July 3, 2024 • 16 mins
Este compendio de relatos te sumergirá en mundos donde la magia, el misterio y el terror se entrelazan con lo cotidiano. Desde velos entre reinos místicos y el declive de la magia, hasta maldiciones ancestrales en faros abandonados y encuentros con espectros vengativos, estas historias revelan oscuros secretos y entidades sobrenaturales. Cada relato es una puerta a lo desconocido, invitándote a explorar la fragilidad de la realidad y el poder persistente de lo oculto. Prepárate para descubrir verdades perturbadoras y enfrentar tus peores pesadillas.
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(00:04):
Welcome to the world of the unknown, a place where reality blurs and the
inexplicable comes to life. Here shadowswhisper ancient secrets and echoes of the past
resonate with forgotten stories. Prepare toenter a universe where every corner hides a
mystery and every step can take youto the edge of the supernatural. On
(00:24):
this journey we will explore the inexplicable, unravel the dark and face the deepest
fears that inhabit the darkest corners ofthe human mind. Turn off the lights,
adjust to your headphones and let yourselfbe wrapped in the whisper of terror.
You are about to cross the thresholdinto the world of the unknown,
where the impossible becomes reality and theunknown sees you from the shadows, between
(00:58):
the veils, that of the usof magic and the forgotten mysteries. You
' ve heard of the old forgottentheory. It is said that, in
ancient times, the veils between ourworld and other kingdoms were thin and waterproof.
A mystical connection to the supernatural allowedmagic to flow freely through the earth
(01:18):
as an invisible thread between the tangibleand the ethereal. In those days,
legends and folk tales were not juststories, they were chronicles, veils of
truths intertwined with fiction. Witch magiciansand haunted creatures flew the landscape into an
era where magic was palpable and fearedalike. However, over time, that
(01:42):
connection faded away. The doors tothose realms were slowly closed like portals sealed
in the dark. The magic,once powerful and omnipresent, faded into mere
shadows of a distant past. Todaythere are only vestiges in children' s
(02:04):
tales and in the nostalgia of alost era. But what happens now in
the era of social media. Someseek to revive the lost by trying to
evoke ancient powers with spells and rituals. However, they can actually achieve what
has vanished in the mists of time. Attempts are vain. The shadows of
(02:28):
old resist being summoned. This theorywhispers about a world that once was where
magic and mystery interwoven with reality.But at what cost, what dark secrets
are hidden behind closed veils who ventureto seek answers can encounter disturbing truths where
what was lost should never have beenfound. The curse of the abandoned lighthouse
(03:06):
on the rugged coast of a remotefishing village served an ancient and collapsed lighthouse.
This lighthouse, once a symbol ofhope for sailors who challenged the treacherous
waters of the Atlantic. Now helay as a silent witness of forgotten times,
the locals avoided his gloomy silhouette,not only because of his physical ruin,
but because of the dark legends thatenveloped him in a work of terror.
(03:29):
They tell the ancient voices that morethan a century ago, the lighthouse
is under the care of Samuel Garret, a respected sailor and father of family.
He lived there with his wife Lisaand his little son Thomas. On
a night of fierce storm, alost plane crashed into the rocks. Samuel,
known for his courage, sailed onhis boat to rescue the shipwreckers.
(03:53):
However, neither the ship' sremains were ever found. Desperate, Elisa
assumed the duty of keeping the lightof the lighthouse on, waiting every night
for the return of her beloved.But the nights turned into weeks and the
weeks turned into months without Samuel returning. Consumed by loneliness and pain, Elisa
(04:14):
began to show signs of growing madness. The villagers claimed to see flickering lights
in the lighthouse tower, even onserene nights, and heard whispers in the
wind that seemed to bear Samuel's name. A few months after Samuel
' s disappearance, Elisa and Thomasmysteriously disappeared without leaving any trace. Since
(04:38):
then, the lighthouse was abandoned toits fate and the porters considered it cursed.
