Relatos de la Noche - Tres Relatos Macabros para un Día de Puente

Episode Date: September 16, 2024

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The Sombarder, Experiences extranees, I'm talking Relatos of the night, or at least, something that seems to do it, but

has a strange message behind. You'll be able to hear this episode. Goods, Community.

I'm going to these days that special. For us, the Mexicans, much a time, days of

free, days of descanso, the which I think the scenario perfect to tell us stories of

phantas, relato of encounters with the supernatural. If you enter of some

good story for normal don't in share in them to be what I'm

in these fiestas also we can we can't we can't we can't we're

we're stories for you stories of scalofientes very interesting

and supermating and different between we're we we're

we're we're we're we We'll get even a casita in the Sierra of Guerrero. So, accompany us in this

voyage. Apag us and let you get to get you you're going to in the next the next

the next. The next. Hello, the community Relatos to the night. I'm

I'm going to say that. I'm Anusuncun Paraguay. I'm I'm from

here to tell you what I passed ago a last a night that I'm

don't know I'm to understand. I hope you and the people of the community of the relato

can help me to find a question, the case it was a domino for the

madrugated. I've been to study to my friend of my friend that that's

a little from a little from run long light long

light after a long night of study I'm to

the house around the auto, a little quia color black. The way of the regress was

solitary and dark, ideal for to hear your relato. Deach you's a custom that in

this type of the way you know this night was different. I'd maneating,

sumied in his pensations, repasantly all the studied. I was going

to be listening to some to come to come to make the

intro of the night, and one of your episodes commenced on sonar in the radio. As a data, the radio of the auto not son a with a multimedia, but one of the caries with lights rogues, nothing

more, and the only connectivity that has Bluetooth. Curiously, I don't record to have selected this time the program, because, according I, the music was of a station of radio, but in that moment, no led importance.

I continued manhando, concentrated in the the road. Eventually, me distracted with the story, and I thought that I thought that was a little bit more because it was a little bit different, although, as I said, even, as I said, was very concentrated in the carreterer, that every was more sombrea, that every required more my attention to conduct.

The relato was about someone that was mannaging for a carreterra, just as I in that moment. Me called the attention when mentioned that the protagonist was driving a auto-negr. I felt identified. I still smiled by the fact. At the beginning, I was to me as a coincidence, and I still listening, but, while I advanced, the coincidences

started to be more and more precise. The character in the relato about the carretary streche and sombrea, mentioning details that were like to describe my entourno climate hour,

little details and eventually mentioned something that me made so a scaloferio said that

the conductor of the relato passed by a church with a little

just that that year to get to the house to Aito had passed

for a church that also also that there was

when I began to present much attention. I could not I could hear that what I was listening

coincidia so that my reality. Then in the story, the conductor about

of a cruces of the and how after the right, something

something that you did you described that the person felt you a presence

something, something that's he was to hear a cold intense, a

sensation of a of fear, to be near the death, just when

I came to a cruce. In my interior, I don't I was, I used a reason

logic and even I really, I was to be I'm I'm I'm

that I'm that's people that mention that they're that

I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm completely absorbed, the

lad for what I'm I was listening. Something in me me said that not should that I'm

in the relato the protagonist and he went the route but I decided to keep

a great taking a way a way and feo but me was to

the same the same the person in your story. While

I was I was going on the story continued describing as the

conductor was that How the presence in his auto was more more powerful, oppressive, until

he finally he was to get to control and strallel us. The story was made with the

sound of the shock, and the voice in the radio cuthance in a abrupt, your voice

in my radio disappeared. The auto kept in silence. My heart was my

question had to hear the story to hear but I was to see to do not even but I found my telephone for any other part I was sure

to have it had been in the auto because I'm connected to the only way to listen YouTube

in the auto but I was doing it I thought that I've been back to the ascent as I've

passed a million times so so simply me tranquillise I'm I'm the radio

yeah I was out a one more transitated with some auto-circulating. Finally I came to house.

Now, now more confused than I'm confused than I'm to go to go to the house, so I went to

goreying to the house. It was in that moment when Eugenia, my novi, she crossed with me

and me said, Nicolas, Aito you called, I'm, I'm going to be

you're getting your telephone in his house, I'm I'm paralyzed. How was possible

that I was going to hear your relato in the auto if my telephone never was with me. Until the day of today, no I know what I was that night. Any who used your voice to tell you to tell me. No. See, if it was a coincidence

that, in some form, a relato to go to a radio of here. But, even as, the coincidences were too them are too. So, so I don't see if

was that, or a premonition, or something more. For more that I don't remember if the radio

was in Bluetooth or in radio FM. In its moment, I'm I'm I'm

and that's my story. And Uriel, I'm just you know, I'm to get you to learn it,

to share the numbers, no cams the place. So, maybe to Who, who I've got me crean a little more,

at least, at least to tell it, that you confies, that you don't think that I'm so I'm sure. I'm going to understand what really

me happened that night. I want to relate to something to my papa. When he had an 24 years and the

country was much more more secure than he was he ventured in his camionette of 3.5

tonelads in the busca to have a manado bovino to begin

to the ranchito. With that audacity digned of the young of the 90, that his 20, you know, two children, casa, carro, and a lot of abilities, he went to a community

in the heart of the Sierra of Guerrero, where casa he was asking if someone he wanted to somebody he wanted to get his vackas.

