El Crucifijo de Medianoche (Relatos de Semana Santa)

But what is more difficult to see before the day, a dream I woke up, I went through the window and saw something, something walking between the shadows, something that was dedicated to my house.

“Buenas noches comunidades bienvenidos a estos episodios de Semana Cente, no sé si les voy a encontrar de vacaciones descansando o simplemente trabajando chamandole como siempre,”

pero espero que estén del mejor humor para escucharnos. Y si no si pasan por un momento difícil pues gracias por dejarnos estar ahí, y acompañarlos para pasarlo dos juntos. Les siguientes historias suceden en días como estos en Semana Cente, y es que es un tiempo muy espirituales, donde todo está muy cerca, muy, muy cerca. Hasta yo tengo historias de Semana Cente que pronto, muy pronto les voy a contar. Pero ahora es momento de continuar, no hay que perder el tiempo, porque nos esperan grandes historias esta noche.

Así que espero que están listos, listas, porque ya comienzan los siguientes relatos de la noche. O la comunidad, esto que voy a contar ocurrió cuando yo era niño, pero cada Semana Cente lo recuerdo con mucha claridad.

Y a Buenas siempre decía que había cosas que uno debía hacer aunque no entendiera por qué, y uno que le pregunté demasiado, hasta que una noche descubrí que tenía razón.

Nosotros vivíamos en una casa que quedaba pegado un pantión literalmente pegada.

“La parte de atrás de la casa tenía una rica que daba directo hacia las tumbas.”

Mi papás siempre decía que esa casa había sido muy barata precisamente por eso, pero que para nosotros era conveniente porque cruzando el pantión yo llegaba muy rápido a la escuela. Desde Muchico recuerdo una costumbre de mi abuela. Todas las noches, justo a media noche tomaba un crucifijo pequeño que guardaba en un mueble de la sala, lleno de sus santos, y caminaba hasta la puerta de reja que daba hacia el pantión.

Lo colocaba allí, colocado de un clavo que estaba junto al marco de la puerta.

Nunca se ha ruido ni no se sienada.

Solo salía y lo ponía allí, y lo recogía ya en la mañana. Yo lo vía desde ese niño siempre me dio curiosidad,

“pero cuando le preguntaba para que lo hacía ella respondía lo mismo.”

Eso no costumbre vieja nada más. Eso y nunca explicó más. Con los años dejó de hacerlo algunas noches porque ya estaba grande le doyan mucho las piernas, pero siempre que llegaba hace manazanta era muy extricta con eso. No pudía faltar el crucifijo.

Por más mal que se sintiera, por más a doloría que endubiera. Todas las noches de semana Santa salía y lo colocaba. En el 2009 me abuelas enfermo. Lo tuvieron que llevar a los pitales y empezó en peorar muy rápido. Un día antes de que se le llevaron, me llamó su cuarto y me pidió algo.

Me dijo que mientras ella no estuviera en casa, yo debía ponerle el crucifijo en la puerta de la reja todas las noches. No me explicó nada más. Solo me dijo que lo hiciera exactamente como ella lo hacía. Yo tenía miedo de hacerlo porque esa puerta daba directos el panteón y de noche

todo se vía completamente oscuro. Apenas y distinguían las cruces y algunas lapidas blancas entre los árboles. Algunas y lo hice. Todas las noches a media noche, que mina hasta la puerta, colgaba el crucifijo

y regresaba corriendo a la casa. Siempre tiene la sensación de que alguien estaba mirándose el panteón. No había nada, pero como que sentía esa mirada. Pasaron algunas semanas así, hasta que llegó ese manacenta.

Yo bailar ya no volvió a la casa. Murió el vierneso en el 2019. Es ese día fue muy confuso para todos. His papá siga alimentando en los pitales, hablando con médicos, arreglando papeles.

En la tarde regresaron a la casa un momento y luego volvió a salir para terminar los trámites.

Ella de estos años, mayor que yo.

“Estabamos en la sala viendo la televisión cuando nos hicimos cuenta de que ya era tarde.”

Nadie estaba pensando en otras cosas que me abuela. Ni siquiera está poniendo tensión a lo que veíamos en la tele. Lo poníamos para nuestra insiliencio. Lo poníamos para secundos otros no pensar en la muerte en que se había ido, pero evidentemente no funcionó.