Legends grew over time, warning curiouspeople to stay away from that haunted
place. On a dark autumn night, a group of young people from the
village decided to challenge the curse thatenveloped the lighthouse. Equipped with flashlights and
(04:59):
cameras, they planned to explore itsruins in search of answers and document any
supernatural presence. Among them it wasclear. A young journalist decided to discover
the truth hidden behind the dark legendsof the lighthouse. Upon arriving at the
collapsed structure, the group felt agrowing oppression in the air, the old
steps creaked beneath their feet as theyascended into the darkness surrounding the main hall.
(05:25):
There, between rubble and dust,they found vestiges of past life,
a broken cradle, a discolored dressand a diary covered with clear mold with
trembling hand. He opened the diaryand began reading the last words written by
Elisa. The pages narrated visions ofSamuel, whispers resounding in the night and
(05:46):
a despair that grew with every dayof absence. Suddenly, a gust of
icy wind turned off the lanterns,climbing up the room in a disquieting darkness.
In the shadow they heard hesitant stepsbefore the soft tinting of a lamp
swinging clear with the beating heart,lifted up his chamber and began to record
(06:10):
Through the viewfinder he caught the ghostlyfigure of Samuel Garret rising slowly down the
stairs to the top of the lighthouse. The group, paralyzed by terror,
but driven by the need for answers, followed the spectrum to the top of
the lighthouse. There they saw thefigure of man spectrum with his lamp in
hand, looking at the sea witheternal sadness in their lifeless eyes. Realizing
(06:33):
his presence, the ghost vanished intothe air, leaving only a distant echo
of whispers floating in the wind.At dawn, the group descended the lighthouse,
carrying Lisa' s Powdery diary asa testimony to their encounter. With
the supernatural they had documented every moment, but more than answers, they found
(06:55):
deep respect for the tragedy they hadreturned to the Lighthouse and the Garrette family
from in Tonces. Then the portnever became itself again. The history of
the Lighthouse became a living warning,reminding all the fragility of life and the
powerful bond that persists between the livingand the dead. Although the Lighthouse continued
in its abandonment, the memory ofSamuel Elisa and Tomás Garret remained as an
(07:17):
eternal shadow in the heart of thepeople. The laughter of the spectrum.
I woke up from a restless napthe sleep, starting on my eyelids.
That' s when I heard alaugh, a laugh that shouldn' t
(07:42):
be there. Nobody was home.I was lying on the sofa in my
living room, my back facing theroom, facing the void suddenly, a
male laugh echoed a few rooms behindme. My blood was heard every muscle
in my body was paralyzed. Thelaughter was slow, icy and I felt
(08:03):
Swedish in my soul I was awake. I knew for sure. The TV
was on, but in complete silence, as if it was also holding its
breath. The laughter seemed to comefrom an unsuspected distance, as if it
came from somewhere between this world andthe next. Desperate, I tried to
(08:24):
go back to sleep, hoping thatexhaustion from the headache would drag me back
into oblivion somehow I managed to getit when I woke up my parents were
coming in through the door. Theiralmost real arrival I told them what had
happened with a trembling voice. Wedetermined that it could have been the restless
spirit of a family friend who hadrecently died in a horrible car accident.
(08:48):
He used to take care of meand do jobs in the house. Now
he seemed to be playing with mefrom the afterlife. We were close,
very close. That was thirty yearsago and I never heard that laugh again.
However, there was something else,an experience that I do not yet
dare to reveal. The encounter inthe dark forest secrets between shadows. That
(09:20):
wedding at the castle by the riverwas engraved in my mind as a strange
and dark one. I remember,when we were only fourteen years old,
we arrived by boat to a placethat looked like it was out of a
fairy tale, but we would soondiscover that there was something sinister lurking in
the shadows. The innocent games ofthe children led us to explore the surroundings
(09:41):
of the castle, but soon weventured too far, diving into the dark
forest that was spreading behind the place. As we followed the hot air balloons
floating towards the night sky, theforest closed around us like a twisted maze.