In some one of the localeons he was offered a trato a attractive. The question is that had to

move to three hours of a carouserer to where had a potrero, for various heads of

of the canada. And even they were. And one once culminated the

little the man was an invitation to be a house that was a little

there in the sea in the when when they were a

kitchenita of a human as a little one one

one one a front a carina in where there should

be where predominable images of what they'd be saints. They were illustrations like of santo, but for some reason my papa not was the sameerized

with any one of them. And, and the contrary of what they'd to transmit it, they'd certain air of maldard in his mirada.

At the bottom, in the penumbra that caused the humo and the poor light that was the day,

the was there, she was she'd unusually and even sat down to his

tlequil, my father could percivil that was a woman of a great stature of a

great presence was a major, maybe in the 70 years the trance

tupied of canas large and abundant sederia to her immobile getting to

the cintura and not he had to see the hands enormous with the torties

with as catisaba the Leigh. My Papa could notar in occasions how, without immutars, that woman changed to

place, brasas, artying. So, with his own own the scene passed, tranquil,

and the woman that was received with her married, no one made any sound of the

food. If ever ever had seen the scalofrios that you can

be seen when someone you're being it's, how incoodod that

was my father. But what really he really he took of his habitual

serenity was that when she despied yeah a much a lot of the

woman for fin rompio took the hand of my father he looked to look

to his eyes his mind of emotions the the eyes those eyes those

dark and they were a order while his back

his contrary, I said amably, could keep to be able to go to

my father is a person very able socially about, a despite of the

enormous woman that he was that he was a more was a could be

to get to get to not fendar to his intuition he said that had been

a night in bel manh managing to get a person

more more sure. Dice that no passed more than from the

house of that woman when that night was in a night completely obscure

and it was in it light. At the front on the road it

was it was a light a luser parid that

subed and he was over the that that was

a a thing that that that that was

that the soil. He was he seemed to not to get to that apparition. It was exactly in the same distance. I thought that

the cansanes and the suggestion they jugged in his contra, that simply was imagining all. He got to

a point where the road was in the middle of two serros altos, and he noticed that not only was

a loose immobile, almost over it, almost over the carmionette, could perceive how they were

They were over-volving at least three balls of fire, although maybe they were at a great altitude. He asked

if they would do you do do you? He asked if, if they were to attack, why not

they'd do you? They'd do you did you affect that that'd that'd

probably prefer to see the attack direct to see it. All right a preferable

to the terrible the The incognita, the uncertainty. He commenced to tremble, he affrable,

and to get to be the way. The animals that were to inquieted to get into that

carmionette, quebramablam lastimusamely. Then he was the little value that he keptableable

the motor so apocou and that cameonet was in middle of the obscuridad, in the

middle of the silence, no I don't hear any a grillo, nor an animal nocturn. A fear paralyzant it was invadio

when clearly heard the rissas malvades that grittable that they reproached. At the instant one of the

walls of the fire impacted the part the carmionette. No could move to be able to

no, there had to give help, to not, not could go out

going to goriending. Simply revised the carmionette. They were puttons, but that

was no any guarantee. Afwering the rizas, the grits the grits stills continued

at a fear. And in his head simply was was despidient

invoked the record of her of his when they were in what

should be a year then then in the table of the

cabionette the Pronto I can't see the stamp of a virgin of

the candelaaria, the patron of the public, he was a letter to and she

said a reason to say, and the first he a little, and the other,

and other. No, know how time, he was repitending the or the

thing, the thing that's he was over, but it were at less hours, because it

was that he did that he began to the the riss and the griterio every

more far far in the sky. When all the thing simply the

little was the sun of the day to he was he was

he was the stamp and he was more more more

more than the light the day he did an

time and he saw to do to what he

had succeeded was real the the The places where it was Gullpeated

They were Yenose Tisne When he came The people more than it They were They were back Rums'Rumbos

For the Carretera where he had arrived He said That's Shera was full of

Brujas And that If she had I'd Not they'd to pardoner

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And we continue us with one story more. This night. Luriel, how are you? Good nights. My name is Aureel. I've been 28 years and you're scribes

from Peru. Has it much that I've seen your channel. For the general, I do listen while I do do you. I'm accompanied much.

