Relatos de la Noche - Relatos Aterradores de Nuestros Abuelos Vol. 5

Episode Date: August 22, 2025

Nuestros abuelos guardan recuerdos de un mundo más antiguo, lleno de misterio y supersticiones. Esta noche conoceremos cuatro de esas historias: brujas que habitan en lo alto del cerro, una figura alada observando desde Bellas Artes, un velador que vio más de lo que debía en un panteón, y la voz de una madre que nunca dejó de llamar a su hija desde lo profundo de un pozo. Relatos contados de generación en generación, advertencias que sobreviven al paso de los años… y que esta noche regresan para recordarnos que el miedo nunca muere. ¿Te atreves a escuchar? — 📖 Ya puedes conseguir nuestro libro en librerías físicas y digitales. Búscalo en tu tienda favorita o sigue el enlace: https://www.amazon.com.mx/Relatos-noche-Uriel-Reyes/dp/6073836201/ 🎧 Disponible también en audiolibro. 🖤 Gracias por ser parte de esta comunidad.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

I I was to distinguish something something that was a a little a little

a little in the sunned by the sunbra a body reddened with

arapos mohados and in the a a a a

a calaver nothing more the the rostro of a

man that turned just just just to the one

nights my My dear community, RDLN, is a good to receive this new account for here, that let me give to you to you the next selection of stories that are going to be a lot to our abelos and abuelas. Histories that they have us have told. Histories that have those have as protagonists.

Relatos with those that we can't feel us identifications because we've heard something like. A experience, so, of inexplicable. I'm a Aterrador. The Puevae The Parenthood. This episode

is dedicated to all the abuelitas and abelites that hear the night and also I'm going to

you that you're saying that if you have the privilege to have your abelos with life,

you askes to them. That you tell you a story. For here you're listening a

podcast and it's very very probable that they have a great story for to tell

No disapproveches that opportunity to to listen them. No is for ever. But, as always, I'm going to be able to the light and let's take you get it. You're starting in the next. Relatos

of the night. My aboooed in the city of Mexico, when still was called District Federal, for support. But the days of the nascar, so they were brought with their family to the state of Owascalientes. He was he knew the capital of the

country after one he took to come to work for an company that had a officeine

central, not very very far as the center historic. He had had yet long,

he was done what he had to do and it had been some hours that time, decided

to come in a little for the center. I always always was that the city

was impressionable. The the quantity, the the few the vehicles to the new.

All in this city it was made to be seen a little, and at the same time, as if

were visiting a place that of a other way that was a lot of it was he was

here, but his papas were just a baby awas calient and

until that he said that I'm that I'm a nostalgia rara

the nostalgia of a the day entered to come to come a restaurant

a simple, and a then a little other and then another more. Never he liked the alcohol, but those three they put them quite content, of good. Well, content and a little bit more than a little bit more than the

time, because even he had a favor at the altrures, it was a little bit of the idea of the tower Latino-American, to the mirador. That torre imponent that is to be of this great part of the city and that in that then had been been even more impressive because not was full of cask-sielos

like now. He said that the feet were when he was up to the elevator and even

more when he was when it wasom-you-as when he saw when he was looking at little to

while it was a pain the the fear. I was all the much attention like if

I'd grab it in the memory for sure the the coches moving

like ormigas the looes Alameda with his arbores the impressionant

palaces of beyes artes with that cupula dorated that was that was

a night. He had some binoculares that always always when I looked at

and he was to look to look to look at more detail. Vea the people to start and

to get from the car and the people and the way

the life I was that it was the night and in In the middle of that nostalgia, he saw something that

not could explain it. Encomed of the Palacio of Bellas Artes something was a little first he was a

a lusory but at enfoculares he was more clearly a figure black, a little

very high like if me dier about two two meters and a part in the part

more high of this techo I said that he recorded a cargola like the I've seen

in photographs of the buildings in France but with the salas extended at the

principal he was that was a lot or something an object rare but

then the figure so moved he flexion the the

the the and then he was extended the allas still

more they're enormous my my My abuelo was held elated, but

no he was to look to look at the thing, and that thing, and the

car, to the people, like if they were to be a very much,

as he had seen his mind the thing, and he and he

looked to him to me my abelor. My abelito always

said that he was that was the was what was what was not

exactly but a a vacill in the stomach, a presentiment. The creature no minute for a few seconds that they were like eternal, and then, of a salt,