It was then that we saw somethingin which n among the trees,
(10:03):
a figure wrapped in a dark blanketsurrounded by silent men with lanterns emitting a
cold, mortifying light. When oursteps resounded, their gazes crept into us
like sharp knives in the dark.The silence became palpable loaded with a tension
that cut off the air like aknife. The woman and the men seemed
(10:24):
to keep a dark secret, somethingwe should not witness. Fear or my
heart for an instant, but anurgent impulse made me run as fast as
I could closely followed by the otherchildren fleeing in panic. We never knew
who they were or what they weredoing in that forest, but the sense
(10:45):
of discomfort and mystery they left behindhaunted us long after that night. The
memory of your silent and threatening lookschair tormenting me in my darkest nightmares.
(11:05):
How I found out my ex waspossessed. I was barely sixteen when I
started dating this guy. At firsteverything was charm and youth, but as
the months passed, I began tonotice a subtle darkness taking hold of it.
One night after a seemingly normal date, he left me at home as
(11:28):
his car moved back down the driveway. My eyes met the rearview mirror.
There, in the back seat Isaw a shadowy, contorted figure. His
eyes of a fiery red shone withunfathomable malice. An icy chill swept through
(11:50):
my spine and my heart sank intothe abyss of fear. After a few
days, I decided to share myexperience with her mother. The room became
tense as I told him what Ihad seen to his face normally serene darkened
and confessed quietly to me that Ihad also witnessed that demonic presence, stalking
(12:11):
in the shadows behind his desperate sonfor answers with fronte to me ex about
what I had discovered with a calmthat froze me. The soul admitted to
having made a desperate pact to meetwith his mother. He died. At
first, the covenant had fulfilled itspurpose, allowing it to see it briefly
(12:35):
in my spirit, but joy soonturned into horror, when its mother became
a dark and malevolent entity, anentity that now relentlessly pursued it, manifesting
itself as the terrifying figure I sawin his car. I tried to offer
solutions desperately, suggesting spiritual help andexorcisms. However, he rejected the wave.
(13:00):
Any attempt to break free from thisdark influence revealed a more disturbing truth
that had come to enjoy the powerand sense of control that this demonic entity
provided. Since then, our relationshiphas crumbled under the shadow of this cursed
secret. Every encounter with him becamemore terrifying. His eyes now reflected the
(13:24):
inner darkness that slowly consumed him.I often woke up in the middle of
the night feeling the presence of thatdemonic being, as if its influence extended
beyond my ex and began to embracethe world around us our bedroom presence.
(13:52):
It all started out innocently when wemoved into the bedroom for our college internship.
Among our new companions I didn't know a girl with a disturbing
gift there could be ghosts. Fromthe beginning he captivated us with stories about
an old woman who constantly saw aspectral presence that seemed to follow us relentlessly.
(14:13):
At first we treated their stories likecreepy bedroom tales, but their fear
was palpable and soon their sightings becamea topic feared among us. One night
after a grueling day of study,I experienced something that shook my world to
the core. My first encounter withsleep paralysis exhausted and ready to fall into
(14:35):
a deep sleep. I lay downwhile my roommate was still in his books
in the dark. In the gripof paralysis, I found myself awake but
unable to move trapped under a crushingdarkness floating over me there was a gloomy
figure with a malevolent hour. Herfeatures were distorted in a sinister smile,
whispering incomprehensible threats to me, promisingto end my life and reclaim my body
(15:00):
for itself. I fought with allmy might, but my limbs didn'
t answer. My voice was caughtin a silent cry that resonated only in
my tormented mind. When I finallywoke up with the adrenaline still running through
my veins and the cold, pearlysweat on my forehead, I turned to
my roommate, in a state ofalmost paralyzing panic, breathless and trembling.
(15:22):
I asked him why I hadn't woken up during my desperate struggle.