Y por eso, que lo que esa noche yo olvidé poner el crucifio. Siempre me pasó. Estaba como aturdido por el dolor, por la sorpresa. No sé qué ahora fue exactamente con escuchamos el ruido. Pues el sonido de la reja, abriéndose.

Era un sonido muy claro, como con Dalgint pucha una puerta vieja de metal.

Y hermana y yo nos quedamos en silencio.

Sabíamos perfectamente que puerta era, porque la de enfrente era de madera. Y no, a la que son nada no era esa.

“La puerta que se abrió es la que daba al panteón.”

Nos levantamos, y nosotros tomamos por la ventana que daba hacia el patio de atrás. Y ahí fue cuando vimos que había varias personas caminando entre las tumbas. Caminaban lentamente casi en fila, dirigiendo hacia nuestra casa. hacia la rica había esta de par en par. No pude distinguir bien sus caras.

La luz de la luna apenas iluminaba las iluetas, pero eran claramente personas. Vimos que entraron al patio por la rica.

Y venían directos en la puerta trasera de la casa.

La de la cocina. Y hermana me agarró del brazo y me preguntó que estaba pasando. Yo tampoco entendía nada, pero ni si un miento recorde algo. El crucifico.

Corría hacia la sala.

“Lo tomé de la mesa donde simple lo dejábamos y fui hasta la puerta de la cocina.”

Al menos ahí lo colqué en el marco, justo frente a la puerta. En cuanto lo hice, escuchamos algo afuera. eran boces. Varias boces al mismo tiempo. Sonaba como si quisieran hablar.

Como si intentaron decirse algo entre ellas, pero las palabras no salían completas. Era un murcho extraño entre cortado que venía del otro lado de la puerta. Y hermana empezó llorallos que damos ahí.

Sin overnos. Las boces si quiera durante un rato. No sé cuánto tiempo pose exactamente. Pero recuerdo ver visto el reloj de la cocina cuando finalmente se cayaron.

Las tres de la mañana. Después de eso no volvimos a escuchar nada. Un rato más tarde llegaron mis papas. Les contamos todo lo que había pasado, pero no nos creyeron.

Pensaron que habíamos imaginado cosas por el miedo o por todo lo que estaba pasando con mi apuela. Cuando mi papá fue revisar el patio, yo algo que sí le llamó la tensión. La puerta de Reja quedaba ser panteón esta favierta.

Después de esa noche nunca volvimos a hablar mucho del tema. Pero yo sé que haciendo lo que me abuela me pidió. Y nunca nadie me lo impidió o me preguntó porque durante los cinco años que vivimos todavía en esa casa todas las noches a la media noche

colgaba el crucifico en la puerta. Nunca volví a olvidar hacerlo. Y aunque tampoco nunca volvimos a ver algo como que ya noche, toda vía comunidad entre la tución oche.

Cada semana se enta cuando llegan la madrugada, toda vía recuerdo muy bien lo que vi caminando entre las tumbas. Hola, relato será noche. Antes que nada quiero decir que soy una gran fan del canal.

Muchas veces escucho las historias mientras tejos o dibujo y nunca pensé que algún día enviaría una experiencia propia. Yo tenía 16 años cuando pasó. Soy de un pueblo pequeño en Colombia que mucha gente dice, es un pueblo de brujas.

Hace mucho tiempo se encuentran los mayores

y, entonces, los pobladores son muy supersticiosos.

“dicen que en ciertas fechas sobre todo en se manazenta”

hay que tener cuidado porque pueden pasar cosas extrañas. Había que entre el pueblo que decía que había que protegernos por si el diablo decidía parecerse nuestras casas. La noche del jueves Santos estaba costada en mi cama,

sol en casa, enviando a mensajes con un amigo. Todas también silencio cuando, de pronto, empezaron a golpear la puerta principal de la casa. Gulpes fuertes.

Al principio pensé que era mi hermano.

En ese tipo que estaría mucho tomada ya veces solida a llevarse a la llave.

“Así que cuando regresaba tocaba la puerta”

para que alguien le abriera. Escríame a mígo que me esperaron un momento que iba a abrir la mi hermano. Se lida en mi cuarto y cruce las alas y le encender la luz. La casa estaba muy oscura,

pero aún no le da miedo a la oscuridad cuando se siente y a salvo. En casa. Antes de abrir la puerta me sumé por la ventana para asegurarme de que sí fuera mi hermano.

