Relatos de la Noche - Relatos de Horror Navideños

Episode Date: December 28, 2025

En este episodio especial de Relatos de la Noche, reunimos historias reales que ocurrieron durante una de las épocas que, en teoría, debería ser la más tranquila del año: la Navidad. Relatos enviados por la comunidad, donde las reuniones familiares, los viajes por carretera, las casas de los abuelos y las noches en silencio se ven interrumpidas por algo que no encaja, algo que no debería estar ahí… pero está. Son historias donde los muertos parecen no entender que ya no les toca volver, donde los recuerdos familiares no coinciden y se fragmentan con el paso del tiempo, donde figuras extrañas cruzan carreteras solitarias y donde, en medio de la madrugada, alguien —o algo— se mueve cerca mientras todos duermen. Porque no todas las Navidades son iguales. Algunas dejan regalos. Otras dejan preguntas. Y hay unas cuantas que dejan marcas que nadie vuelve a mencionar. Apaga la luz, ponte cómodo y acompáñanos. Porque incluso en estas fechas… el terror también encuentra la forma de sentarse a la mesa. — 📖 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/64600265  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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area of the area it was a little like when a retone

rasca something little little almost calli calli and

I was and I saw me down he was doing he not

was the the dund of the dunde of madera

not was where I had I have left. Very good good community

RDLN. I hope to all heart that has passed very to get

a good and we going to continue with a new night

because we we've we've we've some of the time of

these decences most impactants that have recently I'm

I'm I'm can come to family very and if

not that these relato be your company, be your family for today.

Recurred that we're going to be able to you. So it's time to get to

get to these little because we're we, we are we are

so we're even in these we we're we're we're

you know you know the night I'm many

many years listening relats of the night. And never I never thought to write

but this history has been my head now that's my time. My Tio Raul

was in October. It was a little a new infartive while I had to

his house. I had a 50 years and although not very

very very always was present in the reunions family

that that decided not cancelar my my The boy insisted that there had to join us as always,

although the environment, clear, not was the same. Nobody had many wanted to celebrate, but even as we arm us the dinner, the arbour, the regalos. I remember very well

that since we came to the house, there was a little, but nobody he was to say in voice Alta. The first detail was a chamarra.

The chamarrah of my tian was called at the door of visitas, a chamarra a little bit of a mesquilla, that always a cigar and a perfume, that he always left there when he'd

when he'd. My mom asked who had got out of the closet, and my abuela said that nobody. We thought that someone had put there by

custom or as a menager, as I don't we did more importance. During the dinner, while we were

sitting around the table, someone took the thing of my my tio. It was inevitable. My He said that was rare that he was for the first year without him.

And my abuela, without thinking, he responded. Your Tewa, so we know. All we all we kept us callied. She still eating as nothing, and then he said that had passed on the morning, that she sent her a rata, that she asked her if we'd all of the dinner and that then she went. My mom said that she said that not bromey with that. My aboel up her head a mirada and said something that we know how to contest.

No I'm not being as always. Nobody quissue to continue the conversation. We changed the theme in how we could. That night and the time, it was to do not be in the room where I'd get to him. No I'd like it, but no other option. I'd start at the 4 o'clock in the morning for a room in the room. Passes,

many lentos like those of someone can't get quiet, I was listening, and then I heard clearly his voice. He was talking with someone out there

simply, conversing and I would have recognized that voice in where it and for the I was that I was

emitio a moorto. At the morning the next the chamara I was not after the

door and my My abuela, my my abuela, my wailer, never said never said

that that's nobody did, I never knew that was that was out of

my bedation that night and that not even with that

was that was that was that of my old but

so I know that he he did that I

don't many some From the first episode, I felt that this space was just to tell to something that never has been able to forget in the family. What I'm going to narrate occurred when I was a adolescent. During a new night of my house of my abuelos, in Sonora. We live in Los Angeles, California,

