Spookslot (Haunted Castle)

04-09-2022: Spookslot will be closing for good to be replaced by Dance Macabre

Spookslot (The Haunted Castle)

When the bell in the Haunted Castle tolls, the graves start to creak and the ghosts start to feel restless as their pasts torment them. This marks the start of a bone-jangling show.

360 Panorama View

Indoor attraction
Not recommended for children over the age of 8

Relive the experience in this 360 VR POV!

Accessibility

Wheelchair users can enter through the usual entrance.

Translation

The below dialogue is played right before admittance to the main show. This dialogue is spoken in Dutch. Please find below a translation for your benefit.

"Long, long ago, when in times of storm and high water the Maas could still reach the foot of this fortress, the fourth Viscount of Kaatsheuvel Capelle lived in this castle.

He collected fairy tales and legends from around the world and ... practiced magic. He could make the flowers sing and the walls dance. There was only one obstacle in his life, the wicked witch Visculamia. She lived under lock and key in nearby Druinen.

She wanted to take his tales away from him. One day, when the witch was on the prowl disguised as an untempered young maiden, she was caught by the gardener of castle 'De Efteling. By the three judges of the Duchy she was condemned to the stake in the eastern wing of the palace.

With her last breath she spoke a curse in which the Viscount was doomed forever to find his last story ...: his daughter, Esmeralda.

And every time the water of the Maas rises, the enchanted crow of Visculamia strikes the clock at twelve. Then the corpse of the gardener who betrayed her dangles from the bell cord again. The judges who condemned her, wail from the attic window and in the catacombs the count chases his daughter, without ever finding her...

While the flowers sing and the walls dance. The witch's throws her curses into the sarcophagus where the remains of the Count lie trapped. On the south hill of the yard his daughter will find no peace. And this will continue for many a year, until the song of flowers the owls’ eyes doth close, lulls the evil crow, and the curse is broken ...."