Pero afuera no había nadie. Me quedé mirándose afuera unos segundos. La calle estaba completamente vacía. No había nadie. Y aún así los culpes seguían.

Yo estaba viendo si afuera. Piendo claramente que no había nadie frente a la puerta. Y los culpes se seguían escuchando. Sinbrándola puerta. Me quedé mirándola.

Me quedé mirándola. Me quedé mirándola. and he is listening, he is burning the door and every time he is stronger, he is stronger. He does not seem to be talking to the muttians, he was more like if he was shooting the door of that fire. He felt like he was paralyzed, I had to go there without knowing what to do.

So, he reacted to the fire, the door was inside the door, the first one that was burned.

The door was burned. He said, "Some people are more and more and more afraid of me." He reported me, I was going down the stairs and I pushed him back to the middle, I heard him, I was like, "I'm burning the door of the house." I don't remember what now, I don't think I'm asleep, but I just woke up.

The next morning my mom saw me very tired. She had the eyes closed and the body was empty, so I asked her what happened. She told me everything she saw happened. She saw me with a very serious expression that everything had happened and told me something that was not expected.

“She said, "That's why I didn't have to build the door. I didn't do this to you and you're sleeping. I don't know what happened."”

That night I had no choice but to be impossible. Every time I closed my eyes and woke up the door, I woke up the middle night. That night I woke up the middle night and I heard something. They were too much. They came from the room. They opened my eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I'm trying to listen to you better."

So, I wanted to go there. This time is much more clear. It was a strange, very strange thing. She said, "I didn't understand anything. I can't describe it well as it was. I just wanted a horrible voice, as if I were to talk to him and listen to him." She started crying at the middle. She said, "I'm talking to him in the room. A few meters away from the room."

So, she was crying again. The doors are open. The same door, the same sound of the night.

I don't know how much time passed. At some point, all of a sudden, the voice I've heard, the door is open. I don't move the bed. I hope you'll enjoy listening to my family. When my mom saw that morning, she was afraid that she'd be the best. She hugged me.

“I never forget what you felt after that night that I had passed.”

While I had told myself something I must remember. I love it. I'm talking to myself because Jesus is dead. And I didn't leave you. I don't have anything to tell you about what happened to that morning. I said, "Nothing."

I only hugged me and cried again. During the next night, I slept with her. I didn't regret until I ended up walking. Even when I slept with her, I couldn't see her. Sometimes I dreamed that she wouldn't be able to see me.

A figure, black, tall, and very strong.

And in that dream, I always wanted to hear that voice.

The same voice I spoke about in the room, I called her every evening. My dear community, my dear community, thanks for listening to me. Please tell us in the comments,

if these days they'll have the opportunity to come out, where they'll come from, if they'll take care of it. And if you don't like that, they don't have the opportunity to rest.

Although it's a little bit. I know there's a lot of Catholic people in our agency and it's a very important time. And I can enjoy it for everyone. Sometimes, a very serious person told me

what God is for. That figure we create for others is the universe. The earth is the love.

It's the meaning of life.

A certain thing we live, the good and evil, has a reason to be.

“And I think it's not bad to look at that.”

That's what it is for everyone. If you can do it, connect with that spiritual world. If someone has an opportunity, because many people search for difficult moments.

But I tell you, this same person that we have to learn to know is the light. God knows what it is for you. Even when you don't have the courage.

And with this, I'm telling you that creating something specific, or in some of the truth, you can even serve them. I just tell you that,

for its good moment. In fin, I would like to talk about the most profound systems of the universe with you, but we come to hear stories of horror.

So let's continue, with more stories. This night. My name is Valeri.

“I'm going to tell you what happened last week.”

I went to visit my family to a town of Aome in Sinalua. I had to be three years old, so everything felt different. Like when I was young,

it's a place that knows well, but at the same time, and it's not used to it. This afternoon, I told you,

that I have a friend to come to a place. I told you that there was a place of Snacks in the village of Aome that was good. So we went there.

