Las Historias Más Bizarras y Macabras de Relatos de la Noche

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Today we present you one of my favorite themes because I feel that I have experienced things that way, for normal people that go beyond what is understandable, more complicated than a ghost. A feeling of disconcertation between a failure in reality, and ghosts that go beyond what is understandable, from what the films have taught us about terror, and that can be even more terrifying. But I'm going to let you judge because you, as always, have the last word. I invite you to stay until the end because today we are also going to tell you how to continue participating in more books because we will take the opportunity to give you as much as we can to give you a little piece of what we are. I love you very much and let's go because you are already listening to the stories of the night. Excellent night community. This morning I came up with something very strange while I was going to take the bus for my work and I still can't explain it. My name is Macarena Garcia. I'm from Guadalajara, although due to the matter of the plan I had to move temporarily to a very close town in the metropolitan area. Of those places where every day the working force of Jalisco gets on the transport, I was going to look for life there in Guadalajara or Zapopan. Yesterday I set my alarm for 5 o'clock in the morning. I had to be in the bus stop at 6.30. But the alarm never sounded. I opened my eyes at 5.55. 5.55, damn it. Almost 6 in the morning. If I hadn't run, I would have lost the truck. I woke up fast. I was a little happy because finally the neighbors had finished their eternal party. They had been three full days with music and alcohol and songs until dawn. I fed my cats, grabbed my things and left like every day. The house is far from the stop, so I always check it well so that I don't forget anything. But as soon as I crossed the door, a very strange breeze hit my face. A cold, strong air, as if someone had blown directly to me. I felt very strange. I thought it was because I hadn't had breakfast and I continued walking. When suddenly, as if I had come out of a video game, a boy appeared in front of me. I brought a jersey from the Chivas, but very old, from the season of 2009. I greeted him as I always do. I'm used to greeting everyone as if it were a curse of some evil intention. But the boy looked at me as if I were strange. He didn't answer me. I walked a few more steps and something was not right. The fraction I know was not right. Yes, it was, but it was different. Things that people have been painting, expanding, personalizing with years, all that had disappeared. All the houses were white. Many looked like new ones like when they were just delivered. Others were barely in construction. The path through which I walked every morning was not even there. It didn't exist. In its place there was a huge huge building like no one had ever been there. in its place there was a huge huge building like no one had ever been there. I stopped. My heart began to accelerate. The first thing I did was to look for my cell phone in the pants bag, but it was not there. It wasn't my transport card either. It only brought some coins and my keys. I had a horrible feeling. I wanted to go back home, but I started to feel pain all over my body, as if walking had become complicated. I saw a little town of Tamales and approached to take a breath. The man was listening to the radio. They said there had been a huge earthquake in Turkey. They said there were deaths and injuries, but I swear I had already heard that news. I remembered it. Years ago. I got more nervous. I approached to the town. I saw the coins and the money the man had, and they were like the ones we used when I was going to the secondary. Different. I asked him if he was in the right direction to take the electric transport, and he didn't even turn around to see me. There's no such thing here. He's looking for the 380. The few people who passed by stayed there looking ugly, as if I didn't belong to that place, as if I was getting into the place I shouldn't be. There, and even there, I understood it. Everything was fine. The one who shouldn't be there was me. I turned around and decided to go back to my house. I would see how to tell him I was sick. And who would believe that? I walked what I felt like an hour, an eternal path. My body was moving forward by inertia because part of my mind recognized the route, although it didn't seem like anything I knew. I climbed a small hill. It was the only one. I was in the middle of the hill. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I took a deep breath. I took a deep breath, one and another time, to try to calm myself. I felt dizzy, losing balance, and when I opened my eyes, I was in front of the neighboring fraction, near my house, just like this all day, as if nothing had happened. I ran to my house. The street was very lonely, but I just wanted to return. I came to see my cats, to see my normal life. When I turned around to my painting, I heard the music of the neighbors again. The same party as if they had never stopped. I went in. There were my cats, sleeping in the chair. There was also my cell phone, my transportation card, my debit card, all those things I never left. Everything I had left. Everything as if I hadn't left yet. My hands were shaking. I took the phone to ask for a Uber and I felt the worst. And when I saw it, the phone rang at 4.35 in the morning. Hello, good evening community of Relatos de la Noche. My name is Major Lin and I am Alejandro's mother and Samuel's mother. And with my husband Eduardo, we have been living here in Houston, Texas for many years. Here in this city my children were born, and they began to