He looked at me with his eyesfull of confusion and concern.“ I
did not hear you scream,”he said slowly,“ but I heard
you laugh manically in your sleep,as if you were in a conversation with
someone who could not see the horrorof that night persisted by casting a dark
(15:46):
and palpable shadow over our bedroom.The old woman, once seen as a
mere appearance, now felt like anoppressive and malevolent presence that lived in the
darkest corners of our reality. Hisinfluence haunted us at every moment reminding us
that some forces are much darker andscarier than we could imagine, and that
fear can manifest itself in ways thatdefy all logic and explanation. This pad
(16:18):
is made in garo studios. Allrights are reserved. Any retransmission must be
subject to any prior permission from itsauthor until the next chapter bye
Welcome to the world of the unknown, a place where reality blurs and the
inexplicable comes to life. Here shadowswhisper ancient secrets and echoes of the past
resonate with forgotten stories. Prepare toenter a universe where every corner hides a
mystery and every step can take youto the edge of the supernatural. On
(00:24):
this journey we will explore the inexplicable, unravel the dark and face the deepest
fears that inhabit the darkest corners ofthe human mind. Turn off the lights,
adjust to your headphones and let yourselfbe wrapped in the whisper of terror.
You are about to cross the thresholdinto the world of the unknown,
where the impossible becomes reality and theunknown sees you from the shadows, between
(00:58):
the veils, that of the usof magic and the forgotten mysteries. You
' ve heard of the old forgottentheory. It is said that, in
ancient times, the veils between ourworld and other kingdoms were thin and waterproof.
A mystical connection to the supernatural allowedmagic to flow freely through the earth
(01:18):
as an invisible thread between the tangibleand the ethereal. In those days,
legends and folk tales were not juststories, they were chronicles, veils of
truths intertwined with fiction. Witch magiciansand haunted creatures flew the landscape into an
era where magic was palpable and fearedalike. However, over time, that
(01:42):
connection faded away. The doors tothose realms were slowly closed like portals sealed
in the dark. The magic,once powerful and omnipresent, faded into mere
shadows of a distant past. Todaythere are only vestiges in children' s
(02:04):
tales and in the nostalgia of alost era. But what happens now in
the era of social media. Someseek to revive the lost by trying to
evoke ancient powers with spells and rituals. However, they can actually achieve what
has vanished in the mists of time. Attempts are vain. The shadows of
(02:28):
old resist being summoned. This theorywhispers about a world that once was where
magic and mystery interwoven with reality.But at what cost, what dark secrets
are hidden behind closed veils who ventureto seek answers can encounter disturbing truths where
what was lost should never have beenfound. The curse of the abandoned lighthouse
(03:06):
on the rugged coast of a remotefishing village served an ancient and collapsed lighthouse.
This lighthouse, once a symbol ofhope for sailors who challenged the treacherous
waters of the Atlantic. Now helay as a silent witness of forgotten times,
the locals avoided his gloomy silhouette,not only because of his physical ruin,
but because of the dark legends thatenveloped him in a work of terror.
(03:29):
They tell the ancient voices that morethan a century ago, the lighthouse
is under the care of Samuel Garret, a respected sailor and father of family.
He lived there with his wife Lisaand his little son Thomas. On
a night of fierce storm, alost plane crashed into the rocks. Samuel,
known for his courage, sailed onhis boat to rescue the shipwreckers.
(03:53):
However, neither the ship' sremains were ever found. Desperate, Elisa
assumed the duty of keeping the lightof the lighthouse on, waiting every night
for the return of her beloved.But the nights turned into weeks and the
weeks turned into months without Samuel returning. Consumed by loneliness and pain, Elisa
(04:14):
began to show signs of growing madness. The villagers claimed to see flickering lights
in the lighthouse tower, even onserene nights, and heard whispers in the
wind that seemed to bear Samuel's name. A few months after Samuel
' s disappearance, Elisa and Thomasmysteriously disappeared without leaving any trace. Since
(04:38):
then, the lighthouse was abandoned toits fate and the porters considered it cursed.
Legends grew over time, warning curiouspeople to stay away from that haunted
place. On a dark autumn night, a group of young people from the
village decided to challenge the curse thatenveloped the lighthouse. Equipped with flashlights and
(04:59):
cameras, they planned to explore itsruins in search of answers and document any
supernatural presence. Among them it wasclear. A young journalist decided to discover
the truth hidden behind the dark legendsof the lighthouse. Upon arriving at the
collapsed structure, the group felt agrowing oppression in the air, the old
steps creaked beneath their feet as theyascended into the darkness surrounding the main hall.