extended the salas and he launched to the alameda. Passed rosading the copas of the arvoles after that was in the obscurity. In the distance, my aboelso got the

unoculares of the gulfed, he, back to the mirroar with the heart, acerated. No, he said to nobody,

nobody more seemed to have noted to, He cameo to The hotel He was He was made His imagination

That was That perhaps had been Only a bird That was He made auburned He made Confunded To the

morning The morning He was up He was A taxi To be a central He took his auto bus

And Hemprened His regress Owascalientes It was The morning The 19 September

of 1989 That same day, Apeness one hour after the 7.19 of the morning, a terremote devasted the city of Mexico.

My abhorlo a certain movement. A agent very assustada in the central of I'dalgo in a day of a night. And she kept in

silence. Like if not could be to believe it. That enormous tragedy that was he took to

him. Always thought that one thing not had a relation with the other. For one side, what I had seen in the mirror was one of many of the times things strange that could have been

to be able to the city. For other, the was of the temlour. It was a phenomenon natural, something that nobody could pre-beer. But, years after, a night in

that was watching the television, passed on a movie, the messenger of the obscuritad, Motman Propheces. The traduction exact of the title original would

the prophecies of the Polilla. At the first he called the attention but he was a story invented. At the

end up he was based on actuals. In a country of the people of the people was sure about

a person that was a creature alada that was after the great tragedies.

Since my my abel started that what saw that was a garrgola

not was a cargola, nor a man extrana, but the not the man

mottman. The year past when I came to live in the city of Mexico,

the only that my abelito me said when I did you get to see it you get to

see it when you getras your things and you get us and you

do you do you even though and even even said you see that still

he does that I'm still my My abuel one one one one

one of the way to the my father a story that one has a very to be asked after a question after.

He said he and his family vivian in a place in a co-of- a car in a

car-in-of- their little and they're all the necessary. Maiz, friol,

calabasa. The life was simple and and that was that was that certain

people were not sure that was born that my abuel

said that the envy of a person mala not does

but he's without in a time. Travada and he's and he and he

he's many things so big things that very that's bad and the

people that has been the people who the people were the place where was

too was stupido vivian three women one and her two

two two two not you didn't say that people just

was that they were they were they was one of his house when in all the other there was no

there were lumbre. A-beces, at the time the way that was in the car were in things rare, piedritas

in forms rare, and litos redos in a ram, a pacharrow with the pats of marraiseras.

My abuel and his brother that were those little then, they were

they had much a lot. One of the two always always loved with a

a sonrisa rara, and I'm chlamacos, me saludan to your papa. They never never had the recad.

They'd, even if were they were good desires, that not was the good intentions. The papa

of my abuel, as soon he was very serious and he had no he was

more than for his woman. If were they were with the

people, he would be to see the the soil or the sky

but not to them. One once the woman major he called he was

he was he still before he had heard he had been a

mother and a man of a child that a old a little

that all thought that he was to move but

but no durable more more but that was another

of the other of that was that Stando there And now And so

Mom-in-N-a-its-to-comer And before to the It wascurecia He said to The kids To get a To get a

And so they They were contentous Because always They always Was there My-o- My-Buel

with her little chaparito For his age But always Peacado to him When they

When they were To get into The house They were To get back Of course, Of your Cases!

house, like if they were espanted at when they were spanned out of the two men who were and they were to get riddened a popa,

sent out of the bank, being to any side, he had the mouth open and the eyes

not the one of the other woman, one of the she was always the was always was put to

him, and he was giving in the mouth a coldo that olie a car with yerbas

"'Espern't,' "'ex'allin' "'you're almost "'termino. "'My abuelo "'that the rizue "'that's "'that's made

