Here we go!" Kurt began and all the others vigorously joined him: Come out, you ghost of Wildenstein! For we are not afraid, We've come here in the bright moonshine To sing the song we've made Come out, come out, and leave your den; You'll never scare the folks again.
Everything was quiet roundabout, only the night wind was soughing in the old pine-trees.

Between them there was a clear view of the terrace, which the moon was now flooding with light; the space before the castle lay peaceful and deserted.
"We must sing again," said Kurt.

"He didn't hear us.

If he doesn't give us an answer this time we'll tell him what we know.

Then we'll sing fearfully loud: Hurrah! We have a certain sign, There is no ghost in Wildenstein.
"Then we'll start again." Clevi, who was gifted with a far-carrying voice, began: "Come out, you ghost of Wildenstein!" And the boys with voices of thunder chimed in: "For we are not afraid." "Just look! Who is coming there?
Who can it be ?" said Kurt, staring at the terrace.
An incredibly tall figure, which could not possibly be human, was wandering across the terrace with slow steps.