June 10, 1692
Crisp Morning
Gallows Hill
Woman: Blindfolded and accused she was led forward. She walked obentialy along, only able to take short steps for her arms and legs were bound together. As she walked, she sensed the gazes of fear and anger around her. -she stops- She feels a wooden block at the toes of her feet, and stumbles onto it. . The man who led her now whispers into her ear, Last chance to admit... She stood, dead silent. When you arrive at the gates of hell remember you had a chance. Still, she stood, defiantly. She felt the man move, and heard his shaky voice in her ear. Not more than five seconds later, she felt something being put around her neck. It was tight like a corset, but less welcoming. It was more like a snake with dry coils slowly constricting around her. She stood there silently feeling the wind in her hair, taking a deep breath and... -shove-
-Long Pause-
Man: THE WITCH IS DEAD!! We're saved from the demonic witchcraft, all thanks to the fair maidens of our town!
Father: -silent-
Guard: All right, all right settle down please head back to your homes as we take care of the witch.
Crowd: -Goes back to homes and jobs, normalities-
How it got to this? The hanging of our
towns folk? Well, if you desire to know,
Here is the terrible tale of Salem 1692.
YOU ARE READING
Salem Witch Trials
Historical FictionA memoir for the long dead: Salem 1962, a time when young maidens and sirs are throwing around accusations of witch, witchcraft, and unholiness. No one is safe from these threats, and, for all you know, you are the next unsuspecting target.
