Cape Town is a place of beauty but our history is not without its scary aspects. The past has left behind a few stories that might send a chill down your spine.

Here are a few lesser told tales of Cape Town’s ominous past.

1. Tokai Manor House

As a designated National Monument, Tokai Manor House presents a pristine vision of 18th-century Cape elegance. But beneath this dignified facade lies a tragic secret that refuses to be confined to the history books. The house is home to a spectral echo of one fateful night, a celebration that time itself has been unable to end.

The story tells of the Eksteen family, whose vibrant soirées were the talk of the Cape. During a particularly raucous New Year’s Eve in the early 1900s, a young nobleman, Frederick Eksteen, was dared to a display of drunken bravado: to ride his horse through the grand living room. He succeeded to the cheers of the crowd, but the festivities turned to tragedy in an instant. Spooked by the cacophony, the horse bolted, tumbling down the veranda steps and dragging Frederick to his death.

It is said that the memory of that night has seeped into the very foundations of the manor. Staff and visitors report disembodied sounds—the ghostly murmur of drunken laughter, the unmistakable clatter of horse hooves on hard floors. Most chilling of all are the accounts of a spectral apparition: a man on horseback, forever captured in his moment of tragic triumph, seen galloping across the grounds in the early hours of the morning, as if answering a challenge that echoes through eternity, especially as each New Year dawns.

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2. Ghost House of Rondebosch

Standing stark and solitary amidst the lush, leafy streets of Rondebosch is a three-story Edwardian anomaly—a dwelling that seems to reject the very sunlight that touches it. While its architectural peers have been embraced by the modern era, this house remains a fortress of a bygone age, holding onto a darkness that is more than its creepy architecture.

The home’s unsettling aura projects an atmosphere of malice. Local lore insists that during the 1970s, the house was the sanctum for a cult, its rooms a stage for rituals and sinister activities whose precise nature has been lost to time, but whose resonant energy has not. It is as if their ceremonies left a permanent stain on the fabric of the building, an imprint that repels life and attracts something else entirely.

Those who dare to approach its rusted gates speak of a palpable sense of being watched from the vacant windows. Some have glimpsed the spectral form of an old man drifting through the dusty rooms, a silent guardian of a terrible history. Others report the distinct, unexplained sound of doors opening and closing shut within the empty shell, suggesting that whatever took root there in the 1970s never truly left, and that the house is far from vacant.

3. Groote Schuur Hospital

Nestled in the formidable shadow of Devil’s Peak, Groote Schuur Hospital stands as a monument to medical advancement. Yet, within its sprawling, century-old walls, a different kind of presence is said to linger. This is not merely the expected sorrow of a place of healing, but something more persistent—a collection of souls seemingly unaware their duty has ended.

The stories whispered by patients and staff alike suggest the hospital operates on two planes. There are accounts of compassionate care from nurses who appear on no official roster, their shifts eternal. A more sorrowful figure, a sister described only by her haunting ‘white eyes,’ is said to wander the halls she once walked in life. But perhaps most poignant is the helpful ‘Sister Fatima,’ a benevolent spirit still attempting to aid the living by tending to patients from unattended trolleys, and the troubled essence of a man whose desperate attempt to escape ended in a fatal fall, forever trapped within the walls he tried to flee.

It begs the question: when the lights flicker in a silent corridor, is it a fault in the wiring, or a glimpse into the timeless vigil of Groote Schuur’s most devoted permanent residents.

4. Greenpoint Lighthouse

As the oldest operational lighthouse in Southern Africa, the iconic red-and-white tower of Green Point is a beloved beacon of guidance. Yet, local lore suggests its light does more than just warn ships of rocky shores; it may also illuminate the path for a restless soul trapped within its historic walls.

The story tells of a dedicated lighthouse keeper named W.S. West, who vanished from his post under circumstances lost to time. Though his body was never found, his presence is said to have never truly left. He is known as ‘Daddy West,’ a one-legged figure whose spectral form is sometimes glimpsed, and whose disembodied voice is heard echoing softly along the spiral staircase long after midnight.

The tales were compelling enough that in 2014, the Cape Town Paranormal Investigations Unit undertook a formal investigation. They returned with an audio recording—a chilling, demonic voice captured in the empty tower. For many, this provides a disturbing layer of evidence, suggesting that the lighthouse’s most faithful keeper is still tending his flame, not in this world, but in another, his vigil having become an eternal sentence.

5. Rust en Vreugd

Now a serene gallery showcasing priceless art, Rust en Vreugd’s white-walled elegance belies a past steeped in corruption and sorrow. Built in the 1700s for a dubious official of the Dutch East India Company, the house seems to have retained the negative energy of its foundation, making the art on display only part of its collection; the rest is a permanent, spectral exhibition.

