Algo esconden los Abuelos en el Sótano (historias de horror)

Relatos de la Noche

This episode of Relatos de la Noche presents two chilling true horror stories from listeners. The first recounts a childhood fear at a family ranch in Chihuahua, where the narrator and cousins sensed an ominous presence at

Key takeaways

• The basement's design—with locks that only work from outside—suggests intentional concealment of something dangerous or forbidden.
• The recurring theme of water on stairs implies ritualistic maintenance to contain or suppress whatever lies below.

Main topics

• Family secrets
• Supernatural hauntings

Notable quotes

"If you go and the door is open, close it and that's it. But don't go in."

Conclusion

These stories reveal how family legacies can harbor deep, terrifying secrets—some buried

Transcript preview

Speaker 2 (0:03) Never. We never left our rooms at night when we stayed at my grandparents' house. We heard... things. We knew someone was walking through that house. Or something. We couldn't see it because we didn't have the courage to look out. But we could feel it. We all felt it. Something was inhabiting it at night. Speaker 2 (0:34) Welcome to a new edition of Tales of the Night, to another double function, as you like. Today's two stories are different, but both extremely terrifying, for different reasons, yes. And well, paranormal or not, that you will have to judge. But if they have something in common, it is that they are lent so that you can help us decipher them, to understand what is happening in them. Así que listos y listas, porque les advierto que ya no hay marcha atrás una vez que entren en los siguientes relatos de la noche. Speaker 2 (1:18) Let's see, I've never told you this in full. I mean, parts, yes, to my best friend, to my psychologist even, but full, full, never. So give me a second because I really get goosebumps just from starting to write it. Speaker 2 (1:37) This happened at my grandparents' ranch in Chihuahua. Well, ranch, we used to call it, but it was more like a big house with a lot of land around it, like 40 minutes from the city. When I visited it, there were no animals like before. We used to go very often as children, almost every summer, every Christmas, with my cousins, especially with Álvaro, who is the oldest, the one who takes me the most in age, but we were always very close. Speaker 1 (2:07) And Speaker 2 (2:07) since we were Speaker 1 (2:08) little, Speaker 2 (2:08) and I swear this isn't an adult exaggeration, we talked about this as kids, we didn't like going out at night, but nothing, not even to the hallway, much less to the patio. My uncles would make fun of us, they told us we were scary, but we'd hear things. Speaker 2 (2:30) Sounds that one would like to explain, like coyotes, wild dogs, something like that, but that we never finished understanding. Like sounds, but more serious, more, the truth I don't know how to say it, closer to sounding like they had the shape of words, of a voice, of a lament. I know it sounds ridiculous said like that, but anyone who has grown up there knows what I'm talking about. All my cousins ​​will understand if they hear this story and they will find out about many things that will hardly be told here. And the house in general, this is also something that we shared all cousins ​​without telling us directly, had a very rare energy. I didn't know how to explain it better than that. It's not that there were classic ghosts, although sometimes you could hear doors closing by themselves, but it was more like a feeling that one was not completely alone in the ranch, never inside the house, I Speaker 1 (3:38) mean outside. Speaker 2 (3:40) I could tell you about many little scares that we had throughout our childhood, but it wouldn't end, and we have to move on to the next, to what makes me write to you. Speaker 2 (3:51) Two years ago, my two grandparents got sick at the same time, which is already quite rare. My grandmother with a heart problem, my grandfather with something respiratory. They never gave them a clear diagnosis of why suddenly the two got worse so quickly and so evenly. The family decided to set up shifts to help. We were sick of grandchildren and children, so there was always someone at home taking care of them, day and night. Speaker 2 (4:23) I had several night shifts, especially. And in one of those, I think it was for the third or fourth week, my grandfather, who already spoke little by then, asked me to check that all the doors and windows of the house were well closed. I took it as a normal thing. A big, worried man who wanted to feel safe. I checked everything and everything was fine, and I told him. And then, and this is what I did not think of, he asked me to talk to Álvaro, that he would come, that he wanted the two of us to go and check the basement together. The basement was something very strange, that it was not even close to the house, just so you can get an idea. It was about 60 meters across the ground, where an area with more mountain, with more dry trees began. Speaker 2 (5:24) From afar it looked like a bathroom. It was a wooden door, so planted almost on the floor, that one from afar could have confused with the entrance a bathroom of those of ranch, a pool bathroom, you know, of those apart from the main house. Behind that door there was a staircase that went down. My grandfather told us something that stayed engraved with a clarity that scares me. He told us, if you go and the door is open, close it and that's it. But don't go in. It was night, community. It was windy. One of those dry winds from Chihuahua that leave your ears buzzing. Álvaro arrived at the house in about 20 minutes and we went together. With a flashlight, nothing else. Crossing the ground. And yes, the door was open. We had to close it. We both knew it. We saw each other, standing there. With the wind hitting us. And I think it was one of those times where curiosity wins. Speaker 2 (6:34) I don't know how to explain it better than that. It was almost a decision we made without talking about it. We pushed the door. We had never done it. Behind there was another metal door. This one with four doors, all outside. All open already because someone or something had run them. That didn't fit us at the time, but we were going with the adrenaline so high that we didn't stop to think about it. Speaker 1 (7:04) We opened that door too, and Speaker 2 (7:07) that's where the stairs started. This is something I'm never going to be able to get out of my head. The steps were wet, not like there were droplets or moisture. They were designed to get stuck, like they had a slight curve towards the center, so that the water would stay stagnant there. Speaker 2 (7:31) We slowly went down, grabbing ourselves from the walls, with the flashlight shaking us in the hand, literally. At the end of the staircase there was a third door, also open, also with several locks outside, and behind that door there was nothing. Well, there was something, but from where we were alone there was darkness. The lamp seemed to stop lighting, as if the black was very deep. Speaker 2 (8:02) We both stood in the frame, waiting for the eyes to get used to it. You know, like when you wait for the view to cool down to distinguish shapes. And then at the same time, because we'll talk about this later, we both saw exactly the same thing. In the same instant, we began to distinguish a face. It was very dark and I can't describe it well, but I think... Speaker 2 (8:33) We think he was smiling. There, in the middle of that darkness, there was something like a smile. I ran out, I didn't even think about it, I didn't even scream. My body just turned around and climbed those wet stairs as much as it could. Álvaro, on the other hand, stayed closing the door below. He put the fuses on. He ran up too. He closed the second door, put the other fuses, and the wooden one above, the last one. Speaker 2 (9:06) Neither of them said anything on the way back home. What I do want to point out, because that stuck in my head a long time later, is that the passers-by could only be insured from the outside. There was no way to put them from the inside, nor was there a lock. Speaker 1 (9:25) Think about it, why Speaker 2 (9:27) design a place like that, with insurers that only work from the outside? I didn't tell anyone that night. Álvaro did talk to my grandfather, alone, in his room. I never knew exactly what they said, only that later Álvaro looked for me and told me very seriously that my grandfather had entrusted him with something, to take care of the basement, especially when they, my grandparents, were no longer there. And there began another very rare stage. In the following weeks, when my grandparents could hardly even get up, I began to notice that