(05:25):
There, between rubble and dust,they found vestiges of past life,
a broken cradle, a discolored dressand a diary covered with clear mold with
trembling hand. He opened the diaryand began reading the last words written by
Elisa. The pages narrated visions ofSamuel, whispers resounding in the night and
(05:46):
a despair that grew with every dayof absence. Suddenly, a gust of
icy wind turned off the lanterns,climbing up the room in a disquieting darkness.
In the shadow they heard hesitant stepsbefore the soft tinting of a lamp
swinging clear with the beating heart,lifted up his chamber and began to record
(06:10):
Through the viewfinder he caught the ghostlyfigure of Samuel Garret rising slowly down the
stairs to the top of the lighthouse. The group, paralyzed by terror,
but driven by the need for answers, followed the spectrum to the top of
the lighthouse. There they saw thefigure of man spectrum with his lamp in
hand, looking at the sea witheternal sadness in their lifeless eyes. Realizing
(06:33):
his presence, the ghost vanished intothe air, leaving only a distant echo
of whispers floating in the wind.At dawn, the group descended the lighthouse,
carrying Lisa' s Powdery diary asa testimony to their encounter. With
the supernatural they had documented every moment, but more than answers, they found
(06:55):
deep respect for the tragedy they hadreturned to the Lighthouse and the Garrette family
from in Tonces. Then the portnever became itself again. The history of
the Lighthouse became a living warning,reminding all the fragility of life and the
powerful bond that persists between the livingand the dead. Although the Lighthouse continued
in its abandonment, the memory ofSamuel Elisa and Tomás Garret remained as an
(07:17):
eternal shadow in the heart of thepeople. The laughter of the spectrum.
I woke up from a restless napthe sleep, starting on my eyelids.
That' s when I heard alaugh, a laugh that shouldn' t
(07:42):
be there. Nobody was home.I was lying on the sofa in my
living room, my back facing theroom, facing the void suddenly, a
male laugh echoed a few rooms behindme. My blood was heard every muscle
in my body was paralyzed. Thelaughter was slow, icy and I felt
(08:03):
Swedish in my soul I was awake. I knew for sure. The TV
was on, but in complete silence, as if it was also holding its
breath. The laughter seemed to comefrom an unsuspected distance, as if it
came from somewhere between this world andthe next. Desperate, I tried to
(08:24):
go back to sleep, hoping thatexhaustion from the headache would drag me back
into oblivion somehow I managed to getit when I woke up my parents were
coming in through the door. Theiralmost real arrival I told them what had
happened with a trembling voice. Wedetermined that it could have been the restless
spirit of a family friend who hadrecently died in a horrible car accident.
(08:48):
He used to take care of meand do jobs in the house. Now
he seemed to be playing with mefrom the afterlife. We were close,
very close. That was thirty yearsago and I never heard that laugh again.
However, there was something else,an experience that I do not yet
dare to reveal. The encounter inthe dark forest secrets between shadows. That
(09:20):
wedding at the castle by the riverwas engraved in my mind as a strange
and dark one. I remember,when we were only fourteen years old,
we arrived by boat to a placethat looked like it was out of a
fairy tale, but we would soondiscover that there was something sinister lurking in
the shadows. The innocent games ofthe children led us to explore the surroundings
(09:41):
of the castle, but soon weventured too far, diving into the dark
forest that was spreading behind the place. As we followed the hot air balloons
floating towards the night sky, theforest closed around us like a twisted maze.
It was then that we saw somethingin which n among the trees,
(10:03):
a figure wrapped in a dark blanketsurrounded by silent men with lanterns emitting a
cold, mortifying light. When oursteps resounded, their gazes crept into us
like sharp knives in the dark.The silence became palpable loaded with a tension
that cut off the air like aknife. The woman and the men seemed
(10:24):
to keep a dark secret, somethingwe should not witness. Fear or my
heart for an instant, but anurgent impulse made me run as fast as
I could closely followed by the otherchildren fleeing in panic. We never knew
who they were or what they weredoing in that forest, but the sense
(10:45):
of discomfort and mystery they left behindhaunted us long after that night. The
memory of your silent and threatening lookschair tormenting me in my darkest nightmares.
