She lived in the run down house in the neighbourhood: a two story banglow
with a sagging roof, broken furniture, blackened bricks, little paint remained
which was no longer white but grey. There was no light in that creepy old house
and it's walls barely seen through the dense trees that surrounded the property.
The man of the house died before I was born, leaving her alone in the old place. And sometimes after the dark, I'd listen her voice coming out of the house, raised in unearthly songs.
Obviously she was a witch.
Her name was Jeanne Weiler and she was my music teacher.
Her voice was ever soft and low, I'd have to say she was quite an attractive woman,she presented such an imposing image that being in the same room with her intimidated me. She stood almost six feet (which i was just over four feet tall), she had long wavy black hair and the beautiful green eyes.
