I was about five at the time, my  two friends and I were on a hunt for witches. We found one down the street living in an old shack of a house covered by vegetation.Her face would appear in the window every day while we watched from the bushes, , she knew we were there.As we watched she would approach with a broom in hand towards us. We ran away screaming  in fear, hoping she wouldn't change us into something ugly. Even though I was frightened of her , I felt compelled to revisit her home every day after school.My friends warned me to stay away but I did not listen, I wanted to talk to her , I wanted to know what she knew, what kind of magic could she do,  could she teach me? Finally one day I gathered enough courage to knock on her door.