RJ Schimmelpennincklaan 3. Photo Thuring Fotoburo, collection The Hague Municipal Archive
At the Rutger Jan Schimmelpennincklaan 3, in the former building of the Council for Culture, it is haunted and there are many stories about it. . In 1940 there was a report about the ghost in the culture magazine of the Ministry of Education, Culture and Science and we are not afraid to share it with you 😉
With some regularity – especially after 7 o’clock in the evening – a presence is detected. Occasionally, employees hear footsteps in the attic, or someone rings the bell while no one is at the door.
Jan Vonk always worked overtime. One of those evenings, he was sitting at his desk and heard someone coming down the stairs. Jan Vonk turned and said ‘Good evening’, after which he continued his work imperturbably. Until he realized there was no one in the property other than him. He was one hundred percent sure of that.
Monique Brok, Council information officer, also experienced something miraculous a few times: ‘I was working overtime and talking. Then suddenly we heard someone walking, very clear footsteps on the floor above. When we left, my colleague had to go back into the building because he had forgotten his bag. I stayed outside and inside 15 seconds he was back. He had heard wheels moving in the attic. Then we went inside together to pick up the bag. No sooner had we reached the elevator than a bell rang at the front door, but there was no sign of anyone in the fields or roads. We then packed our bags and left as quickly as possible. The next day we went to have a look in the attic, and yes, there was such an office chair with wheels. So we didn’t imagine it!’
Fred van der Gon Netscher: ‘I also once worked until quite late in the evening. When I left, I heard that one of my colleagues was still busy. I heard all kinds of noises from her room, rustling of paper. I also said: ‘Dahag, I’m going!’ No reaction. Once outside I started shaking all over. I suddenly realized that there was no one inside.’
“Another time, during a meeting with Jan in the room, I noticed that I accidentally kicked Jan’s leg . “Oh sorry,” I said, rather embarrassed and shocked. Jan again: ‘Sorry, what’s wrong?’ “I accidentally kicked your leg.” “That’s not true at all.” What turned out? Jan hadn’t felt anything because I had apparently kicked another leg. No, it wasn’t a table leg, because where I was sitting there were no table legs at all.”
A long time ago, a very rich sugar magnate, one Eschauzier, lived in the building. He was mysteriously murdered. After being missing for many days, his body was found in a wooden box.