Relatos de la Noche - Veladores comparten sus Experiencias más Aterradoras

Episode Date: September 29, 2025

Veladores. Guardias nocturnos. Este es quizás uno de sus temas absolutamente favoritos y entendemos por qué. En qué otro trabajo, en qué otro empleo estarías más expuesto a vivir una experiencia paranormal, a volverte protagonista de Relatos de la Noche… Este episodio va dedicado a todos los veladores, y a toda la gente que tiene que trabajar de noche, mientras la mayoría duermen en la supuesta seguridad de su cama. Así que prepárense, es momento. Y quédense al final porque la última historia de esta noche es probablemente de las más aterradoras del año. Cierra los ojos y permítete escuchar y dejarte llevar por los siguientes Relatos de la Noche. ¿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.

Veladers, guardias nocturns. This is, perhaps one of those things absolutely favorite, and we understand why. In what other

work, in what other employment, you'd be more exposed to to live an experience paranormal,

to be a protagonist of the night? This episode is dedicated to all the people and to have been

to work to work to know while, while the majority doormen in the supposed

security of your camera. So, prepareens because it's moment. And keepence

at final because the ultimate story of this night is probably of the

most atterator of the year. Cere the eyes and let you

hear the next the next the other the night I'm

I'm not I'm place, I'm exactly because I'm known to

I'm know that I'm not quite but I'm sure that the majority will find out to find out

that I'm think it's one of the places more and more known to the city

of Mexico and curiously also one of those that have been more embruched

to have activity paranormal that's so they're so they're people, and even

clients that's that are it's the hour to start. When I went to

work as a vigilante nocturno, I thought that all that were just stories to start to the new

you know, that if they're they're in the sameora in the manis, that's

that's that's that's so, but conform I've passed the days,

I did know that there was there there was that not was not

notmere when it was Every one had his section. My recorrived in the

stationements, subia for the passios centrales and I'm on the other

restaurantes. All this when the central was now had already when the silence

was absolute, when the only sound was the only sound was the echo of our own

the echo of our own first time I've heard I'm sure things, no, noises

fertes, and spectacular voices, nothing more, and that I don't know I'm not sensible to

the paranormal. I used a few conversations apagated, very long, like if someone

had been in the tiends obscura, sub, I, and I'd never,

I never encountered a rare, I never thought, that perhaps were in the

sound that he metia or even the echo of the people that was there

during the day, it's not possible. As you say they're in the school in the

schoolas that's because they they're their energy. But when he said to them

said that they were they were they're not more me were accustomed

to. After that one night me was a not not

never can't one of those things that even that

If there were explanations logics, I would not go to calm me. It was a month, Lune's,

I'm sure. A little after the two of the madrogada. I was I was turning my

round on the last when from from the barandale I saw movement

on the the floor. At the first I saw the silhouette

of reoho a little a little, a like, like,

a one of a hadached. Heavable on the over a lot of

over the couple of over it's very fasts, zigzagging for that

long passio front of the local serrads. My first reaction was to

think that was a ladron, not for phantas not for stories, for

protocol. So I back I running on the escalers upgated to

when when I could be security, that that so that's got her into one of the of the tiends of a rope, one of

those greats that have as caparates amplers and various entrats. When I came there,

all was all right was done or signals of having been been able abjured, alh,

I'm with my lampar to the into, all of all right, even a little

seconds more. I saw, a piece of movement or minimum, like if

something is slid there's disliked there over. Revised around.

No, there was any other way to enter there, except for the

frontals. No, had activated any alarm. To keep a

constant as we did it, I saw my my cell and I took a

door the door set up the unacted. It was part of

some more a little rarro, a photo as a problem of that all was good. Then I did the world to continue with the

recorritory. I did some passes, but, although I heard I didn't know the sensation

that something that something that I knew I, nothing. I took another photo more for security

before I left me and so I did with my rondah. At term, my turn to

the morning, at to give the report to my supervisor, I showed the photos. I told what I had seen on that piece and how he had meted to that tient. No, me creole all, or nothing,

until that he saw the photos. The first was the tienta a tienta a little, with the maniqis in their position natural, rigid, mirrored, looking at the front, vestiges with roba of the temporary.

But the second photo, although it was it was not it was he he said

he said he was he had one of the manikis had changed

in the second photo his his was a good

was looking directly to where I was there

no there form that that someone had had

not there no there no there no there

nobody nobody could have moved that manik but

there was the image. My companions. My companions me made bromas. Some said that was Photoshop, others that was sure were a game of sombras. But I was

there and I saw that was a simple sombra. That's not even would have said that. The sensation of that something

was moved there in the thing was completely real. Also, the figure that I did go running

no, I'm never, I'm going working more in this central

commercial. I heard other voices and I took other nights inquietantes, but nothing was as clear as that time, that image, that manikie that seemed to mirroar me directly in the middle of the madrogated. And, believe it, in a center

commercial, vacill, at the two or three of the morning, no, there's nothing more perturbable than the sensation to not be completely solo. My name is Nancy, I'm fan of relato of the night since more of five years.

