The Cry of the Dead at Toblburg Castle
He stopped short, was about to turn round and was just taking a deep breath when he heard the horrible groaning again, this time from further away. By now he was much afraid, but he gathered all of his courage, picked himself up to face his fears bravely and went on his way.
He could already make out the pale walls of Toblburg castle when, from the very walls, a loud and terrible cry went up, rising to the tops of the spruces and finally disappearing in the morning wind. This last scream was so appalling that the poor huntsman's blood froze in his veins. Fear took his breath away and he staggered. Now from close by, very close, the voice of the dead sounded from the bare larch trees, wailing and moaning with a hollow sound. That was the final straw. The huntsman turned, and his voice joined the others in a wild cry of death.
He was found much later, his eyes wide with fear and his lips open to utter the final, mute scream of the dead.