Seville: Paranormal Night Walk & Ghost Stories Small Group

4.89

(134 reviews)

What’s the experience like?

The first thing I noticed was the way the streetlights flickered near Perro Viejo—like they weren’t sure if they should stay on. Our guide, Carmen, had this habit of lowering her voice right before sharing a story, so we’d all lean in, half-laughing but also glancing over our shoulders. She pointed at a table by the window and told us some guests here swear they’ve felt someone else sitting beside them. I didn’t feel anything except maybe my own nerves, but the candlelight made everyone’s faces look a little strange.

We wandered through alleys that smelled like old stone and orange blossoms (or maybe that was just me hoping for something sweet). At the Faculty of Fine Arts, Carmen paused and tapped the wall—she said time folds in weird ways here. Someone in our group tried to ask about it in Spanish and got tangled up; Carmen grinned and answered anyway. There was laughter, but also this odd silence after she mentioned artists who never really left. The air felt heavier somehow.

I kept thinking about the Vilima warehouses as we passed what used to be their entrance—now just an alley where you can almost hear footsteps behind you. It’s funny how you start noticing every echo when someone mentions ghosts. At Cruz de San Isidoro, prayers supposedly still hang in the air. I tried to listen for them, but all I caught was a stray cat darting under a bench. Not exactly supernatural, but it made me jump.

The last stop was Casa de Imelda. The house looked normal from outside, but inside Carmen said time gets “strange.” She let us stand quietly for a minute—I swear even the floorboards creaked differently there. Maybe it’s just old wood or maybe… well, who knows? I still think about that moment when everyone went quiet at once, like we were waiting for something to happen.