Relatos de la Noche - Terror en el Día de las Madres (recopilación paranormal)

Episode Date: May 10, 2024

Nueve historias de inexplicables en las que las protagonistas son las madres. Algunas que nos harán sentir bien, al saber que quienes ya no están en vida siguen presentes. Otras pueden ser de las historias más tristes que hemos contado en 11 años haciendo Relatos de la Noche. Pero también hay un lado oscuro... macabro. No todas las madres son buenas, y esa conexión, esa que nos hace siempre estar unidos a ella, aún después de la muerte, no siempre es la mejor de las noticias. ¿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.

Very good nights, community. As you can see, for the title of this episode, this night we're going to dedicate this space to the communities of the community, to those who are, to the mothers of our own, and to those of those who, without the same-sor-to-sangre,

have taken to role. We're going to enter, in stories inexplicable, some that will be have sent them, as to know that who are not in life still are present, others,

as those that have recently in our group of Facebook maybe

of the stories more that we've told in 11 years doing

and the night but but also there's a dark

macabro not not all those are good and that connection that

that we make that we're always to even after after

the after the not always the not the notis

we let's that of history go discovering you themselves

of the kind of the type of encounter of the time. We're invite

to to get the light and you're you're you're in

the the night my mom was assassinated when I had ten

years when a little only the people that

they were they did their they're there there is

there so the rio. If we we found was because my abuela, in his desperation,

after the after she was without a only one little a piece, it was with a lady the letter.

This she gave all the details to her and it described perfectly to

that the place to us. Lejos to all. After they were to look to

my family and yeah, they were there's after the years looking.

Finally we We found the body of my mom. Ayes I was a person who not were of here my city. He came out of

and he went to live with me. Entro to a work to a mine and to get to pass just to

the place where they had encountered a mother. That I never said. It was a record very

no, of my family that not we'd get toopalvary. Not those details. I only

only had told that she I was when I was little when I was She was a little bit. He was told to something,

Pondon to the road, with much pain and with much fear with his daughters. No, she tried to deteners and that was to beckonable much. Then I asked me that describier. Conform

it was doing, the soul. Describue with that my mother, with the

same robes that he had been that the last I had been a

to get to get to to be to be a that a that's it's a

matter. It's a matter, but I know for back, for to be

to return to return to their three little. My history commenced in a carterterer between Medellin

and Calas in Colombia, just out of this last this one. I lived my mom. I lived only

with my father in Medellin, but we were going to visit her two times at a month.

And I was all the days of the time, but for the infirmate

to my mother me made to do you remember one we went

to be the carito of my Papa, so calent, a penance at the carreterer, nearer the

course, and I was trying to be the radiator, I saw it for entertainer me, I was going to

the arboles. Me said that no me alhara, and so I did, but it

there was there to the little a little a man being me, I was a vestida

of a black, he had covered his head with a be able, and

only had just had his car and I I was a I was a tearnately

her position was strange was a was just with his hands in the my my papa

me when finally the car was enough to keep to keep the

and I I'm I I'm I'm that she I'm

that she after that after in the way in the front of my

bed in medell in medell with that same a smile

Tierra. Then I the night the next. And the next and the next and the next.

After that a time after a night made up a night, he got to a minute

to go to my court and me asked to he said, he said

that he was we're going to go. We went then to

to get to a house to that you know that you

know with the time that that night he he's he went

to my invitation, she saw that woman of a negro with the man's in the pecho, with a

smile that at those hours, in that vision, result was simply macabra. When I grew, I

knew what was what had occurred, at least the theories that did my father and my

abuel, who were they're all the nights that that that was all over, they were

a phantasm that's in that that she was her son his children in an accident and that he regressor every night the same place, after the day of his death, and that even

after the more, still going to all the nights. That is what is what she said of that woman, for the zone, and

for some reason that day she was going to go to us my mother. My abuela always me said that

he would be to give her for that a smile of ternoor, because what that that woman desired was to get me with her. What she said also, that's the day of today,

still appearing in those first curbs at the start of caldas, to the carreterra, that even today you can't see her if you put attention, between the arboles. I'm sure that

you're enjoying to this episode, community, that these first stories have been of their graded, and a continuation I want to

let me She's Sophia Angel's that, as you will be that's

not a phenomenon paranormal, but we're a dream recurrente terrible

that was that was that but that today

now it cobra other significant I I thank you

I'm thank you thank so what we do you do you do

not the other is the other is a another but it's the

The terror, maybe, is the sentiment that us provoke to know that only we're going to be able to this world. Enviot this story that not is based on an experience paranormal as well, but in an horrible