I'm not. I don't know a person sceptica, but also I'm also culp I'm something that's something. I try to find an explanation, and if I don't I'm not, I accept that it can be something that's more than my comprehension. Pardon for an introduction that long, but I felt that was necessary for that that they'd understand, from what

point of view this experience, and from how postura I'm doing this I'm

since I'm have been something strange, and I have many episodes that I'm sure

I'm to share to more but I'm specifically for this.

My story occurred ago ago years when I was one

in the college and my abuelita was a Viva. The city where I

is the sierra. It's a little bit of a little that you can't crosser, but not for that's a more so much a lot. At contrary, my people is a moment bellows, over all in his atardercese. My mother was the only that me

kept up alive, and was with who I parted more time. In this then, my abuelita had moved to just some of the same case. More specifically, her house was at three quadras of the my mother was in a year. No, we've been

a woman of sierra. Of those signora is to maintain her parcell. His gallina always consigued. So, so to not apart her customs,

my mom made the effort to buy a little terrain where we built her houseita. There, my abuela had

sufficient space to create the animals that would always was a woman independent, very

not like that someone did the things for her. Sin however, the years and the age began to

pass the factura. Lentamente my abuelita, my poor abuela, was perading force in his

and so that it came, that came, almost all the time postraed in

the camera. It was there when we're we've got used daily before I'm

to go to the school. Also, he I'd like to help her to to ruggard her and then marcher her I'd like to

start a solace memories even in those circumstances in the last months before her partida me converted

her a commerer to her applicable his medicines he'd a register of his

pastillas and me and I was and it just in that moment in that time

that all commenced. A madrugada around the four of the morning, my papa me

was to be to get to work, yeah that's abogated, and some of his clients

lived in other cities. That nightropped my dream of I remember to have got

with a with a sufficiently conscientious as much to remember

all more later. My papa was to be to be when

when when I looked at the door of my room that was that was the door of the

room I'm a silhoueta a silhoueta a a silhoueta a little in the

entrance observandom me at I'm I'm I'm my

mother who I'm that I'm that time had acquired the custom my my papa

my my papa termed to give me more That was a time that morning, I asked my mom if I had accompanied my father to the door to desponding him. My mom, confunded, me said that never was up to the camera, that my papa

was just as all like all the days. It was in that moment that I was found I was observing. No, it was she. No, I'm going to be to tell you, Uriel. I thought that I was being brawereing, but, to really, me assured that no she had been up. And that was only at the principle. With the

With the past of the days That sombrero commenced to appear more and more segued. A few he'd

be it for the rabbi- of the eye, without where it was there, if I was

alone or accompanied, always was there, in the front, present. It was

a point in that his presence was a constant, permanent. A past

that only I was just to I was I was I'm saw fear.

I could perceive the pesed to the presence. In the night,

it was positioned in a corner, a side of a light of a space

that I had to see you more than the mirror, but when I

did the head the back, I was really to be really

I'm never I never I'm thinking that I

didn't that, I'm that was going to do something could have something. I don't understand what's could be their

intentions. I know not sound logical, but in that moment to my 15 years had all the

sense of the world for me and that situation was prolonged for two longs months and

I don't really how I want I but one night simply that that was

disappeared I tried to see the new, but I was new to the rabble of the house, simply

was fumated. It was strange. Even the ambient was sentia more Ligero. I was a very confused, and that sensation me dured only five minutes.

At the two of the morning, the husband of my Tio, who accompanied to my abuela every night, we called, and she called, and said that my my abuela no

desperta. That not he was a start to take his pastilla. And in that instant

I was Uriel, you know I'm all right to get to my mom me calce

the first that I got to my house of my abuelita. At the first of

my my tio was about in vulted in the and I didn't

think it went to to the room to the my abuela, in when I saw that

I didn't have been a return and I don't see a person of this

world she had had I came I'm took

a time a tibia and I felt that

was that was and he put I just

I put I I just I just and

I went I myself certified the mother and

my family no I didn't want to cry, because I sentia that if I derrumbed, my mom, I would do so well. I went to the room and I went to the garden that she had to, the garden of my abuela. I did that the wind of the mudrugated me diaries.

Of a re-o-go, I saw that by the basile of the kitchen, she moved a kind of a nebla-blank. Giroed the head and I was, It was the silhouettes of my abuela Impossible not to recognize her She detoured

He'd be a moment Like if me stuvier Mirandau And in a Parpadeo Disappereco I'm

I'm going to I'm I'm But that I'm Even before Even 13 years

after I'm No if that Entid If the Sombrero Annunciation

Annunciation just I know that since my my abuela I've never to see and I'm really, I'm community

the day in that I'm my life many thanks for having us I've heard you're to hear

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