Official HSE Storyteller
As the sun started setting late toward the evening, the air was filled with strange sounds coming from the edge of town for the Gypsies had set up camp just on the outskirts. Strange noises abound in the forest as the mist started to blanket the area. Set in a circle the gypsies gathered around the campfire they had built. Fireflies buzzed around keeping just out of range of the roaring campfire. What started out as a feast, the Gypsies had now turned their eyes toward town. Whispers could be heard, yet, no one could understand this strange dialog they were using. The people of town scurried along as the sun set lower and lower in the sky. A darkness was fast approaching. People gazed out thru windows trying to figure out why the Gypsies were there and what they were up to, for long ago the last time the Gypsies had arrived they brought with them all kinds of black magic. Some remembered waking up to animals which had become sacrificed. Small children were turned into monsters. Had they come to do harm again? Or, were they there to reverse what had been done oh so long ago.