but every December, without, we'll have to Mexico to pass some days with the family. It was a tradition. The house of my abuelo always was the place the place of the years. Same patio, the same meables, the same olders, and almost always also the same decorations Navideas. For that year, since we entered,

we noticed something different. There were many adorners new. My abuela always was to guard the decorations all the life, spheres antigua, figures of barrow, nasciments incomplete, Luses of the years that sometimes didn't even. But that Navidata had things different. Adornes of style, still had more mixed, colors that

not combined between us, figures that not were seen to have the same age, origin, and time. But, you know, even if, my mother had that talent of rare to make that all final. The house still seemedinginges very accocerer. When we asked us for the decorations new, no, he said that

had been many of the antivues and that had been about

other through Facebook with the marketplace. Coses Usas badat

but beautiful, and even with her. No, we

did much importance. My mom no was to buy to buy my

mother but was that was a pleasure to she

to find things that was that A house of Sonora, my brother and I we were in the same quarter.

It was a little bitation simple, with a litter of metal, I'm up and the above, and the above, always. And that night, when we're not just something that was there, and then, in the tocadour just front of the camera of my brother, there was a figure of the madera. No, it was a little, than a term,

talled in a man, had a brazos, the a body short, a body rigid, and a car that not should have described well. No, it was a if for some reason had decided to put it exactly there. We just, we just a lot and then the madrugat me a sound. I was from the bottom of the bottom of the litter. It was a little like when a raton rasca something,

small, little bit, and I moved a little, incommod, but I thought that my brother moving or maybe some animal out of out. Simply me I'd do not so much time

it was to after that I've got a gritty the gritty of my brother, a gritty

a try to try to call to but full of fear. I

I was immediately and I went and he chow a little bit in the camera

he said he he said almost without that that something

he had to he he had I the foot,

small but clear, and not are like some of the normal. Of the really, it was a mordid. I was just a calm.

I said that was a little that was a imagination, that was a thought I was soigning and I thought the

talker. The figure of the madera not was there and I no I didn't say anything fear. Then I saw the new.

Serca of the ventana in the floor, recarragada against the wall. No, it was to have been caught. It was still like if someone had left there. My brother, in three solyos me said that, he had

seen clearly that something to be to be a camera, that he waspired when he felt a lot, that he grew to see that the feet of the

camera, and I didn't keep to hear I was going to hear it. I said that, I'd have been a pasadilla. When I

went to take the figure and I'd to go to the figure and he was in the talkator. I don't

want to I thought it I'd be in the same place, it would be in a bad a bad

a bad and the rest of that night, for that I don't know I,

in the morning I told all my moma. Me said that no thought in things

Rars but even so she me He suggested to talk with my abuela, to ask her where had come to that figure,

to who had come to? And when we asked, my abuela froncio,

the seigne, what figure, what duend? He said, and we explained, we described the muneke

of the mother, the door, in the court. She neged with the head,

he said that no had put any decoration in that that she was the room, that she was

that she was about moving things there, because she knew that we'd be able to have many things. And we went to review and not was in the

talker, nor the window, nor in any rinkon of the house, nothing.

But at moving an armario big of that room, we found we we got in silence, without what

to say. Detray, in the walled, there was a old. No, it was a recent.

The madera around was desgastated, like if something had been had been

had been out of there during much time. No, had the

form limpure made of a way, it was a simple

damage superficial. My abuela said that certainly were

ratas, but I never had seen a noyo of rat

and that In the night, nobody wanted to mention the theme. My

brother never never used to talk about the morty but

during the rest of the stances I'm to do do with the

light and almost with my papas. I also

I didn't not more I didn't ask to ask

and I wanted I and I don't only even

even the time the next I I just the house of my abuelos

to pass some days with them. The quarter was different. They had changed

many things. The littered not was there. But the armario so.

The loo had been been been improvised. I know because I've

had made of other color, mal-each never knew that was that

figure. From where it's where it's was. Never

to see her. Thanks for having us to come to come to these and thank for confiating

to us to continue your stories. We're we're we're we're

to ask us to give us to tell us this podcast in these days, in this time of

Sembrina. Digganus how they did in company of your family

during a reunion family maybe, you'll comment that it's comment that it's very, very, very, very, very beautiful for us, let's.

