Salt Lake City, Utah
February 3, 1708
5 o'clock
Dear journal,
Today is the third year anniversary since my daughter Hannah has died. I can already see tear stains on the paper just thinking about it. I never looked forward to this day, until now. I could think of all the things our family did together. We made it across the pond from England to Americas. We went on a journey across the country of snow and heat. We made a home that was soon where I would have my first child. But then the day my child died and burned to death. I fell to the gound as if my world ended and would never stop falling.
Today my husband would come back from war. This makes me even more upset. Losing someone that I loved and married, could make my life even worse. I lost one, I can't loose another. My life seemed to have no problems until that night. I making sure I keep my husband with me and alive. I miss him a lot and I can't wait to see him again. Every now and then I see crows flying around my plantation. I see I could blame them for what happened to my daughter, but that would be very strange to others. I blame a lot of things for hurting my daughter.
I guess I'm the only one who thinks it something mysterious.
Sorry for a short chapter! Just wanted to get this one out there! Hope you like the story so far! Pls vite and comment what you think! THX ♥
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HororSalem Witch Trials started in 1629. Mary Venn Started a new life with her wonderful husband, Dan in America. She had a child named Hannah Marie Venn, born in 1698. While settled in a spaced plantation with a house built and a large landing, Salem wi...
