The DU Lounge

It was set back off the road, surrounded by woods. It was built in the 30s, so it was older than the rest of the houses on the street. My great aunt lived with us. She had had a stroke, and had a downstairs bedroom. She had long gray hair, and a long chin. She didn't like noise and would raise a curtain to yell and gesture at us kids if we were playing near her room. She could look scary, but she was harmless, just a poor old lady. At the bus stop, some of the kids said we had a witch living in our house.