My father's brother, who ironically, was named, Jesus, was a witch! My grandma and dad told me, that he was always obsessed with black magic, since the age of 13. He would lock himself in his room, endless hours, with his books.
He had two wives, who left him because of his practices. He used to say that cats had an invisible bone.
He used to wear a hat with cat bones, he had killed for rituals. One of his wives left when she went into the kitchen and he was about to immerse a black cat, in boiling water. From what I remember, he was, very erie.
Another aunt, who I will not name. She's still living, dabblest at witchcraft. I ran away from home, when I was about 16. I had a fight my dad and headed to my aunt's house who was about an hour away at Coney Island, Bklyn. That night when I got there, I was sitting in the livingroom. She lived in the projects, then. She opened the main door entrance to dispose of the trash. She left the door open. When you first come into her apartment, immediately to your right is the kitchen (galley type). Straight ahead is the livingroom. When she enters back into the apartment from disposing her garbage, she immediately goes into the kitchen. Now, where I am sitting in the livingroom, I have full view of the entrance and the kitchen.
At this point, as she is coming out of the kitchen towards me, the main entrance door, perpendicular to the kitchen, remained open because she didn't close it behind her as she re-entered the apt.
As she exits the kitchen towards me, she stopped short and we both said, OMG! did you see that? (simultaneously) We both saw a perfect black, silhouette of a tall man, wearing a black cape-like trench with a hat. He darted into the room. He disrupted her pace, we were both caught off guard. She had dishes in her hand and I was surprised, she hadn't dropped them. He brushed by her, like a rude person, cutting someone off in a crowd.
That night, she put me to sleep in the last room. Failed to tell me, that, (things) happen in that room. She had three children, at the time and didn't have any of them sleep in that room with me. Well, I have to tell you that, my bed rocked all night. At first, I thought it was my mind, playing games. I got up a few times and turned on the light, questioning my sanity. After a few times, I said, out loud. "If you want to rock me to sleep, by all means." I got under the sheet and covered myself , from head to toe. The bed kept shaking but I ignored it, til I feel asleep. Next morning, I left. But before I left, I discovered that my aunt, practiced witchcraaft and had an altar, in one of her closets.