Uncle Paul.

A sharp rap rap rap on the solid wood door startles me. I get goosebumps as I walk warily to see what monstrosity awaits. I peer through the peep hole only to find a man, small in stature though evidently powerful. He has a sneer on his lips and the look of constant disapproval stained in the wrinkles of his face. The smoke from his cigar lingers briefly beneath the rim on his hat, dancing out with each chance. A shadow makes his eyes dark and furious. I allow him to enter.
As I turned to close the door I become aware of a second person. To my complete shock it's my aunt. But what could she be doing with such a ghoulish looking man?