"'that the courage "'pudier "'than more "'than' "'that's "'as'allon's "'so' she "'he-raged

"'baghed, "'as'n't "'he'n't "'heu'n't "'heu'em-epasote, "'algo much "'dil, "'the-her manito

"'se called to the "'Polando' "'I'd "'heantan't "'heal "'Rankionionionation, reactonar and my abuel curried coast-abado to to look at her mother in the house of the

Tia, between the aliento of remedies and the rumor of the vicinus, he got to the hand her

the old old the old her mother, and he said he said that not to get with those women,

that was that would be to do that even as two. Even the the Tia inferman with the

deters, to the other the other the same it was They found the papa with a fever very high,

ardi- No, he was born, no respondia, in the public no there was doctor, so that the third

day that still was that was the mom decided to to look one in the carmion

of the morning. My abolito insisted to accompany to the parada

and then he went to back to the car

when his her manito was was just about he said that his papa

he had been left and he had gone without without saying he not like

she not he was that he he was he was he was he he was

he he was he was to where he

asked my abel and his his brother he

his his his house to the house the man

my abel rode the mude on the and she sent the body

and he he saw at the way to be at the way to his papa subian the vera

like he was even he were in the way to look at the house he got to that

and someone he opened the door and he but no he was like

the door was over only my abel he got two

respirations tired took the the door with the point

then the then the one the and nothing. The brother's

had gone to the little bit of to be my old was my abel

when they came out of the tia and and two policies with machete

and pistol and they were the house the court the

the kitchen the tapank they opened a ball

and they they're they met the the hand

the front of the and no had nobody. My abuelo was a foe on the fogon.

There wereas tithes, a plato bolted with rest of cald. The camera had the sabana rugged

like if someone was to be there hours after when the

mother when the mother saw to find to find to her

the way he was he said to he did it past. And

subied on the house in the hill. The mom no was he was a door,

he got to quiet there the doctor so moved behind. The tia

took to the mouth. My abuel went to enter the

house was but not wasia like before when

when someone out no it wasia in the wasia, of other

mud. Adentro there was a load of the end of the arrains in the marcos.

The same marcos, the same pardes, but like if had much time

abandonedas. No, there was a fogon, no had a camera. After the

piece crugia distinct. The wind moved a o'clock for the

soil, and my abuel that the The more was not to find a his papa, but to not have been

there was a place where there was like it a moment to be not only those

women, but their rastro, were the tons interos between barrancas

and verandas. The police passed to promise to

only encogers to on when the mother to my voh to

ask, some some of other preferier not to talk. The mom of my abuelo so

his rebosso-negru. One that no, he never to to get to be to that house in the serro. When my abuelito termed to tell me, he

kept in he said that never they never to see a father, nor the three women, that the

house of if one asked, they said they said that they'd say, but nobody

knows well know well know exactly in where it's, they were They were not even with the pass of the years. If they were given with a cold, my

apa, said at the final, like who repite something that doesn't. And then just he said to give her another tass of coffee, without time

to ask me time to ask anything. I don't want to ask anything. He never to talk the theme. And I know

that this is a story of terror and that time is very very sad, but that time when me it

he was of the most present in my memory of my abuel, that in peace, I was cance. My abuel, when I was a young, he worked for a time as well in the panteon of his people. It was a job that he would like to presume, and, of actually,

only he only was mentioned about, as if it were something that prefer to have interrado, like the defunters of there. The panteon was at the afueras, where terminated the last the same a quay of casas, and the matter of the

and the silence. It was a place simple. Some tumbles of the land of the

water, others with lupids of canterer, cruises of year, flowers of plastic that

they had not had color. During the day, it was the people, but the

night, when they were the time, the silence was sentia different, aturdia,

as the silences, the pantheon. He said that they were all for the time

in that the people even because never was a employee formal. It was

for the day of the year of the time, and it was there were

and it's that they would be to get a tomb, to get to the time very durus.