dream recurrent during my infancy, that I'm currently I'm am a message of other plan, because it was a strange impact on my life. When I was a

little seven, or maybe the eight years of age, I used to have many pastadillas or terrors nocturns, as if they know in other countries. The question is that in this time I lived in the department that

was the first home of my family, and of that I can conserve records hermoses, although this not necessarily one of them. Dicest, they're not even those dreams, and, over all the besadillas, are the manifestation of sentiments like the angustia, the anxiety, the fear, and maybe it's for this ultimate that I record with all detail of the next a It was in the years 90, and I was in the passillo of the department

convivying with my primos. In that era usual that were usual that were reunions with the family and that while the adults jugs were in the comedore of the department, the nines and children tomarms the passio, and some of the quarters

like our space of games. In that time, I used day and night with some little figures of plastic that were like babies with banyards of colors. No-seh someone more

but this set of six mukechitos including a little a small in the I used to

see a day and night, because all it was a badidosa, a

but I remember that I was in that place in the piece of my

mooters, when I was when I went to I'm my reflex in that

the spejito recarged in a moe and after here

It would be a record a but of but of a reflection, my

rostro my rostro with rizos black palida and ogerosa I'm

always was, he began inmobile and then he launched a very very

severe sinister that evident I didn't I recognized I'm I'm

moving but my reflex no it did simply he

I was there, observantly from the mirror. My heart began latheed brusquament and still very impacted

for what I saw in the dream to to look at my mom who was in the hand of cards and ready for

the next game. I knew that was she was her her body and her rost were very

diffusos even I was I was even I not still. Mom, Mom, my

reflex. It's very rare. She kept quiet. Mom? What habitual is that my mother, the of the life real, me would have reconforted with his words

and me would have done an abrazo. But, my mom of the dream, without, I asked her to me, he said

back to the ear to the ear. With a voice provisita of emotion or another. You've been to be

your spalda. If the reflexe you'll do you can't, it'll do you.

But What? What? What I said my subconscious. Desperte gritted, gritted until my papas were to look at the

room that I'm in the roomita. Me consoled and me said that only was a dream.

A dream nothing more. But how you calms to your daughter when you say something of

that's something of that? I'm I'm going to have you the message with the

same words, you've to be your back. If the reflex you can't be

you'll you're going to you're all the way. I'm assume that my father thought that

had a little very nervous, and with a manich of the words that

not the old for his age, but that's that's probably not they

not they're not to say that never to play with that set of

mukees and I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm but

in really I don't know I know I I would

I'd tell us that I could, but that's that's

present to different times during my infancy with very little

variations and I had many more pesatiers in the I was I was

that I saw and I'm with with his feet

over with feet that was not but in the

that I'm that I had I'm I'm I

But those maybe not are part of this story. Yeah, like a

woman adult, at a little I'm not I'm could't understand

the message, and I'm intrigue the relation between that's

terrible and strange of my other you and the message of that person

that person personification my mother, that without that any kind of

I had been a It could be absurd, but that gesture kept impressed in my memory. The years passed on and this dream did have to have, Pesso.

At least I can't say to you that I'm saying to forget it. Tiempo, after, as in a species of confession, that me conceded my mom because I was already an adult and we could almost to talk to more things,

me told her that she had had with other plans, and even in these dreams, I'd get to be and talk about to move, or that they'd

a little after I'm not going to me I'm a I'm afraid to think

that I have erredated that don, that terrible sensibility. And even I don't

do not I'm not the eight to more or the 13 years. Today, I don't

have no I'm not I'm in the case of that would be my mom

now is here to be here to until the day of today in the day of my story, the

reflexe I'm can't be but I promise to her from her that's the last the

day and that nothing and nobody me will make to make a let's

hear of this I'm going to relate to us all my family but

it was my my mother in this then then

the three years occurred a day of the mother's during

a festival of those that are usually in many schools,

full of the ballables of the children for his momas. My other brother and I had

eight and nine years, and we would be our respective and how my papa

was the photography of events, I could also also, I could too,

when she met her my mom he said that we we'd because we'd

we've many things for that he would be my

little my my father said, and continued, and he was in the school transcured normal,

like any festival of the day of the mother's, but one once that we we were, and we were to my papa,

a loo'lejo taking photos, we noticed, we know that my was there was a one of the other people,

we've had been a family, then we're doing it for a moment to ask her and go to look to extradrawn,