listen to this podcast during the pandemic. When we were all locked up and we were looking for anything to distract us. We were looking for something to distract us. Then they taught us about our father. And since then we put him when we were traveling along the road, all together. And he was part of those moments that remain in our memory. My husband always knows that he always keeps them with the pieces on the ground. That they are not scared of anything. And that's why I was surprised what happened recently. We were listening to the episode in which they talked about the doppelgangers. And I didn't even know that they were going to be scared of anything. That can happen to someone else. As if it were a exact copy, but with something bad inside. That day when the episode ended, Eduardo went to the three of us and said to us, Do you remember what happened in the car? I said it like nothing happened. And the others stayed still, looking at each other. The children had the same face as me, as they should understand. And then suddenly I got a heart attack. That moment that I had already saved, who knows where, that we never talked about later, he came back to hit, as if someone had opened a door that we had closed. That happened in 2015. Alejandro was seven years old. He was the first to go to the hospital. In 2015, Alejandro was seven years old. He was very happy and a talker. Samuel was ten years old and he was in that stage where everything was getting angry quickly. Like he was given early adolescence. He was always ahead. It was Sunday. I remember we had been to the supermarket to buy things for the week. We got late and as always, we were all going down the bags and accommodating things. And Eduardo left the car in the car that was stuck to the kitchen. He closed the door automatically because it was very hot. I was keeping the car in the freezer and listening to the children talking as always. That if someone helps, that if the other did less, or took less bags. And suddenly Alejandro said he forgot his iPad in the car. I told him it was for him. He went without saying anything else as always. But it didn't even happen for ten seconds when he came back running. He brought his eyes very open without any breath and he separated himself from the kitchen. Samuel approached him and said, And the iPad? What were you? Alejandro started to tremble and he died something that none of us understood. Samuel was upset and said, What? What are you saying? And he approached more to listen to him. Alejandro, very slowly, without stopping looking at the car, he replied, That I am sitting there in the car. My heart stopped. I thought he was playing, but his face was not the face he did when he made jokes. Eduardo saw it too and left what he was doing. Samuel who was always very brave to defend his brother who walked towards the car. All this dark and inside, the light of the kitchen was just lighting up a little piece of the ground. The car was well closed, but Samuel advanced a little more. I was going to say he would return when I heard him scream. A loud scream, of real fear, as I had never heard before. Mom, Dad, is there someone there? Is there someone in the car? Alejandro started crying and ran to get behind his dad. I approached the door and I managed to see what Samuel had seen. In the rear seat of the car, Alejandro was there. Or something that seemed like Alejandro because it was identical. The same clothes, the same round face. But he was too ashamed, too straight, as if he were taller and thinner. Unproportioned, and he was smiling. A smile that was not a child, a smile like a forced one, showing us exaggeratedly white, white teeth that seemed like post-its. And the worst was that he was looking at us directly, at the four of us at the door, as if waiting for us to come closer. Eduardo reacted before anyone, he did not push back. He turned and from the floor next to the door he took the weapon he always had saved. He entered the car, turning on the light at the same time. The light took a second fraction to light up. A fraction enough to feel that that being was still there. But when the light turned on, there was nothing. The car was empty and the back door open. My Alejandro was still there, hugging my leg crying. I was left in the car, I thought I was going to faint. Eduardo checked everything, he took off under the car, opened the trunk, saw everywhere and nothing. We were at the only entrance that this car has, that goes straight to the kitchen. The car door was completely open and none of us heard anyone opening it. There were no windows in the car, there was no human form that someone had escaped. Eduardo stayed a moment without talking, then he lowered the gun and left it on the floor. I hugged the children and when I felt it, it was when I started shaking too. Samuel repeated, we saw it, right? We saw it all. Yes, we saw it, I told him. That same night Eduardo called his uncle who are very Christian, of those who pray all the time. They went the next day with a huge Bible, old one. They prayed there in the car, very serious, very worried. Samuel and Alejandro heard before the room, I did not know if I cried or made the effort for the children. We never saw anything again, we never heard anything again. Nobody got sick, nobody changed, nothing else happened. Life was normal, but we never talked about the subject again. It was as if we all, without making an agreement, had decided it was better to forget it. Until a few weeks ago, when my husband told them to listen to his program, it was as if the memory had taken away a sale. We remembered it at 4 at the same time, and since then the car was back to feel the same as that night, strange, as if something was still inside, somewhere. I know that the mind can block