In an old house in Schaan,
lived a son with his parents.

One day he said:
Every time
exactly at midnight,
there´s a man outside
walking around the border stake.

He shines with a lamp
and he acts, as if
he´s looking for something.

I will go
outside this time
and check who it is".

In vain his father advised him:
"Don´t do that! It might be a ghost,
who had rearranged the stake while he lived".

But the son
didn´t listen
to the words of his father,
and at midnight,
he sneaked around
the corner of the house.

In a white gown,
the ghost stood there
with his light
and held out his hand.

The lad took it.
But he shouldn´t have done that
since you are never allowed
to touch a ghost´s hand.

Like the ghost requested,
the lad rearranged the border stakes
and then went back into the house.

In front of his mother´s eyes,
he suddenly fell over and was dead.
The parents placed a big cross on the wall,
for the child´s peace of mind.
The ghost was never seen again.