I've heard all the episodes always I've seen at the time in the work and in the transport

and much many, much before I'm I'm I'm sure because I'm

thinking in every I'm thinking in my story I'm sure that this this not

this not doesn't see this is the that's the that has

made I'm I'm during much I've but today I want to share the more important that

lived someone of my family. It's the history that my father would be a job of a velator after many years. And even he told us various

experiences that took in that place in specific, this was the more clear, the that was the one of ever.

My papa worked as a vellator in a youngke during more a decade. For who

not are familiarized a junk is a guesuissadero of cars. Enormes patios

chasenos of cars chocados, oxidados or disarmados apilados one over others, with hundreds of

pieces of value that rependenten millions. This young in particular were in the afuars

in a area a zone a lot isolated. For the front it was

the carretera. It's can't to be the the lights of the

light of the world there. For the part later we're terracery that was extended to kilometers to the despoblado, colinas, terraces,

terrans facies, and a single casa, nothing. The night, said my papa, that to look to back,

it was like to a gojure a new the times, but if frequent, especially for atras,

because the bard was more the land less vigilant, for that my papa had various

recorried every night. There had a a quadrimoto, a older a

entire to make a entire of a lamp a lot of a lot of

a macana that was always in the cart after

the time. I know the place the hand, I know

a normal, the metal curugient for the frio

for example and when something that that night

came it was kind was it was the air

was frio and sec, especially there, in the semi-desert. Around

of the two and a mid-and-a- made to do one of those rondes routine.

I was going to the pass-sions to chatara, alumbra under the fields of cars,

verificing canded and redis, and when it the part the

back to the motor to hear there. There no nothing, none,

only the sound of the wind, lifting the water. For

some reason, he did confidence so that he's to do to do

one of the round of the round of the out of out of

and to go to go to and it. It was a

place so it was a time. And there,

in the most most of the dark, I saw something very, very

extrano. A figure coming to the way to the way of terracereria. No,

it was trying to try to try to run the foot, and was going to

the terrain of the desuasadero, like if simply was going there. But no

there. But there, and there, as I had no people, no

ranches, or rancheries, or tiendas. It was a way to not get to any other. At the

first he could be someone perished, some a barrage that had had been

out of the carreter and taken the vera equivocal, so he was

the lamp and no enfocco. It was a man a man delgado, sucio,

I was a discalso. The rope was so deteriorated that the pantalone that the

the soil, occulting for complete the feet. The camisa had like if he was made a great, or as if the body below had consumed. The hands he'd clasied to the sides, exagerately dergated, dergadas, almost in the wessos. And the most inquietante, no reactiona to the light.

My papa, he, he, compa, what is doing there? No, there was no response. It was repeated a second and a third time. Nothing, just silence, while that man continued advancing. The man no turned,

no aceler, no he did no gesture, only came in a rastraining the tela of his rope against the polvo of the road. My papa locied to the car a motor

to get to a part of the territory where there cameras of security, so that there and she seemed with more confidence. Apagued the motor, backed with calm and he aferro to the macana.

The lampra a little in his man, not because he was scared even, but for that frio-courtante of the madrugada,

and he started to that figure, illuminating the way to the air behind the yonke was different,

there for nothing to there was to the road to the carreterra. Only the wind passing

between the collins and the crugied of his boots while the wind sounded distinct.

It was that the same the same the wind to have made to see,

the reflectors of the yon that were to light of a certain

a certain a one and more a little was a dark profound

when he was a few times as if even if that moment he would have done that someone

he would be and then he went to very lentently my papa my papa he had

many times and never change any a word not was the car of a

big us the light the lamp the light the light the yor and what he

was a car a car seeka with the skin peal the

the cooes of the coencas of the eyes werecings the box a box a space of moika

not a a sonrisa or in a gritty but in an something intermediate

and all in it the the the form of moving and

it was like if had out the the time like

was someone that had been a years interrated. Papa retroceded a pass.

Then another, without, without, without what I was being. Finally, heired and he got,

he went, he went to, the motor, and he acelero at all the speed. The

road was terrible, full of baches and the watered and the motor almost

was a point to to get to and it was to get to- my papa

only just wanted to get to the first. When for

final, it did the rea the wall, temblading, and he

called to the police and he had seen a man very that he had been

a man that he was the he was that he was a question of a

patrols and two people went to to get to get to

the part with the car and they went all the

car the something. No, there was nothing. No evidence of that that man had been there. The most inquietante occurred at revising the cameras.

It was clearly a my papa in his ronda, detenied. Backing to the motor, alumbrantly to the way and then, corriending. But no see to

any other more, nor a sombra, nor a figure at the long. Nothing. The policeists they did a report informal and they were back on various days.