Without more preambulos, we're going with more relato this night. What, community? Felice Navidat. This was

when I had like 12 years, but we're still talking to today because no one coincide

in what occurred really. And I know, I know that sound a rar but

permit me to explain me to know a new naviad. We're in house of my papas. Nothing special.

Cena, music, a platica, much platticas. My Tio Toney was telling an anecdote of when we were

kids. In some moment my mom came out, he said that someone came to

and left the conversation to medias. It was to the street where was a second

and then he was he was he said. I'm My time When I Reckorce,

my Tew I don't about about the same he had had

been said to the nothing very very very call

and that when we about that after after

my her said my she never he never

heard that never said my mom Tony had another version

And the That's that night Passed Passed Things that We're But different My primro,

My Primo, For example, Asegues That my Tio said In some The They said

In the Naviidad In that Nobody Nobody could Dorms In total The

My Prima My Prima said That my Mamm That's But I

don't I'm That part I'm a man What I remember is that I'm a kid that I'm

a car when I'm and that someone had assassinated near the night

it's a that's a rare that for a moment when me said that never

they said I felt that was a a a that was

something that was something that He also, he also, he gave to my memory. But, that was the new existed. They were

assassinated very nearer. But my mom said that never have never that's much that no mention that time, and that that night my tio he was in silence

almost all the time. My papa, that not was really with us there, cures that my my tio, that he saw do

do turn about about only and the only in what we we're

in what was in what was the next the lights the

light and it was a not a barasion of

voltage because all the other was always normal

but the foquitos tron and then they were

they they were and My abuela, she put nervous and we noticed that he was raised in voice-bara. My Tiotoni he was up to open.

He said that he was and from that every time we try to remember exactly what did he was before he was before he was because

nobody has the same record. No, is that we can't put us to a quarter. Every one he knows different. Ayes after

my auntie took an accident and he was it's... ...all. ...wecoulders much still, between

everyone. No, not can have emotions very because it they're very

so... ...and we've been to mention that Navidate it put very

bad. Yeah we'll forget that's better. If can,

in these features, I'm to recommend something. Intenten record a

A new, a new, a year new, of a year in particular. Because, maybe you also have variations in the memory. Maybe there are records different. Realities distinct. Maybe you also have those episodes that all record different. This story occurred a few years, during a family, in a feces near to the Naviad. We were back on the road,

atravesand a zone of Sakatecas that always had been seen solitaire, oscura, and dangerous, especially at night. It was a time. The way was practically vacuio.

I remember that the environment was a tranquil, relaxed, just not distraille the sound of the car advancing and the lights illuminating

the little that could have to be the way of the Traject, something, something to the side of the carreterer. First I thought that was an animal small, but,

conform we got to distinguish better that figure, that figure that corrie in two-pathas. It was a very stature, no more high than a little little, he had a little, he had to be a sombrero

alt and quadrador, boots punti-agudas, and vestiment of the What was the more impact was the form that was moved. When he began to gore, his arms were moving from the way very marked, as well as his little feet, as if not it was plasers of form natural. No, it was like any person, like any animal that I

could know it. We all weptuble silence. We saw, but nobody said nothing in that moment, even it was evident that there was something something the figure crossed rapidly and

was to the obscurity of the way without we exactly we're exactly we're

we're going saying without any during various minutes nobody wanted to

say the first in comment what we've seen in accept that we have been we've seen

but we're we've we've presenti the more a little more a little more

a retrovisor, I'd notice to something that I'd just quite inquietto. At the orilla of the road, where moments before had been a partied the figure, it was to be a little cubo, with a light brilliant in form of a cross.