looking something like if we did make a problem. We asked if not he had been with us

ushurtas. We said when she was going to before to be the voice of my mom

and then about the other side of the door, he said that not she was

to be to get to the she was going to go back to the house

in the her she was we're we're just at to enter to house and we we found out of

her room. We said that there was a person who was a little little, but peludo, that brinkable

to one to one of a other and that Aseyes he invited to go to him. He said that when we

came to the house, that she fom was out of the ventana. A part of then they started to

hearse things very strange in the house and the Jockets, for example, always ammenecied in places different

to where we had been to have been to have been years, the son, my son, he said to

see things precisely at his three years. He said that he was that was that night

to the night, where he had to my moma, although he not was he was

that he said that he was a man, he was a monster like the of the

the the the world, the said that. That's that'somable and that assignes. He was called

for that's for going to be. Thank you. We're going to continue more stories in this episode special, but as

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to finish this episode of the day of the Madres. My name is Erika Montarroza and I don't have a story, but my mom did she.

It was when he started when he was to knower with her mother, when he had fallen, when he had fallen, he was in a dream and he said repeatedly, tell to the gourdo that not so forget

of his pastilla, tell to the gourd that not be of your pastilla, tell to the gourd that not be your pastilla. The gordo was a

man, and he was a little bituously. My tithe was a man, And after my mom had that my mom had that the Swenoyle that the gordo

was in the hospital. She had put a bad because, precisely, had avoided to take his medications.

She had discontrolated. And, and that could be a great casuality just, but a time

after, my mom was again, to see, my mom, I had been that had been for her,

that was that was ready to go, my mom was responded, that no. that no

I wanted to let us a lamentableable that's a real really a

reality a reality a little time my mom was a

great and and many years I'm Luce Dens

my my mom yeah not with us from since the

year 2011 fell of cancer time time after there

was there was something that I felt a

the dream. Something. Something in my room. Something appeared in her. And I, my mother, paraded in the door. Immobile. Seria, very serious.

I was, fiefingly, without parpadear. In the other than to feel me I was very, fear. The terror more intense that I've experimented in the life.

Something I said that what had had front of me not only not only was my mom, but it was something, profoundly mal. I'm going to repeat in my mind, no, you not you are she,

you not are she until my words were to cross my thinking to get to the reality and as if that was what

needed, I'd to get to that the trance. The, that this entity, if it was,

he had metido with what most am I in the world, and had

meted with a I don't remember so dolorous for me. I'm a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a lot of it. Hello, community. My name is Michelle Martines and I'm of Honduras. Here the day of the mothers is celebrate the second dominoleming of May.

No important the date in that this day. My mom died in 2018. So the second sabbado of the May next, I don't put a deja to think in her. It would be the first day of the mothers and she had my side. I went to the university and I went to look

flowers to have the list for the domino. I went to a street solitary when I noticed that a man came to the other contrary. Al ver me

he cruised the and I saw in that moment that me were to start I noticed that that the type was back

something to a lot of a navagra a moment at point to enter in panic the only

that I could was to think in my mom mom, Mom, help me. No me do you

only be alone for favor. No me dege solo, I'm sure that I knew that

was up but that the guy looked to be to be a little a little

so his rostro changed to the maldada to and he went

to cross the and that that was not been a sufficient

to the the way that was my mom to be At advanced,

I don't have doubts, well, but a aroma began to accompany. The perfume that she always used. He said my

husband, that the other mom, was doing ruses very in the room in the room

when the light was was upgated. The curious is that he was he was he was

to do you to see to see to see that I knew what was going to the other

mom was I was to be always in the quarters where it was in the light

apagated that was that was he was a few and he was really a little

he was he was a sombre like a silhouette a silhou a dark

that's a lot of the house we don't know we're we're we're

but ohal in serious ohla that I I'm that I'm on

10th of May we were my mom and I in a center commercial, in the part of the Ropintern. Recurrected that I remember that while we saw some of the impression to see a little few meters of us.

It was very clear like if someone was there and I, for a reflex, I went to the view, but in reality

no had a nobody. No, we had been to anybody my imagination even though clearly it had

seen to reojo and I had seen the but then my mom so my mom so I'm a so

I said something I'm okay I'm that I'm in front parada vying us

he said I've I've seen someone to someone I mean we've impressed

much when we've seen we've seen the because because I'd

that person had a vestido a black with a point rogos

a a vestido like that with that we had enthrased my abuelita the year anterior. That have been very good nights.