Relatos de la Noche - Relatos Macabros para ir a DORMIR vol. 2

Episode Date: June 21, 2024

En el episodio de hoy, tenemos relatos impresionantes. Escucharemos la experiencia de un nuevo escucha que se animó a compartir lo que vivió su papá cuando era soldado, enfrentándose a lo inexplicable en una misión nocturna. También tendremos la historia de alguien que heredó una casa en un lugar apartado, solo para descubrir que estaba siendo acechado por algo muy… muy extraño.Estas historias nos recuerdan que lo sobrenatural puede aparecer en cualquier momento y en cualquier lugar, que está más cerca de nosotros de lo que creemos y que siempre es más aterrador cuando se vive en carne propia. Así que, acomódense, apaguen las luces, y prepárense para otra noche llena de misterio y terror aquí, en Relatos de la Noche.¿Te atreves a 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.

Hello, how are you're. Very good nights to all, and welcome and welcome to a new episode of Relatos of the Night. It's a pleasure to have here to our great community

that grows every day more, the most community of all internet. As you know, every episode for here is very special because we're

the privilege to narrar the stories that you're about us and you're those experiences that they're thinking,

and at times without being to be able to be able to dream. In the episode of today, we have relatoes impressionate. We'll hear about experience of a new that he's anima when he was a soldier,

enfrenting to the inexplicable in a mission nocturna. Also, we'll have the history of someone that erred a house in a place aparted, just to discover that was being aseched by something very, very strange.

These stories not record that the supernatural can appear in any moment, in any place, that is more more close

of us, and that is more aterrador when it's in the life in the right, when finally

we're protagonists. So, comemotsen the lights, and prepareens for another night

full of mystery and terror here in relato of the night. When

my abulito, Ipen as he was I was recordable. No, we've had been contact in years.

I was surprised when me advised that I had had left a house

in the delegation Milpa Alta, a area in many

parts rural of the city of the fact was

in a bad moment economic and even I'm much

a idea to move to a area to

so dis that not many many options. So,

I'm The house was modest, with a fachada and a techo of texed rogues, a little a little bit of her enchanto. It was arounded of arboles and plantes silvestres, with an enormous camp for patio tracerro. That was what most me liked. The streets in that zone were in tranquillas and empedradas, with casas dispersed and an atmosphere that seemed to be sacada of other epoch.

At first, all of all the first thing, it was normal. even I was a cougedor but from the first night I've seen to hear

something they're on the techo like if an animal grand was coming

on another other I could think that could be mapaches

or some other other animal noctur typical of the

area not I did much important that that that

we do we we don't we're we we're that

something However, with the Pass of the Nights I started a patron The passad of Thefts were And then

Pissad's And then I'd hear a noise in the patio Trasero One night Decidid to discover

that it was I summed by the window That was directly to Thato What I

What I I I just simply Elado A figure Enorme Aal

something that was a mixture of a perro, it was a manned

for the campioning in two patas. The light of the moon illuminable

his silhouette, reveling a species of dark, peluda, but of the hair

very short, brasos and that were very very fertes, and a face

grotesque with eyes and that were that were in the night.

I could be I'm I don't think I don't think what

saw my eyes. It was grotesco, aterrador. It was a little out of a pesadilla. In the morning, I wasperted

still with the heart acerated. I was born the person to front. It was a woman major, always

amable and disposed to talk to with me. Her house like my was a construction

an old and the plantes medicinal and she was she was she was she

I've what I've had or to say to me that I was imagining all, his rostro so he put very serious. Me, he said that what I had seen was a gual,

a species of a brooch who could transformers in an animal. Segun she, according what I thought, my abuel had a deuda with him, and now

I'd come to cover her. All the I'd aska that I'd pay that debt. For support that no said

to do you. The night simply were interminable. The sound of the piece of

the picture and the parisian of the patio were in a matcourer.

The becina was the she said, that would be a other

that was that she was not not know I know to be a person

to payer to a expert the the days in Milpa were

they were very with the sun The days were good, but the nights, the nights were making more long as long as, and the

MEDO CETA, and the MEDAW CENTENSO. I felt that was losing the corduera. Every time that figure had off the tetched and caminable for the camp, sent me a pressure on my pecho, a desperation that made difficult to breathe. The deuda of my abuelo, that that never knew that existed,

Now it was my and no idea of how desacermed to her One night For fin After the Semannes of

Ainsomio of terror Decid to confront me I was I was I was gonna A lantern

With a bat of baseball And a Cucillo to Cucin' I finally to the patio I was

Tembland to fear But I had to something When I when I the figure

appeared a few no, no, I tried to illuminate her completely. With the only light of the

moon, I was much, much more aterrador atynda at a few meters, and now,

without a parent of distance, I could have his eyes and light with an intensity

supernatural. Grite, grite I, I, I, I, I was trying to

moved. Only me mirabha, like if I were waiting something.