traumatic memories, I understand, but there is something that does not leave us calm, something that gets into every time I think about that. If that being looked exactly like my son, if he smiled with that security, if he was looking at us as if he already knew us, it was the first time we saw him, or the first time we remembered him. We will have forgotten or forgotten something, we will have forgotten something else. Thanks to the community, a greeting from the Garcia family, from us, from here. We are just halfway through this episode of community, and I want to take this opportunity to say that this is a very important project for us, and for all of you who have been watching this for a long time, this is a very important project for us, and for all of you who have been watching this for a long time, we are just halfway through this episode of community, and I want to take this opportunity to say that thanks to you, the book in Mexico is being released, thanks for having finished those 50,000 copies, and if you still have it and you find it, buy it, really. I'm not going to go through with the comic, which at the moment was sold very slowly, and now that there is no more, we are asked a lot about it, we are asked about it every day, but there are no plans to reprint it. What we do have is good news for the community in Spain and Chile, because in those countries there has just been a new edition, a special edition for you, a book about the stories of the night, a very limited impression, of few examples, but look for it in your favorite bookstores online, there is surely some, but we would really love it, we would love to take you home, a little bit of stories of the night, and a little bit of Mexico. Before continuing, a greeting to Missions Argentina, from where they tell us, they listen to us a lot, there I do not know, I only know Buenos Aires and Patagonia, but hopefully we can visit them very soon. We continue with the episode, we have not finished its dose yet, we continue with more stories of the night. How are you Uriel? How is the community? I am a fan of stories of the night, for several years now, my story is not the most terrifying, but it is rare, and I still wonder what really happened to me that day, my name is Julian Chavez, I was 14 years old and I lived in a small ranch in Chilitla, San Luis Potosí, where I am originally, there are already huge serruses and very green trees due to the humid climate, it rains almost all year, that is why vegetation always seems to want to swallow the roads, one afternoon my girlfriend and two cousins decided to go to the broken serr, so we told them to take some photos, we liked to go to see the sunset, we were in the high part of the serr until 6 in the afternoon, when it was already starting to dark, my girlfriend lived in another ranch, and my cousins were going to accompany her, I was going to go alone because I still had to make a mandate for my mother, and the truth did not worry me, I knew those roads very well, there the trails are very narrow and almost no pass, and in 1927, well, less, she took me to the lamp and cell phone, they were told that they had a phone at that time, no one I knew, the others were not as good as the ones now that bring her lamp, I was walking fast because she almost did not see anything, and suddenly the road divided into two, that I had never seen, I had never been there before, a bifurcation, it was very strange, I stopped, I doubted, but in the end I chose one and followed, I do not know how long I walked, but I started to realize that that path was taking me to another serr, a very large one, it was already completely dark and I did not want to return, I thought that it would be better to get to the top, I was located and I was going down from the other side, but the path ended, from one moment to the other there was no path, only mountain, spinach and silence, even so I left, I had already advanced too much, I said to myself, I'm already up, I'm sure I'm going to go where I am, but I did not see anything that I recognized, suddenly I reached a potter full of cows, and I tried to remember if I had ever passed there, but no, that place did not exist for me, it was there where I got scared, I felt very, very far away from my house, I do not know, it was strange the feeling, I did not know how to walk, I approached and I lost more, so I made a decision, to sleep there, to get to the light of the sun and I would see how I would return, my mother would be worried, yes, but I preferred to walk in blinds, to lose myself to who knows where, I lay down in the pasture and I fell asleep, I do not know for how long, the light of the moon was the only thing that illuminated the ground, I woke up some voices, I hid behind some stones when I saw that they approached, they passed like 10 meters and they were 3, they looked normal people, but their clothes looked very old, they were clothes like before, much before, when they left I thought about following the path where they had passed, that path did look marked, but I walked towards them because I felt that I should be there, little by little I started to recognize the place, but it also looked different, as if I was seeing another time of the same ranch, in that place there was already electric light from years ago, but that night there was not a single light on, the few houses that were still lit with candles or with lamp for this oil, I began to be very afraid, I reached the main road, it was a road but now it only looked like a path wide of stone, I continued walking and I found some people, but I did not know anyone, their clothes, their shoulders, they would be taken out of the era of the revolution, and then it happened that I will never forget, I talked to them, I told them good night, but