ELEVEN – THE SISTER WITCHESPassing my drivers exam and gaining access to the family car gave my pals and me an opportunity to travel outside of our neighborhood; we were anxious to investigate some of those stories told by our classmates who lived miles away and had to ride the bus to and from school.
One such opportunity presented itself just a couple of weeks after getting my license. It was a Friday night in mid-July, 1967. Four of us decided to visit an old home on the northeast border of Detroit, where it was said that two sisters – alleged witches – lived together. Many of those kids living nearby had confirmed that they were indeed evil, casting spells and doing other weird stuff. We’d been waiting a long time for this opportunity.
I was driving my dad’s 1960 Ford Galaxy, en route