That was the last night that I'm the last I'm what I

know what was, if my grits of it's they were

or if simply decided to make in part but

the fear I know I'm I'm in the house

I never that the creature will return to

reclamar what that my abuel he devied. The nights in milpa are more

silencios now, but the silence only ament my anxiety. I live in

constant fear, knowing that that's that's not that is only,

I'm waiting, I'm would be to be to be to be to be

this new account, and I can't be in the paper to be

to be this place and to go for ever of here. A my Tia Innes not was to go out of night when we visited us in

the rancho there in a little in the Sierra of Coahuila us called the attention

that even could be able to be able to us to make the sun, she was

she was in her house to start to start all the my papa me told that

that had been all the last that he he's had been at

At least, since, since that something had passed. The peblit whose name,

almost nobody remember, was around and mesetas aridas. The climate was

cold and the sun arrasador during the day and nights free

that's in the colds in the earth was redice and polvorient

the air always always had to the the

aroma of the deser the catus and With the past of the years, many of their habitants were, buskering better opportunities in the capital

and even in the States. Yeah no there were much people. Only a few families that were resisted to abandoning their own, the old traditions. In that peoplito, they said, the casas were

their secrets, to the people that was sufficiently sensible. And my tia, Valle that it was It was

It was It was He said But in the rancher of My Tia They were particularly

Malos Aggressive Nobody said exactly how But in some My Tia

did communicate with them One day Weintas Anabom in the Comedor

of the Codian The conversation It's Desvue To be To be But most

they'd to Why my Tynes had so a night? My Papa,

with a serietad that rar a bit of he'd decide to tell us the

truth he said he many years when my my young

had found a place a man was a

kind of a particular that the place that was

a very remained removed. During the day, that clear was an offensive, only a bit of a little bit of the earth more between the pizage arid, but the night, the night the environment changed.

The air nocturned seemed tosussurrars secretes antiques, and the arboles seem to cut that place of the night the night in that the curiosity to get a precaution, my tia decided to get her a little more to investigate. What

what he found he left markada for always she the person

that is today. My Tia said that this night was

she was she was she she she said she a a little

voices that were that could move to be it

was like it was that was something that in this

moment the voices were making more more clearas

and even I couldn't understand all the words, he

understood, he was the chan- he's going to a little the day the next

he was in he was there's not a little profoundity and also objects

and things were a person that were had been there. She did know then

that those phantasas were to something that was there was a little something that had been

been done with them and that they had that nobody encountered the only

that was she was she was she was they were they were they're they're

they're they they're they're that they had been that all the

From then, every that the sun was put in, my tinness encirraged in his house, I'd door and

windows, and resable for that the spirits let's be in peace. He said, I could

feel his presence, asechando, and, and then I had to make a error and

would be able to get to the night. That rancho, with his paredes adobe, with his

teches to the teaches rogas, perhaps to guard the echoes of those voices. The habitations were very fresh

during the day, but completely elated in the night, and the gurgis of the madera and the outgid of the wind at the time were even more inquietant. The days were long and solaced, with the

canto of the pacharos, with the sound of the animals at the lo-lejo but the nights were an contrasts absolute, You're fulled silence, of a silence ominous and an obscurity that

seemed to be alive. Never have seen you a-as-i. That story when us he told me my papa,

us left to all the day, we've got to the customaries of my Tieness and questionarlas.

And even some members of the family were ecepticos, nobody was to go to

visit her after the nightceer. The the fear that I was real. and none of us

wanted to discover in the country the secretos that those nights of the rancho were still in after the night and after

to think it much, me to share with you, a story that me told my father. This was

he passed almost 20 years when he was a soldier. In those times, the militares

in Mexico not were so much in the war against the war as they're

on Although, as you will be a continuation, if they were labors of patrugia. The story has in the Sierra, between the states of Nayarit and

Sinaloa. My papa and a small squadron were in an operation routine when they were when they were

what was a a place to be a area. With a mountainous scarpadas and caminos that

were to lose in the nada. According to what me told to my papa, the climate was arid, seco, and very cold during

the day, with a sun that would the sun that the night, but the night, the

colds, a contrast, a contraste that seems to look to looker to the more the other

the samebrate that they were around, was around the vegetation spinosa, with a earth

rogisa and blubriient that crugia behind his boatas. It was a non-pollareras as a non-polleras

like a person who had to be for a error, it would be to get to

get to a little a little they were humilded made of madeira and tejas

with a little ventana and ports gastated for the time. At

enter in one of them they were one of food and tases of

the cups served, as if they were abandoned of a sudden. That's not rare, because the malayanties used when they'd hear when they'd say to the soldiers to get, but this time,

