You can’t have a country filled with castles, famous legends and moody lochs (plus whisky!) without the odd spooky story.
Our historic buildings, legendary characters and eerie landscapes are the perfect ingredients for a mysterious story – which may be truth or myth. Crathes Castle has the Green Lady, Edinburgh Castle has a headless drummer and of course, Loch Ness has its monster.
Many of these tales have been whispered into ears for
hundreds of years. But there’s always space for a new spooky story!
So, over to you. Write us your best spooky Scottish story in 50 words or less and see if you can terrify our community members the most!
Make sure to like your favourite too, so we can see who’s the spookiest Scotland-lover of all!
(A performance of Macbeth at Glamis Castle, Angus)
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One of my best friend’s Mum and Dad ran a Guest House in Edinburgh’s New Town and it was a standing joke that the previous occupant, a dentist called George, still ‘lived’ there in spirit form. No laxative needed when the locked bathroom door opened of its own accord…
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This is a scary feeling based on a recent experience. A ghostly mountain and fearing the unknown!
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I could hear the sound of lingering footsteps. The howling wind helped cast dancing shadows on my shaking tent.
I hid inside my sleeping bag hoping to fall asleep on this Scottish mountain. I could hardly breathe.
If I hear a zipping sound of the door opening I'll scream.
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She said that she was the seventh child of a seventh child and that was apparently the first time that she knew she had some kind of gift
Cold gusts nipped at my neck. Water rippled toward my bare feet at shoreline. The small wave wrapped my ankle in a chilly embrace. Ripples increased and the frigid water climbed up my legs. In the centre of the loch, the water broke, and flaring black nostrils appeared.
She was left there, alone in the dying light, sucked away by the sun. She tried to free herself, but clattered onto the scorched ground. Her brain screamed silently. Was anyone there? All was silent, save for the fizzing loch. Then, she saw too late that, approaching her in the black, were pairs of flaming red eyes...
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Razorbills barked in the moonlight. She turned and ran, ran away from the ghostly silence that pounded her ears, ran down the tunnel to the sea. Her shoes slid on the slippery stones, and she sunk, down, down into the depths below. The girl silently screamed, screamed for an eternity.
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The Crofters Who Weren't There
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a couple standing in the little field at the gable end of the croft. He was broadcasting in the original sense of the word: throwing seed from a tray looped round his neck. She had a long skirt and bonnet. I thought it odd, as they both looked so old fashioned.
A few days later I passed by once again in the car, looked again, and was amazed to see the field was neglected, green with pasture and weeds and obviously uncultivated. I’m not even sure the croft was occupied.
So what had I seen? Like I said, I was tired - and the couple did look like the sort of illustrations you see in old books about crofting. Obviously(?) I imagined something that wasn't there.
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