Visitors to the museum often become unwilling participants in its haunted history. Many report the unmistakable, gentle tap of a hand on their shoulder, only to turn and find the room behind them empty. The sound of phantom footsteps is a common companion for those wandering the quiet halls. The ground floor is haunted by the ethereal form of a woman drifting silently between rooms, while another—a figure of palpable grief—is seen glaring down from an upstairs window, an empty cot standing ominously beside her.

Perhaps most telling, however, is the reaction of animals. Dogs, sensitive to energies unseen by human eyes, are said to take a great and immediate disliking to the portrait of Lord Charles Somerset, a former resident. They repeatedly snarl and growl at the painted visage, suggesting that the corruption and sorrow embedded in these walls has a face, and its presence is far from peaceful.

6. Castle of Good Hope

As the oldest surviving colonial building in South Africa, the Castle of Good Hope stands as a formidable stone chronicle of Cape Town’s founding. But within its star-shaped bastions and shadowy courtyards, the past is not a mere relic; it is a palpable, restless force. The castle’s rich history is interwoven with threads of violence and despair, and many believe the souls of those who suffered within its walls are condemned to an eternal garrison.

Among the most prominent is the bitter ghost of Governor Van Noordt, a man of unyielding severity who ordered several soldiers to be hanged. Legend claims one of the condemned laid a dying curse upon him, and the Governor was found dead of a heart attack mere hours later. His tyrannical spirit, it seems, is now a prisoner of the very fortress he once commanded, his angry presence felt by staff and visitors alike.

But he is not alone. Phantom manifestations are numerous: an aggressive black dog that appears only to vanish into thin air, and desperate, shuffling voices that emanate from the “Dark Hole,” a subterranean chamber dedicated to torture. Most hauntingly, the bell in the Bell Tower—walled up centuries ago after a soldier hanged himself from its rope—is said to still ring out on occasion, a solitary, mournful knell for lives lost, tolled by an unseen hand.

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8. Ghost of Elsa Cloete at Kitima Restaurant

Within the historic Hout Bay Manor, now home to the esteemed Kitima restaurant, the ambiance is one of refined tranquility. Yet, this serenity is gently shared with two permanent, spectral residents—a pair of lovers whose story is a timeless tragedy of forbidden romance.

The tale dates to the 1800s, when a young British soldier sought the hand of Elsa Cloete, the daughter of the house. Her father forbade the union, a decree that led to devastating consequences. The soldier, utterly distraught, took his own life by hanging from an ancient oak tree on the grounds. A heartbroken Elsa died of grief shortly thereafter, their love story severed in its prime.

Now, it seems, they are forever reunited within the manor they loved. Patrons and staff report the soft-footed presence of the couple: a fleeting glimpse of them staring from a window, lights that subtly dim of their own accord, and objects that are found mysteriously moved. The soldier’s restless spirit is still sensed near the old oak, while Elsa wanders the interior. In a gesture of profound acceptance, the restaurant staff lovingly lay a table for them each evening, ensuring the lovers can finally share the supper eternity denied them in life.

9. Table Mountain

No landmark defines Cape Town more than the majestic, cloud-draped face of Table Mountain. Yet, within its serene beauty lies a tale of profound sorrow—a mythic tragedy that has become as much a part of the mountain as its indigenous fynbos.

The legend tells of a vengeful citizen who sought to punish a powerful Governor by striking at his most vulnerable point: his son. The instrument of this revenge was a beautiful, yet cursed, flute that had once belonged to a leper. Upon receiving the gift, the boy contracted the disease and was cruelly banished from society, condemned to a solitary existence in the lonely forests of Platteklip Gorge.

His physical form has long since returned to the earth, but his lonely spirit endures. To this day, hikers and those who pause in the mountain’s quiet moments often report a haunting sound drifting down from the upper reaches of the gorge: the faint, melancholy notes of a flute, a timeless lament played by the exiled boy for an audience of cliffs and sky—a permanent, musical scar upon the face of the mountain.

10. Spook Hill

Nestled in the Parel Valley of Somerset West lies a short, unassuming stretch of road that defies the very laws of physics. Known as Spook Hill, this is a place where the rational world gives way to a gentle, yet undeniable, mystery—a local legend made manifest in the behavior of inanimate objects.

The phenomenon is consistent and unnerving: bring your car to a complete stop, place it in neutral, and release the brake. Instead of rolling downhill as gravity demands, the vehicle will seemingly be drawn uphill, as if pulled by an unseen, gentle force. While some speculate about complex optical illusions, no definitive theory has ever tamed the enduring strangeness of the experience.

This leaves one to wonder if the land itself holds a memory—a residual energy from a forgotten event that bends the rules of our reality. Is it a trick of the light, or a glimpse into a place where the past exerts a literal, physical pull, inviting the curious to roll against the current of the known world?