there was a little different. The coffee was completely free, the food, and the other, clearly they had abandoned at last the antes, probably in the madrugada. That group of soldiers received the order to guard the perimeter, While a group more

grand was nearer the area, they distributed around the sembris, each one taking position

behind a arbusts, of a rock or of a arbor, with his riffles list, with the

light, with the night it was it was rapidly, and with it was

a silence inquietante, rotto only for the sound occasional of some

of some noncturno. It was when they were they just did they were a little a little

a sensation a scalofriot recorriending to the spalda then they started the sound of something that was

a beastia an animal enormous that resoplava that was that was around the area

in the zone in that they were in the person wasatch and then the moment

just to attack the time seemed to be to the The Papa me

Heconto, with the fear incrementing to every resupplid that they heard of the soldiers, men used to

confronts to confronts to get to see with eyes with eyes with attention, of a

fear that not had experienced before, and is that nobody wanted to admit it,

but all they were really aterrardos. The obscurity was more a tense,

like if the night she-missom, he was conspiring in his contra. Finally,

the other group of soldiers came to and curiously that they appeared to be able to

get to hear that. You know couldn't see it. But, the soldiers

exaustos and with the roba covered of polvo and they

they were their own experience that also that too probably

was to the zone in the where were After they were, after hours of ascents,

for the sierra, they were given to a place for the way that had been pasted before. It was made that had been

a world in circle, which had no had been done to get to go back. Camin'er for hours more,

sentient how the desperation grew in his heart. Until that they got to know at the

same again, like if had been done a a world enormous, and in that moment, they heard, Rises, Rises.

At the beginning they were his imagination, product of the cansancy, of the stress, but the Rises were more clear as,

they were they were the Rises of two men, much parritas, that were going back on the

senderer, they were they were toparen, those Rostros Rugged, with and before malice,

they werece to beulars to becky to becky and so, they were to beaugh and they were to get to

get to get to get to the road that would be that would be found out of the soldiers they were

their way, and when came to get to the place, so they were finally, they got to

the ranchito without what had been given, the companions that they were there, Between those soldiers, the

best friend of my Papa, a little chicaneko that just about the 18 years, he said that certainly those young were guardians of the area, that surely they were

they were espanted to the narcos of the rancho for the madugada. The idea that these women were guardians

were guardians subrenatural of that the other of nervousism, but also of fear. A my papa

He tumbled When he's a voice When he's a A man A man Recio, valient To me

I'm curiosity to know That could have been So it's so a Aterrower A group of

Soldados that not Temmen to confront to the Morte every Every

that he's I can I can't see in his eyes the

MED the Dispeto to the He that's Enrent that night. And is that

sometimes, what we can't understand, is what we most us astusts. That is all of my part this time, and I hope that you have appreciated the story that my father. Thanks for to hear my relato, and for

maintain it live in this project. I've heard of the night since I've been a year, always in my work, and me relax. I want to tell you a story that me passed over a eight years. All It was a night

When I When I was When I used to I'm We always We're going to Goate for There at

And at We'd run We'd come We'd Back of a Kinder It said that In this Kinder

There said that In this kinder There were Somras Passer From the Of the house Of my Mugugugugated

At the Madrugated There We'd get them Fiancuits Orhugating Pemus Two of my

my friends and I, to go to our houses, we had to pass for that Kinder. We never had been seen and we've seen, and I've seen, or not a rarer there. But a day

I had to go to go to. That day all came to. It was three at the madrugat and my friends were to give to

a rattle and I was very late and had to return to back to back to there only, but I had more

more of my papas me were to raganar. I started to the house of my friend.

Everything seemed to be quite quite but when I came to the kinder, that only was around,

I just put a foot to the place, a little a air to be go to feel to

fear. I'm had invaded the horror when of the kind of the kinder

and where when they were the other houses, I heard that they All the rea started to

start like if they were and they're all to be able to I'm the more rapidly

I'm in the when I was trying to when I'm getting to be my kids were trying and they're

trying to calm me but I know to what they said I'm to say

I'm the day next all I'm all over the normality I

took it only like a experience like a election for not to not

to be the street, but not it was only that's

so that I'm so I'm I'm to see something something

was like I was when was only but always

I always that's that that that that the

person I'm I think that I'm many things more, but what detoned the bomb, for

say it was when I saw when I was, see, I saw that came with me the day that I went to go to the kinder. One night was I was dreaming when

of a repent I was, I could move I, only saw I'm around my court, I was found that I was

a despierto because I was the thermostat of the air deconditioned. Something made to turn to

to the right. And there was, parado, all of black. No,

I had expression in the car. Only me looked and was very

very very. I was a cry. And when I was I,

I felt like that I was I'm I'm going to my court

because me heard I but no they were nothing rare. I was

what I told what I did know that I didn't even I'm even

that they saw that they were something the mark of some big

very great like the three centimeters the marcus and

in that kinder that's so so curious in

in the kinder the areas for the children have

parts where all the entire is a rogo. I've got to go with a

woman that knows much of orations, that has a don't to be and hear and hear things of that type. When me mirro, me said that had something pegged to me, an entity that was alimented of my fear, that was eating my energy.