Although not could have been an investigation official, because what were they going to put, a man without eyes in a carmine of terracery. If they were any other than there were some

crime in real in the special for all what happened in this area. During days they were signs of stumbas

clandestineas, defosos, but the terrain was enormous. never They never They never They were

That was the That was the The story That he made To understand That's the Things of That was

That was That was possible A poe Apoenae Before After you To give us Our men

We started Tournarned To turn out To turn out of And with Theastos And never He never

He came to work To I Cren me that of all the things that we And were various This was the peor The most nitrida

The that he left him blamando Even years after And the that sincerely I never had been I've got to get out of my Cabeza Thanks for I'm a good

Thank you very much thanks for Here, I'm here I'd get many people Because as I'm like I said, as well I'll tell you The last story of this night is for me one of the most atterradorers that we've received in a good rato. The fact, I could imagine for complete,

while I read it. Subscribe, for favor. Recurrecting that that us helps much and also, and also, your pulgars, your comments, if you do this content, is a great form of support to support. In the description are all the

enlaces that need, including the of the book of relatoes of the night. But now it's a intermedia. Continuamous. My name's Julian. This story

I want to share because was something that my abuelo for just a couple of years. Although he not is in

conditions to work, he still still does that that night. And not it was any night.

My abuel was a master in the major part of his life, but when

he was jubil-o-su-pensio no he had so he he was to work work-tribute things

that could do you do that either those things a basis coveria the velator

official of a deposition of a bus of commis

of small of transport public sure they're different

names in every country in every city but

I'm about those those very secidates that not

They're in every city Latin American. The deposition was one of those terrains grand, where at the final of every day they're stationing those camions of transport public to, to leave those guardados until the morning next. He was acerceded with a man

high, had a casetta small in the entrance and at the front, a zone more open where it was alineable the unities. The night, the place was in silence,

a penas, alumbed by a pair of lampras and the fogata improvised that the velators solied to sender to to holder the frio. And a night of winter, my

abuel was covering the turn. It was almost the 12 when came to get the last chaufer.

He left his microbus to the front, apog the lights, closed with the unidate

and he's a second to get to talk to talk to my abel a few minutes, things

cotillianas, nothing out of the normal, until that he despied and he came

to the car to the car stationed at out of the of course, my abelel

was all, and it was in that moment, all to turn to the

wheel to car that that she she was,

and the penum of one of the unities most near

to this in the penult the second there a

woman sentada No, it was a sombra, not a bulto, it was clearly a woman, with the cabo long and black, the head, lyrically inclined

to uncoastado, as if I was waiting, or dormita. The heart led to a brinko. The first thing was that someone's had been in the microbus, a little passenger

or a person who a person with malas intentions, so he went to to get to the carlider to get to the chauffeur before that

he was he was he intercepted when the man was he was going to his car

he said he said he got a little a a microbus a

woman after back to get me the hand to take

to the choffer he he no he no he

he he he he he he said he

he said to he can he said that is a a few a few, but no,

but no, no, not so he'd be being directly. Degel in peace. When, of her ronda, no more, no, he appears to unidad.

There's a my abuel, no, I didn't know nothing, but the man had had been said something

normal. Reversed the deposition with the carousone with the night, the frio of the foggated

that the the velators used and he sat down and she sent to her trying to calm

to come to but for more that he was not could get to the carbe's where was the

woman he he was he was he so he he could be a

way that could be the one of not were to be that the there was

many there was many long minutes that were not to

turn but the the Ganes to rolltear, the necessity

to that she'd be able there were insuppable and it

finally he did, he went to the head to the

microbus the woman was there was sent and

immobile as only she she she she she

she she she was the mother was the

light the obscurity of the microbus, the eyes of the women brights, as if were the animal reflecting the light of the fire. Fichos, totally fichos, directs to him. The fear was so intense that

that the heart was the heart of a heart. Buscough his pastillas to the prision, he wasvented to gollepard, retroceeded to the door principal, and there was all the night of foot, Envueled in a covilla,

tembting more of nerves than the frio. No, he was atreve to look to look at. When it

came to the first chauffeurs to bring, my abuel was direct to them. He was

he said, and they said, and they said, look, you know, he took to see her in

the first night. That story more than the need, is a Triste. He told that, and so many years,

a woman very had fallen in that same microbus. I was to go to the time, after the time, and she kept dormita of

the cansancy in the last time. But nobody did a point of that never never never got. Nobody noticed that

had been the unit did all of your route, recogient and taking and while she had been while she had been

a part of the back at the chaufer no not to nothing extra until that he got

the deposition yeah the was then that was that someone that someone still

and the poor even the woman was completely fria had been there

had been there all the time who who was how's in

silence Muerta. With all the people ignoring it like when was alive. Since then some

velators and chauffeurs are sure they're they're they're that it's aggressive,

that simply is apparently is apparently is like she should be

to get to the microbus in the entrance of the deposit in the

casetta there there there there is for her for her.

Every time, someone enceioned a bell and he he says, Pidient for the

rest of her own, as I'm like this I'm in this is a little, but not

was a much, it's only in my family, and even never, me he left

so palid as that time that my old, when we came to the

house to know, we got to what he had lived that madrogada. Aun

I was the I saw the I'm Even so He Descancen That's That's

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