Haunted Europe
It’s the first ever OAA spooky story contest…
Haunted Europe:
A Spooky Season Contest
Here's how it works:
Send in YOUR absolutely, 100% true spooky ghost stories from your European travels!
We will post them right here! And we’ll make sure to raise the alarm on our FB and Instagram whenever there are new submissions!
Our crack team of ghost story experts will choose our faves, and one day before Halloween, Oct. 30, we will announce the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winners!
And my goodness you could get some FAB prizes!
1st place winner: an OAA t-shirt and 40% off any travel plan
2nd place winner: 20% off any travel plan
3rd place winner: 10% off any travel plan
So what are you waiting for?? Send in those spine-tingling stories of ghosts who made their presence known to you in Europe! I'll be kicking off the fun later on tonight (spooooky) with my two personal favorites (and coincidentally the only two I have), so watch this space!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
Edinburgh Entities
by Mina W
Is this a ghost story, or a figment of my imagination? All I know is, I became a believer in ghosts after my second visit to Edinburgh, Scotland.
My husband, kids (aged 7 and 5), mother-in-law, and I travelled to Edinburgh to attend the wedding of a family friend. We stayed in a flat just outside of Old Town, a perfect spot to walk to the medieval buildings and cobbled passageways of that enchanting city.
One evening, while helping my younger one in the bath, I heard a voice whispering near my ear. I thought perhaps it was jet lag getting the better of me, but it happened again when I was in the bathroom alone. What unnerved me the most was that it was loud enough to hear, but not quite loud enough to understand what was said. I told my (non-believing) husband, who said that the whispers were reminding me to wash my hands.
Another evening, my 5 year old and I remained at the flat while the others visited the newlyweds and their parents. After reading the 10th bedtime story, I heard what I assumed was my family returning earlier than expected. I came to the hall to greet them, but…no one was there. I figured I was mistaken, and went back to reading. Again, I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I went out to see, and… again, nothing. I told myself I was hearing the people above, then remembered that there was no apartment above us. We were on the top floor. A little unsettled, I returned to the bedtime stories. Then it happened again. It was not just the distinct sounds of footsteps; I felt the presence of someone. Not wanting to frighten my child, I remained calm while hearing the footsteps again, and again, and again. I started reading with my kid and I under the covers.
Eventually, my family returned, and all was well. I told my husband what I had heard and felt, but never told the kids.
Years later, my my older daughter informed us that in the flat in Edinburgh, she saw a black apparition floating above the bed where her grandma was lying. Being 7 years old at the time, she wasn’t afraid. The memory scares her now.