And there people without fear to do things so that my abel of

a great in the little casita of the bellator just to the

entry. He'd a lamparita of petrolio, a machete, a silvato. That's all. And

never never passed nothing out of the common until a night of the

day. He said that was recosted, owing how the water had the

back, when I heard and I know those, and at the

mojada, Lentos, Arrastraud. But then those He was again, more

closer. He went He gotro the lampar and he saw it. In the middle

of the light of the silhouette of a man, and he was encorvated

cargand a costal in the back. The costal was moved

a little like if into he was a

something. My Abol thought that was a ladron,

someone who had entered to rob flowers or an offender. He said, but the man continued

coming down right, like if no it was in the then he was the crues and

the lapidas. The man even came out of that my well, we know with a clarity, that the one of the costal, with every movement. The man he was just

no effort he put in the fosca. Then he started to cover it with the moment.

My abuel sent a scalofrillo and I would have a instant

the man he went to the head and even the lampar only almost

alumrava and he was that he was that he was a

front of was palid without expression like a mask of what one

one one of the one of the did he's he was a little bit of the lamp of the

simply simply said he went to the policeia he was he got and they

got to go back to go back to get to the arm of the police and a

lantern more further they entered to the pantheon and they

went to the the earth was intact a A pair, covered

of the jubia, and there no way there's no way there's that there

was a that I'm that I'm really saw that they're around, they've

looked but no there was nothing just the water and the

water that's the police had been nojado he said he'd get to

done that he's he's never thought that was a I said that still

I remember the sound of the body that's the house. That night he never to go to

get to get to sit down, machete in man, until that it was after that

after that time. Never he said exactly because he was he'd

be a verygues to accept it, but was for what that

that night for that vision of a man carrying a body under

the jubia. When it was kept quiet at final. Always,

like if he would be a lot of a little but nobody was because

if what he was a ladron, nor a then then the only that was to

think that he had seen someone that had been to that

the repetition eternal phantasmal of a success terrible. Thank

for to continue for here, community, for having yet yet yet this point. Recurrecting that the spectators casuals not get to here. Only those that are of the community or those who are not they're listening for first

if here, just here, they're done into that they're been found their tribe. I want to approach this theme, the of the abuelos, to help us to

askers to those to us, to ask us to ask us to ask us, to ask us to-nors- or not, but well, if you have the suites

that, that they're good stories are the phantasmas, of bruchas of duendez and they're

them to us. Dens the opportunity to leave us to be the posterity of the

life for ever. Recurred that the night is more great than

I, is more great than we we're that we don't not

we're but other generations in some moment they're

to find with our histories, with your histories and a

through them continue existient. We're going to our own and those places that were that

visited, the people that were the people who were the people. Not all we have

that opportunity because, for example, we started this episode with a story in a

town of Michoacan and I am a place of Michoacan in

essence my my papa was in a place where Wirambah

that me gave to to tell some stories, but to my abuel, only I saw one one of my life, by there's

near in Patscuaro, and I always felted that I felted many many stories for so that you have the opportunity, Tomenla,

and to all the Rheyes of Wiramba, Michoacan, well, a salute because surely we're family. Continuamus

with a story more this night. My abuel told that when was a young lived for a time with

one of his tias in a house of Dova in the sierra. It was a little but grand, roaded of

arboles and parcels of sierra. He had gallinas, a burr, a whart little

in the patio, almost in line between the house and the baignito with a tachech of a mina,

there was a poe. That poe for all, to all the water, to laver the water,

even to take the water to baner the animals. But my abuel he caused

a inquietude that not I saw be to be a little too profound, too

too too too too. Even if not had a fun. Although the

sun was in the most one was and just sawmable and just a little

no there was a without a water without to him to him

to be to the night. If for some reason had to

go a the mind with the look in alt and

I'm For so, I prefer to want to be able to want to be the first one of the

night of when the patio was too was a whole of getting a lamp around,

and the first time that was a night of the night of when the patio

was too when the patio was too he had kept deepired and with a

lampra of the light of the Around the midnight o'clock o'clock

o'clock at the first he had been a dream a truce of a canceo but the

voice was made more clear he said that in the instant so he he said

that he was it was was the of her mother that had had been

died five years after the heart he was the

heart he went to step and he's He was circled the ventana. Offer, not so moved to nothing, nor the arbores.