(11:05):
How I found out my ex waspossessed. I was barely sixteen when I
started dating this guy. At firsteverything was charm and youth, but as
the months passed, I began tonotice a subtle darkness taking hold of it.
One night after a seemingly normal date, he left me at home as
(11:28):
his car moved back down the driveway. My eyes met the rearview mirror.
There, in the back seat Isaw a shadowy, contorted figure. His
eyes of a fiery red shone withunfathomable malice. An icy chill swept through
(11:50):
my spine and my heart sank intothe abyss of fear. After a few
days, I decided to share myexperience with her mother. The room became
tense as I told him what Ihad seen to his face normally serene darkened
and confessed quietly to me that Ihad also witnessed that demonic presence, stalking
(12:11):
in the shadows behind his desperate sonfor answers with fronte to me ex about
what I had discovered with a calmthat froze me. The soul admitted to
having made a desperate pact to meetwith his mother. He died. At
first, the covenant had fulfilled itspurpose, allowing it to see it briefly
(12:35):
in my spirit, but joy soonturned into horror, when its mother became
a dark and malevolent entity, anentity that now relentlessly pursued it, manifesting
itself as the terrifying figure I sawin his car. I tried to offer
solutions desperately, suggesting spiritual help andexorcisms. However, he rejected the wave.
(13:00):
Any attempt to break free from thisdark influence revealed a more disturbing truth
that had come to enjoy the powerand sense of control that this demonic entity
provided. Since then, our relationshiphas crumbled under the shadow of this cursed
secret. Every encounter with him becamemore terrifying. His eyes now reflected the
(13:24):
inner darkness that slowly consumed him.I often woke up in the middle of
the night feeling the presence of thatdemonic being, as if its influence extended
beyond my ex and began to embracethe world around us our bedroom presence.
(13:52):
It all started out innocently when wemoved into the bedroom for our college internship.
Among our new companions I didn't know a girl with a disturbing
gift there could be ghosts. Fromthe beginning he captivated us with stories about
an old woman who constantly saw aspectral presence that seemed to follow us relentlessly.
(14:13):
At first we treated their stories likecreepy bedroom tales, but their fear
was palpable and soon their sightings becamea topic feared among us. One night
after a grueling day of study,I experienced something that shook my world to
the core. My first encounter withsleep paralysis exhausted and ready to fall into
(14:35):
a deep sleep. I lay downwhile my roommate was still in his books
in the dark. In the gripof paralysis, I found myself awake but
unable to move trapped under a crushingdarkness floating over me there was a gloomy
figure with a malevolent hour. Herfeatures were distorted in a sinister smile,
whispering incomprehensible threats to me, promisingto end my life and reclaim my body
(15:00):
for itself. I fought with allmy might, but my limbs didn'
t answer. My voice was caughtin a silent cry that resonated only in
my tormented mind. When I finallywoke up with the adrenaline still running through
my veins and the cold, pearlysweat on my forehead, I turned to
my roommate, in a state ofalmost paralyzing panic, breathless and trembling.
(15:22):
I asked him why I hadn't woken up during my desperate struggle.
He looked at me with his eyesfull of confusion and concern.“ I
did not hear you scream,”he said slowly,“ but I heard
you laugh manically in your sleep,as if you were in a conversation with
someone who could not see the horrorof that night persisted by casting a dark
(15:46):
and palpable shadow over our bedroom.The old woman, once seen as a
mere appearance, now felt like anoppressive and malevolent presence that lived in the
darkest corners of our reality. Hisinfluence haunted us at every moment reminding us
that some forces are much darker andscarier than we could imagine, and that
fear can manifest itself in ways thatdefy all logic and explanation. This pad
(16:18):
is made in garo studios. Allrights are reserved. Any retransmission must be
subject to any prior permission from itsauthor until the next chapter bye
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