It was like 20 minutes from the town. We arrived all day, with some people here. We saw food, some drinks,

some drinks, and we went there a lot of times. We went to the day, with everything that had happened in those years. Who had changed,

who had changed, who had realized, the fact that we are not the town,

is what always comes to mind

when you meet someone after a long time. The environment was made very quiet, in the normal way, absolutely nothing.

After we decided to return, it was almost 11.45 pm from the night when we were there. At that time, it was almost nothing in the street,

and when we were going to the church, it felt the change. It had not changed, and the security was quite deep.

about the path that illuminates us,

“to the beautiful, lovely, beautiful mountains,”

trees, trees, and that kind of dream that we had in the air when the night is still tired, and we are going to walk without a problem. Speaking of any things,

when we closed a curve, before we arrived at a river, we saw something from the front.

First, it seems to me a shadow moving

in the middle of the car. My friend is at the side of where under the speed, and then we were the best. He was a man mounted a horse,

who was crossing the line of the path. And well, at the beginning, I don't seem to be scared. We thought that could be the other way around

that he returned his house, or someone who had been taking care of him, and he was already returning to that path. In that place, all would be seen in many horses,

so it was also something that wouldn't be bad for us. A simple path that was reduced to pass the speed to avoid it. We were close to a little bit

until the car was shut down. Then, when we saw it,

“and then, when everything started to feel bad,”

the first thing we call attention was our eyes.

It wasn't normal. They brought the speed to a very strange shape, like when the headlights of the car illuminate our eyes in an animal in the world and reflect on the light.

This kind of brilliance, intense, but a little too, I don't complain. And an extra brilliance of the eyes.

To try to understand that it was happening, but I don't know if there were any infections. It was like if your head was in your head to take care of you for something, like a hole that fell on the sides.

I didn't know my mouth was in your head. Only if you're in your head. And that's it.

Let's go to the sky and say nothing.

At that time, none of the two commented on a word, but we were looking at the silence,

“like trying to process what we were going to see.”

We advanced a few meters further, and then we looked at the other view. And there it was, the eyes were all covered behind us. I don't know if we could see it,

because the car had advanced quite a bit, but it didn't happen. That thing was there. Exactly the same. I don't know if you were a little younger.

It was like if the distance was not changed, like if you were stuck to us, look at the other view behind us, and then there it was. I don't care how much we thought we were going

and how fast we were going to go. I don't know what it was behind. At that moment, the environment inside the car changed completely, and the air is felt,

of your feeling, the air is felt, nobody said anything, only heard the engine running, a little bit more than before.

We had something. A light. We passed a little bit, which was the noise of the car. The people from there will recognize it.

There are hundreds of images. Some of the sensors, sensors and flores. I already know how to respond. One of the two, we are exactly the same people.

But at that moment, you can see that the car, we have a strange feeling of relief, as if, for an instant,

the fear of being calmed down, as if we were to find help. I wanted to look at the other view, and there was nothing. The horse was not there.

The Chinese thanks to God so little. The roof behind us was completely empty. There was a feeling of the same, especially when we left. We were thinking to reach the river,

and everything was still the same. The sound of the water was heard, and the path of the same seemed to be more solitude than before. At the moment, you had the feeling,

the fear of being calmed down, and the path of being calmed down, as if the place where you were, or as if we were to observe you from the point of the mountain, but you didn't want to appear.

I tried to try to understand the tension making a promise.

I told my friend, that if we had seen you, it was a fantasy,

“and the one that we didn't forget to appear further.”

In front of the road, I thought it was true, but I didn't do it.

If I had the feeling of being calmed down,

and it was there when we started to talk about what we had seen, we decided on the same. I didn't have an explanation, normal. I couldn't do anything real.

One of the two had seen it,

“and the two remembered exactly the same.”

Especially those eyes. That's bad, those eyes shining in the darkness. The two felt that it was clear, directly in us. When we arrived,

the people of whom went to his house, they didn't have any of the two to sleep.

“And until today we were remembering the same.”

As if it were past yesterday. So, I understood something that many times we heard from the people of those eyes,

but I never thought it was too serious.

I don't know if it's true. It's better not to go out of the night. Thank you for listening to us as a community. We hope that this morning our vacations and your days are over.

And especially for what comes to life, they have a lot of attention. I hope you don't have a day. See you in the next episode. Thank you for listening to us as a community.

Thank you for listening to us as a community. Thank you for listening to us as a community.