who

was patruly very near the area euphoric, emusonated and surprised at the

same time he's they're being people it's marvellous no a sphere

is it's it's incredible it's they're my papa and Jesus they were

with incredulity Intentated to Encented the patruly to go to the zone where the motor no

responded. The tank of the gasoline was almost the switch functioned. The ventana subed and

they were without but the patruia simply not rancable. After of various

intents, finally they were to turner to turn rapidly to the place.

Intentar to contact a Miguel for radio to ask them what he saw what he saw. It was like

if no there was a signal. At the turn, they were to do you do you

when they went to him to know a little he had the eyes more abjured to the normal.

It was serious, pensative like if was in shock. They were they asked to him

and they asked him and he was what was soprending so. With

a voice a like if even still even if you were process

it, Miguel He said I saw I saw for the unit I felt like

the patruia was a train like a man gigantic my papa and Jesus

they were they told to him they they've seen that they're

my papa thought that the other he was to say something

about what Miguel said in the radio but nobody

seemed having a muchada normality. Like if nothing extrano had passed. Some days after, Miguel

asked his change to the guard in the C-4. Since that night, never brought to patrulled the streets

of the Gwaskalientes. And my my papa with that little experience, with that

anecdote, grabbed in her memory for ever. I'm Anna and I'm there's

sonor. You hear I'm I'm I want to write you to scribeer. In my family, various have experienced experiences of strange. I don't know if I have any relation, but

they're that my miss-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-sendient to a tribe. Here in Sonora, there are many. My abuel, her son-oerfin, pertenceant, to the community Menonita. She-la-moboed the rancher where I lived, as they said. A my miss-a-vuela never he liked. He wanted

that his son He was a woman more more more than

my abuel us was going to that while they were to be

a his his his in the vietnam that he was

that had to was a was a very very

very even to get her missabela supposedly she was

she in the house, lines of salt, objects rare, until a becena he said that she wanted to be able to be

the best-a-law. And so they were very much, and my abueled for fin could have to have a first child,

although that not significant a final of a total happy. A long of the years

suffered many times. My abuel a Sometimes, we'd say things that he lived when he was young, when he lived with his mother. He had a cicatrice in the arm. Not exactly a cicatrice, but a mancha, like a chemadure.

The strange is that he had the form, apeness perceptible of those dead. Like if someone would have gotrared with something arduing. When we asked what he had passed, we'd told him of that occasion in that had been started the fiestas of the people. and he had plans to be with his friends in the plaza. From the very

time he resumed to finish his job. He met her to doignar and he started to get her his mother no tardue

to reclamar he. I said that he was over in the call back to that was the same

the same he was he was he was he he was he was he was he came to

get used to the house but her mom, out of him, grittandling and he

gracking him, until when she did he did he last time, she had a little

to be able to be disobedient, my abuelo only sorrel said, and it said that

a peter lavened of the courage. He he was so much and then

nighte yeah, but there was a light sufficient. When the

mountain he was the It was music as as a like if there

a whole of a he was he was he was he was he did he

he was his his time was he was distracted when

his when his the cabo he was he was

at back the front he he he was a

man he a person he he was a one

he was a ball Or that was it. He said, He was spantable, but the animal no was to move. The caboio

also. Intent was to a little but his cabooo not wanted to advance. And that

the animal still was like a statue. The anxiety began to grow to in the beecho. Intented

to start it. Saquess here. Go, go, go, he's

he was he was he the hand, it was like if he was to venting a peter, but nothing. The animal no reactioned. Only he looked. And in that moment,

something, something of my abuelo was the one of the animal. Never had seen those eyes like those eyes asy. Neither were real. Sinted he looked with desprecrow.

Like if he were the animal in the scene. The fear was getting to little to a little, after he cost to to restir.

The hands were to start the head and he started to the head to the

heart of the heart. Deprone, no he could susteners more and it

fell to the little he felt he just he was

he saw how he he was he disavor he

he the pecho he he got to the to the air to get to the pulmones. Clavs the

in the earth, in an intent of desperated for up to get her. I knew that was there a merced of that animal, although not could ever, I felt that he was around. He was in all directions, in all parts, and there in the

earth, he was to go to to help, but not could be able to talk, much less to gritty. His gargante was completely the air no it he

was then when it was then it was the voices voices of the voices of

women I don't see what they said I could see them just I was

the shusro but when when the head a

light a light tenue was was very very

very very very the panteon there there people

but nobody could hear he Sinted an ardor pungent in the Hombro. Something he was

A little bit of HALO con force. No could have more than his own his own the earth and the yearba

Noto some Pets Negro's Negros He so A-oor A-pored

A-cuer A-sanker Cere-Seked And then Nothing He said He was He'd

He'd On the Puertae Sto Sto various days and a fever for a rato

desper'd but he could be able to talk. No he'd not of those days

that was in the last he had passed but he had a badgwenza to

to tell what he he had even to have

been real the only is true the only that

was the only that was a comprobate that the

was the the arm that never sano Everyone

They asked For her Everyone They'd Everyone Men's Her mother She never

Her name She never said But always In silence For much Time no He'll go To go

To get The Noct And much More For the Panteon This

community Isle one of Tantas Histories That My Abolito

Miguel And If you let me let me permit them, more I'll tell me others. Not only of him, but of his children.

Because I'll I mean, to us mark something. A total in the family, we've been having things,

that's like if it was a maldition. A salute and that passen very good nights.