Me said that you not even if I'd be to be drenara for complete, until that she could be help. And that night

me rocio with water bendita, with a lot of things that I don't know-noisseau. Then I started an oration that, the

fact, I don't recognize it. Although it in Spanish, and he was the when he

did it, he said, today is your proof of faith. Today you will be to expulsar

to you. In the night, I will try to you're to be to be

to be to be to be to be to you, and you don't

you can you be to be be to be praying for you, but I need to do you make it for you myself. No, you know, you can't talk to. The only thing is to be astustart. Asustartes much.

And that is what can do that make to keep with you for always. What the said the sir, so it was reality. When they were the stress of the morning, the same hour that when I was found it for first time, me desperto a struendo. They hadvented the soles of the

kitchen Some of the Some gats mollied And I'll get And I'mujaver Things in the patio

Like if someone corriara For a eventating I'm I'm I'm

I'm Mew Mewo But I'm I'm I'm You know

You know You can't You can't You can't You can't And then I'mpea I'm

I'm I'm Every Every every Marias, the gats were the gats were to

them all over the soiled like bolves very pesed, for nothing like those that they were not,

however, every time was less nervous nervous, every time he was more confidence and

at the final I don't have had a despite of the the noise, you,

no, I don't fear. And after a all, all so so,

it was, there, was a change in the environment. I was more tranquil and, yes, I felt peace, sent a libeau, as if I had let me

a lot of a enormous cargo that I'd get over. The day next the year, I told all the thing I was all that time,

she also she also was to to restar a rosario for me. And, well, now I'm still I've never to be,

nor hear, nor hear things. But that, so, me recalco the sir, that that can't regressor if I'm afraid, if I'm

that I'm afraid, that sometimes try to be newmany and every that I'm try to, if I'm

a little, will have to have a force and every more, until that could be able to get to

control. Every every time I hear a little, I see things things

I, I'm I'm just without taking into into account. And, well, I hope you can't read my story, O'Reill. And thanks for this grand project that we have a space to tell that in any other

other side will not believe. There are people who don't know what want to believe, that no want to accept that the paranormal. Definitely exists. Thanks for continuing here, community. For continue to support to this project, and not deches

to caliphick us well, with five stars with a point out if you have noticed how we're moving the extension

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going to be doing more to be able to this year. For now it's moment to continue,

that we still a story more. This night. When my Abolito

Cumped 80 years, we did a last I'm I'm I'm

that every year in his A year was alive, we'd get him to his people, we'd get us to

visit the ruins to the house where he'd my papa never said because, and I think my abuel to

him never he never said, but one once, a me and my her mother us was

he said, I remember that we're sitting down of an arbor, at the side of the

house, my my abuel us said when he was a man he was a mano

called a not we didn't know we've ever never never had been called. And is that that's not even of my abuel had photos of a chiquita.

Nicolasse was a year minor than he was a little and he was quite that he was a manor

my abuel heard to his brother to talk to another other side of the ventana he was

he was he made the dormido but when opened the eyes he got to be two

manitas that were two manites that were they were from there, like of someone that was somed.

He was up to see a pair of figures and saw that hiddens into the arboros that rodea in the

house. His brother no he said he said that only he said he was

he did know that all the days, and it's, and it's, and it's, and it's, and it's, to see them. They were a size of a little little, of a little

three or four years, but with the cars and the hands very wrugated. They were only in

robita of mantas. They were strange and fascinating at the best. For a

moment she, he got to convince us that only I'm so he

but one night his brother Nicholas he was he said,

he was a but that he was to go back that he was going to he was going to be

he was going to he was going to be going to he was going to find to he to he was

he was he gave a back and he he made a last night my abuel he saw

out of the ventana he saw go to get to get to the biggits to his

papas that they were to get to his but you know they never

when my when my my abuel sent a more much more than he was to get to

his infancy to find that his that's that he never

he said directly all we all that all that

all a mess of nostalgia and the hope to

the never a not back this one as

he had been And, until the last of his days, my abuel mantuble had the tradition. Every year, we'll govines to those ruins, and every year, mirabing with attention

between the arbores, looking a little signal, the that was, the most minimal. Never knew if one of the otherbeck-a-beckon-beckon-beck, but what we knew was that those visits were

a pass, a pass that only the promise of a brother-perdied, he could he could be oturgar