“That way!” Emil says quietly. I shake my head and drag Emil in my direction. The voice is coming closer. On tiptoes, we move forward.
“Wham.” I turn round. Emil is lying on the ground. He’s rubbing his knee. There’s a bag in front of him.
“I tripped over the bag,” Emil grumbles. I open the bag. It smells wonderful. The bag is full of herbs. Emil and I wonder who the bag belongs to. Then we hear the voice again. She’s very close by. We climb onto the rock, and then we see her: a figure in white. She’s wearing a wonderful long dress, with hair down to the ground. It is blowing in the wind. The woman is gathering herbs, and singing. We watch her for some time. Until suddenly....
“Grooaaar.”
My stomach rumbles really loudly. The figure in white turns round. We duck down. When we look out from behind the rock again, she has disappeared.
“You scared her away,” says Emil sadly. We decide to head back to mum and dad.
“Why are you so looking so surprised? Have you seen a ghost?” mum asks. Excitedly, we tell her about our encounter.
“That must be the ghost of the Kimmfrächen,” says dad, winking to mum.