Håkan of Anderberget.

Torsten Norman of Skälsjöberg spent many years collecting legends and sagas, which he meticulously recorded in a book. Unfortunately, this collection of legends, based on stories from several now deceased individuals, was destroyed in a fire. However, the following poem about Håkan can serve as a sample of the style in his collections.

Håkan lived on Anderberget. Håkan lived there. He was a farmer there and also a hunter. And he was one of those troll-men, as we say. In a short time, he could be in Fors church for service and also back home on supernatural paths, according to old legends, of course. Then he fell ill with chickenpox or smallpox. And he died from that illness – well, I can't say exactly when, but it was probably in the 1840s.

As it turned out, Håkan couldn't find peace in his grave; he had to wander even after his death. After Håkan's death, his wife moved to Skälgården. This was in July. Håkan bothered her even after his death. And as Håkan's wife was helping with the haymaking at Skälgården, she participated in leaf-cutting in Lavsvebärget. She had felled an aspen, from which she was going to take leaves for animal fodder. Suddenly, she saw Håkan sitting in the crown of the aspen and singing a psalm. He evidently wanted to talk to her, but she couldn't face it and threw whatever she had in her hands, running back to Skälgården. But Lindholmen of Skälgården, who was with her, saw nothing, but ran and struck his arm against the trunk, shouting: "What the devil are you sitting on? What the devil are you sitting on?"