no one answered me, no one turned, it was as if I was not there, they kept talking among themselves, I was still a meter away and they did not see me, I swear to you Uriel, I swear to the community, I did not feel that it was a dream, I do not know how long I walked like this, with the heart wanting to leave, until from one moment to the other, everything started to light, the houses looked modern, there were posters with electric light, the road did not turn into a road again, as always, I worried about the virginity I already knew, because I thought it would be very late, I went to the store and luckily I was open to buy things that my mother had entrusted me, I asked the time, at eight o'clock at night, the lady said to me, at eight, I had separated from my girlfriend at six, I slept in the hill, I walked for hours, it was impossible that they were only eight, I got home, I did not tell my mother anything, I just bathed and slept, but then the problems began, I stopped eating, they did not want to lift me, I got very weak, my mother took me with my grandmother who knows how to cure from the fright, she cleaned me, she prayed, she saved me, because then I told my mother that if I had not cured myself in time, I would have died, that the fright that I brought was very strong, that she asked me what had happened, but I never told her anything, I thought no one was going to believe me, until today, as you, I dare to tell you, hoping that someone, at least one person among the whole community, believes me, now with the years I think that maybe, I walked to the past, as if I had gotten into an accident in time, in the same place, but in another time, without wanting to get into where I should not be, today I live in Monterrey, and right now I am working in Little Rock, Arcanzas, there, I only go to visit, but I have never, never walked again for those errors, Hello Uriel, good evening community, I love you a lot, although you do not know them, I am the originator of a town in Oaxaca, although there is no longer, and I want to tell you something that happened when I was a child, a story that the town still realizes, although it is almost not here in the memory well, I had like nine years when everything happened, I remember that my mother always talked to Mrs. Matías, a man from the town, a very hard worker, very serious, he had two children, a child and a girl, teenagers at that time, older than me, one day Mrs. Matías went to the mountain to bring wood, there in the town it was the most normal thing in the world, but that night she did not return, at the beginning I did not even fly, because sometimes people stay in the hill if they catch them at night, but they spent days and nothing, they looked for it, men with machete, rifles and lamps to get into the mountain, they did not find their clothes or their clothes, nothing, and so the wife had to continue with life, the children grew up, they went to work in the city, and the woman was left alone, sad, seven years passed like this, seven years that I remember well, until one day he came back, it was like the time of the food, one day it seemed boring, normal, when we heard that someone was coming on the road to the land, that the dogs started barking, my mother came out first to see, then I, it was Mrs. Matías, with her own clothes, her own face, as if she had gone a afternoon before, without a single ruckus, without a single change, it was so much the surprise that several of the neighbors came out with my mother, they talked to her, they touched her, he was there, completely, confused but alive, my mother told him, where were you, Mr. Matías? and he was just a dreamer, seeing everything as if it were the first time, the ladies took him to water, food, they wanted to sit, he turned to see them but he did not recognize them, he was already worried about a lost child, and then he asked, why is he so changed, mother? and you? he said to a man, to a friend of his, why are you stupid? my mother was cold because, it seemed that he had left seven years ago, it seemed that he had been lost yesterday, suddenly the door of his house opened and his wife came out, when he saw him almost faint, the ladies stopped him, he wanted to hug him but he stopped him with his hands, as if he was scared, after hugging him and kissing him, he ran the phone from the store, the only one in town, to call his children, to tell them they returned, that his father was there, that he was alive, that he had returned, I approached a little closer, and I will never forget how he looked at the man, it was as if he was listening to something that the others did not listen to, he looked at the mountain, as if someone was talking from there, and mother told him to stay still, that he was not going anywhere, but he, without saying anything else, ran towards the hill, no one could stop him, or reach him, he did not even turn around, he lost himself between the trees, in the mountain, and he never came back, his wife stayed waiting again, for a long time that one day he would return, again, but he left this world without knowing anything, alone, the children did not return to the town, they made their lives in the city, the little house remained alone, no one went to live there, I, the truth, since that day, I never came back to the mountain alone, because no one knew where Mother was 12 years ago, or how long it really took, we only know that when we saw him, he did not get old, that when he came back, time wanted to take him again, that they have very good nights, and embrace his people as if he were going to the hill, and never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, I will never return, of 5 and 5 books that we will send you to where you are. 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