La Cabra que llamó mi Nombre y otras historias de terror
Relatos de la Noche
A chilling episode of 'Relatos de la Noche' unfolds two terrifying stories centered on supernatural occurrences involving animals and mysterious neighbors. The first tale recounts a family's unsettling experience living next
Key takeaways
- The boundary between the familiar and the uncanny is fragile, especially in isolated or forgotten spaces like abandoned homes.
Main topics
- Supernatural phenomena in rural settings
- Psychological horror and trauma
Notable quotes
"Be careful with your desires, community. They can become reality."
Conclusion
The episode ends with a haunting warning about the dangers of curiosity and unexamined
Transcript preview
Speaker 1 (0:01) I heard the sound of the door of my house. I opened my eyes. I turned to my little sister's bed. It was empty. I went out to look and I found the door open. It had come out. I started looking for it on both sides. I found it in the backyard behind, looking at the trees, into the darkness. Speaker 1 (0:28) She seemed to be asleep, but she was standing, and she answered with her head to someone who spoke from the deepest part of the night. Good stories today, community. Watch the whole episode because you're going to like it. Have you heard of animals that have strange behaviors? As if they understood more than they should. As if there was something macabre in them. Speaker 1 (1:00) La primera historia nos va a llevar a un lugar oscuro. Nos hará pensar en si conocemos realmente a nuestros vecinos, o puede haber algo malvado muy cerca de nosotros. La segunda parece ir dedicada a todos los que escuchan relatos de la noche con la intención de ser protagonistas. Créanme, si aún no lo son, están mejor así. No perdemos más el tiempo porque ya es hora de adentrarnos en los siguientes relatos de la noche. Speaker 1 (1:40) Hello dear community, dear Uriel, thanks for listening. My name is Federico Castro, although since I was a child everyone calls me Fede, and I want to tell you something that happened when I was 15 years old. It's a story that sometimes comes out when I'm with my family, but the truth is that we don't like to talk about it, especially my sister. Speaker 1 (2:06) I have lived practically all my life in the same house. And I say practically because there was a year when we had to leave for a problem that was not even ours. The house where we lived was in a bad state. The owner died and her children began to fight for the property. My parents had been renting there for many years, since before I was born, and they knew the family, but in the middle of all that, one of the children decided that he wanted to occupy the house and asked us to leave. It was all pretty fast. My parents looked for a place to rent and found a house on the streets. It was smaller, but it was close to our schools, my dad's job, and there wasn't much to choose from with so little time. So we went over there thinking it would be temporary, while we saw what was happening with the other house. The new house was fine. We never felt anything weird inside. What was... cosa lo que nos hacía sentir algo raro era la casa de al lado bueno ni siquiera sé si la llamaría casa Speaker 1 (3:19) It was a very small wooden room, built almost in the middle of a fairly large terrain. It had many trees, too many for that size, too many for that area. And from the street, practically nothing was seen because the entire terrain was surrounded by a wooden fence covered with entanglements. It seemed that these had been growing there for years. They were so closed that you couldn't see inside. Speaker 1 (3:51) There was only one part where I was. Our backyard bordered this land, and right in the corner, the plants had not completely covered the fence. There was a space between the branches, and from there you could see the trees, and further back the little house. It was also seen from my parents' room. At first we were curious because we never saw anyone enter or leave. Speaker 1 (4:21) I once asked who lived there, and my parents didn't know either. Someone had to live there because every now and then there was a light inside the house. A yellow light. Very, very low. Then we found out that the house didn't have electricity. Nor water. It didn't have services. I never understood then what they used to light up. I assumed candles or oil lamps. Or something like that. I don't know. The thing is that we rarely heard anything during the day, but at night it was different. My younger sister's name is America. At that time she was eight years old, and since the house was smaller, it was up to us to share a room. She started waking up every night talking to me. Fede. I opened my eyes and saw her in her bed. I heard a woman. Speaker 1 (5:29) Primeras veces ni siquiera le hice caso. Le decía que estaba bien que se durmiera. Yo tenía 15 años y ella 8, así que para mí lo más fácil era pensar que había tenido una pesadilla, o que había escuchado un gato en el techo o cualquier cosa. Pero siguió pasando. Varias noches. Fede, otra vez escucha. Me dijo esa noche en que me despertó. Esa noche en que por fin sí le puse atención. Y es que sí. I heard a woman. Or, well, it looked like a woman. It was something like a cry, but it wasn't exactly someone crying. It was a long, very strange sound, and then it shut up. It went on for a few seconds and then again. America asked me if I had heard it now. I told her I had. We got up and went to wake my parents up. Speaker 1 (6:32) My dad didn't even seem surprised. He told us he came from the next house. That they had also heard him several nights ago. That we were going to sleep. I remember I asked them what was wrong with the lady. And he told me he didn't know and that's it. And that's how my parents were. If something wasn't our business, we wouldn't get in. We returned to the room. Speaker 1 (7:01) After that, we continued listening to it for a few nights. Not all of them. Sometimes they could go on for several days and nothing, and then again. It was already very late. We could hear that lament among the trees. We got used to it. But one night something different happened. I was asleep when I heard a door open. Our room was close to the exit to the patio, so the sound woke me up. Speaker 1 (7:32) I don't know how long it took before I understood what had happened. I opened my eyes. I