No, we stopped us. Continuamos the way to get to our destiny. But, during the rest of the trajectory, the ambient was a very dense. Nobody believed to mention what occurred

that night. Until the day of today, when I record that the voyage, I still without to tell us what we were what we

saw what we saw, that was something that was something that was something that we

was across on the moment in the moment in the that we're we're

for casuality for pure casuality this That happened when I was a little but I remember with a clarity that me incommoda.

Not because it has been especially spectacular, but because it was silencioso and because nobody more listened like I. It was a Naviad and we were in the house of our family, in a little, a little, one with houses, with patios, still very, very grand, where the terrains of the terrain of the back still not are not

well delimitadoes, with withes planted to who's many, know what's years, crescent

without the during the day the patio, not had nothing of the

rarced, earth troncos torsidos torsid but the night,

the night the night the the world were different not not the

one of one of one and were just only only

a matter and a as if the the front of the patio not had a fin.

I dormed in a quarter that was direct that patio. The ventana was just front of the arborles.

After the the scene night night all the little bit more talking, talking coffee and ponche

and then one by one they were going to to be to be the house was in

silence, with that silence rarro of madrugated when there no no

A noise of television and voices lexanas. I don't know what was when I was when I wasperted. When the first that I was a crudied, no very, and a sec, it was a sound, lento, irregular, like of someone caminanded around the ramas. But no had the rhythm normal of a caminata.

There pauses large between a sound and another, like if that's that moved as it had to be to think in every path, I was in the camera and looked at the ventana. Between the arbores, it was a movement. No, no, the silhouet clarer. It was more than something that was to be it, that wasplasable in the obscurity, impuging rams,

doblandolas, that for moments was pretty high, and in others it was too bad, like if it was encorbered, Then, then I heard something that not seemed to the sound of the ramas. A crudito distinct. More close.

More cercano. Like, the muscles cruginginged at moving. Not only a tronid, it was a series of little crudges, one after another,

like if something were coming with the body doblated, forced, accommodating with every path. and that was what

more fear me because I thought that something was going not going normal

or right because that was to advance encorbed very horovado almost arastrand

under the arborers every that the ramas sonaban and then that's

another a little more more more as his own your own

the proper protested at I Kise convince me that was an animal. A perro grand, or, or, or,

or, maybe a borrach of the people. Someone who got into but, then, so it was a

rarro. That's what was to not out of patio. Camin'd in circles, always

between the most arboles. No, he was to get a car, and

he was all over all the place was the only place were the only Where I could have turned, the

Prontas he detu-the-court, the sound of the ram ceased, the crudier of the wos also. I felt something very clear in the pecho, the sensation of that, that something that something was, that was the obscura,

no I saw the eyes, no, I saw that, but I was that was looking to me, to the house, to my ventana, and I kept quiet Very quiet.

Passed several seconds. Maybe minutes. I don't know. From the patio, I've heard a voice. Posa. It was heard as close of the soil. A menace was a question

very tranquil, almost quite do you know, and there was when rexonel. I went to the cell down the window and me met me down of the camera,

temland. From there just I could have a bit of the the wall and the part the back of the window.

I heard how something was moved to move to the house. Now, now I'm

a way to the house. The clugito of the ramas was replaced

by another sound for something and to be the

earth and every few seconds is the sound

so that of the way to come to

move to that that was No, I heard that to touch the vidro. No, I heard a respiration Firted, and nothing.

Solo sent me her presence. There, quiet. And I heard how then I again to talk. More close to me. Dormista.

Ipe in the book with the hands to not to do not make any noise. After that I don't remember in what moment

me doormy. Only I just said that I was just the sun entering by the ventana, with the room normal of the house, and I never to tell anybody what happened. With the years, I'd have that house a few times.

The patio stilled there, the arboles, too. But never again to somers tomming at night. For suppose that no. Today, I've had adulted, I've seen know that was that. No, I can't say that

was something supernatural, with certainty. I just know that even when I'm I'm going to be there and that I'm that's going to come in the obscurity, something in corbado, cruginginging with the wetsuettos

and I'm just I'm adorned.