What spooky horror story would be complete without some gypsies to explain all manner of curses and bewitchments and maybe even hand out a couple themselves? The best part is, if the story gets too burdened with characters, the gypsies can always be bundled off (or the store where they read palms can disappear), mysteriously and in the middle of the night. But they reserve the right to return, like the fog that always seems to swirl in and about their caravan wagons, at the most opportune moment to save the day. Or to provide advice on how the hero can.