La Bruja de Xalapa y otras historias de horror

Relatos de la Noche

The episode presents two chilling accounts of paranormal encounters in Mexico. The first tells of a child's terrifying night in Xalapa, Vera

Key takeaways

• A 9-year-old child encountered a presence with long, thin hands and a smell of ammonia near an abandoned crematorium.
• The neighbor's dog, General, acted as a protector by chasing away the entity during the Xalapa encounter.

Main topics

• Paranormal encounters
• Spiritualism

Notable quotes

I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped. The footsteps stopped too.

Conclusion

A collection of deeply personal and unsettling accounts that explore t

Transcript preview

Speaker 1 (0:05) I was on my way home from that dark path, just lit up with my lamp about to go out. I was in a hurry, trying to beat the fog that was coming. I had to get there before it completely fell. I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped. The footsteps stopped too. I kept walking and there they were again. Someone, or something, was coming behind me. Speaker 1 (0:43) Good night, community. I really hope to find you well. And if not, that this time of horror stories makes you forget any concern that is out there. Because, in addition, they are strange stories. They are a trip in which I hope you will accompany us and that you will not go down. Listen, by the way, we already have Instagram again. I'm going to leave it in the description because it's something new for you to follow us again and show us how you listen to this episode. And as you hear the following stories of the night. Hello, I want to share an experience that happened to me 18 years ago in Jalapa, Veracruz. I prefer to omit my name, but I would like to tell you this story that I call the cat tree. I was 9 years old and lived with my family in a area of ​​Jalapa that is near Pacho Viejo, around the Governor's Colony, very close to Margaritas. Now there are many more things out there, but only in 2008 it was very different. There was practically nothing. We had no electricity, there were no illuminated streets, and the few houses that existed were very separate from each other. There were forests, coffee farms, and huge terrains where at night the darkness was total. For a while we had lived in a rented house, until one day we were asked to take it out. My family didn't have many options, so we got an even more remote land and started building our own house there. It was a very small construction, about five meters by five, made with what we could get, wood, sticks, cardboard sheets, some sheets. It was practically a black work. We had already left the spaces for the windows, but we still didn't have them, so at night we covered the holes with curtains to try to stop the cold a little. Speaker 1 (2:51) We didn't have gas either. We cooked with firewood that we picked ourselves. And to light up, we used candles and a white Philips rechargeable lamp. From time to time, a neighbor would allow us to connect it to his generator to charge it. That lamp was very important because, apart from the candles, it was practically our only source of light. And the nights, as I tell you, were very dark there. Speaker 1 (3:20) One night there were several people helping us with the construction of the house. Among them was my brother-in-law, who stayed working until quite late trying to finish some things so that we could be a little more comfortable. When we realized it was almost 11 at night and there had been a lot of fog. My ex-brother-in-law had to go back home and needed a lamp to cross the road, but we couldn't borrow the only one we had because we would be completely dark. So he made a decision that, now, when I remember it, seems crazy to me, but at that moment I suppose it was simply what had to be done. I was going to accompany him with the lamp until the governors' exit, near Margaritas. There he would continue on his own, and I would return alone. I was nine years old. I even remember how I was dressed. I wore black sneakers, a navy blue pants, and a red shirt. I didn't wear a sweater despite the cold, and I went out with him carrying my lamp. Speaker 1 (4:33) The road was of limestone terraces. In rainy season they became salt water and when it was very hot a lot of dust would rise, but that night it was humid and a good part of the road was lost in the fog. On one side was the Bosques del Recuerdo Pantheon and on the other there were coffee farms. There were coffee plants and coffee plants, some bananas between them and then, forest. Speaker 1 (5:01) I remember the creaks, some birds and a little wind. It was very light, but with the fog and the cold, it seemed that any sound was heard closer. We were walking there with the lamp, and I began to realize that it was less and less illuminated, that I no longer had a lot of battery. Speaker 1 (5:23) Finally we arrived at the governor's exit. There my ex-brother-in-law and I said goodbye. He followed his path and I turned around to go home. Alone. I don't remember how far I had progressed when I heard a step behind me. I stopped. The sound also stopped. I waited a few seconds trying to hear something, but I couldn't hear anything. So I just kept walking. But soon after I heard it again. Speaker 1 (5:57) It was a light step on the road. I stopped again and there was silence again. At first I tried to think that it could be an animal among the plants, some branch, even another person who was walking around. I kept moving forward, but little by little I started to notice something that made me very nervous. When I walked, I listened to the steps. When I stopped, I stopped listening. And so I continued for a while. Speaker 1 (6:30) There I had the pantheon on one side, the cafetals on the other, and in front I could only see the path that illuminated that lamp, each time with less force. At some point I passed near an old crematorium that was next to the pantheon. It was an abandoned place since a long time ago, with an old door that I remember perfectly because, just when I passed in front of it, I heard how it moved, how the vizagras were stuffed. Speaker 1 (7:05) As you can imagine, I did not turn. I kept walking, trying to put my mind in blank, trying to imagine myself arriving home. By then I was already trembling. It was cold and I had left without a sweater, so for a moment I wanted to think that it was just for that, but as I advanced I began to feel that it was difficult for me to breathe. And also, the steps followed me. Speaker 1 (7:32) I can't say exactly how long I walked like that. In my memory it was a lot, maybe a couple of kilometers, although I understand that I was 9 years old and I was scared, so probably my perception of distances was not very good either. What I do remember is that there came a time when those steps began to be heard more and more closely. Then I heard a breath. Speaker 1 (8:04) At first I thought it was me. I was already breathing fast out of fear and effort to walk, but I realized that it sounded very different. It was a deep, paused breath, and it was coming after me. The path began to climb up a slope of earth and stone. There I began to feel something even stranger. Las piernas me pesaban muchísimo. Quería correr y sentía que no podía. Cada paso me costaba trabajo. Incluso recuerdo que quería llorar. Quería gritar para que alguien me escuchara desde alguna de las casas, pero por alguna razón no me salía la voz. Seguí caminando así hasta llegar a un árbol que nosotros conocíamos muy bien. Le decíamos, el árbol del gato. There was a cat that slept between its branches all night. It was something completely normal for us. You passed by, listened to the cat, or saw it up the tree and followed your path.