And then I began to hear her. More firm. More close. And a dud. It was the voice of her mother, the same intonation. The same form of call her.

That night, not so he tried to look at, he read, until that it cameo it. But, at then, then,

after the night at the same hour, the voice regressa. Always out of the pozo. Always with

the same called. Passed some the fear was mixed

with the curiosity with a necessity impossible to explain to explain. Until

that one did not a day opened the window the

door in the door to the back to her was

a woman had put the the same vestido that his mother used in the

only that he recorded with a clear it also the with the and the

black blue with flowers blanks only that was he was a

paced to the like if was a a lot of a like it's

a She was made her. My abuela The door was sure that the Trank was put her in the door. Curried to the camera and she taped the car with the cobiha. Contable that even the odor of humidity

was met in the room. Like if someone had had subied the water of the Pozo and simply it would have been to beckyado there.

Since then, the voice not was just only from that in the house. Every night was heard

out of out. Every night was to be more closer. first in the patio, around the pozo,

then in the passillo, like if the woman had gone and came around the house.

My abel learned to never to answer, to start the eyes, to get her to make the

dormida, although to hear the call one and other once. After

that one night the heard just in the door, the voice not

I was. Ordenable. Adenial. Accompan me. Oh, bring me. And then he waschid in the

security. The gulpe soaps of someone probing to the serratura. And the fear

gritts like never before he had he and he had a

mother made to mad humor thinking that were

they're past but when he went to the door

the noho disappeared. Also, also, she assured that the door was sure to have seen

with the room, the room, the costed, the cobigh, and then she recosted

with her. She kept together all the night. Time after, much

time after, she, she, he said, to my woman that

that night had seen something, something and not precisely the

same than she, that In the orilla of the patio I'll castingir something impossible. A figure in foot,

a little hidden in front a smear, a body a little of the earth, destido with arapos,

mojados, and in the other a rostro, a quasi calaver mojada, that giro

to see her at least to goer to the posto. The creature so ranso as into

as the water, like if the obscurity he had tragated. A

the morning the next a subrino he and a covene to have

a covety to have no nothing more that's a little that's but

even the time the t'a manned to the post he

preferred to get to get to get to get to hear to

see to see to the woman that she was

she wanted to Sobrina. The years passed. My abuela

grew, she castes, and he grew up, and the mother's left her and the

family was to the parent she took to use them. Much time after

when that father died, the children did you put the

name of the name, but they found that the only her

was my abel. So she had to have to her and

so it was how he regressor. So, so we we know

that we're we're I'm remember very the first time that I'm in the house of

the house of the entire of the roof had been down the patio

was covered of the white and in the center covered

only just just just the table and I'm

the pos but abired in use my My papa renovated, he left

very beautiful and he left the pozo there. My aboela reparted the tiers of sierra between the parents that most they needed, those who had been worked for years. But that house, that me left

to me. And even he didn't talk of what happened, until his few days I repeated the

same advertency to all the family. If one, after that me moira, me o'clock

of the no-oce from the pozo? No, I'm. I'm just I'm going to be I. And so, we'll end this episode special, dedicated to our abelos and abelas, to those voices that, that of one or other form

are still in company, a few to tell us a story at a color of a coffee, and a sometimes, to talk us from the obscurity of a pozo, from a house abandoned in the serro, or

from a panteon under the jubia. I want to you think about your own your own your own abuela. Tal-

best you don't they're not they're not quite but I'm sure that in

some moment they're a story to tell and those stories those

memories are the are the those that we are those we're

we're we're that we're that the fear that we're

we're we're we're we're the stories of the abuel

still because we those we're we're we we keep repeating

his words, his advice, his advice, so one once if you

still you have the fortune to have them, and listen those.

And if you know, remember that you keep you know, they're

still again. We'll hear the next time, community for

now, apen the LUS, intent in and remember, there are voices that call the night, but not always

are what are they after they're after night. No, I am I. I'm

I'm I'm going to be I.