The witches seem to be almost under control.  The accused have admitted to what they have done, and are locked away in jail, and those who have refused to admit it have been executed, like they should be.  It seems that there have been a lot less afflictions happening in the town.  Hopefully that means we’ve gotten rid of most the witches.  I found this whole ordeal to be fascinating.  I started off figuring out who a couple witches were and then all of the sudden everyone started listening to me.  I was able to catch a lot of witches and gained a lot of attention throughout the village.  I don’t remember ever having this much attention from anyone before.  It feels so nice!  I should’ve started accusing withes years ago.  This has all wrapped up quite nicely so far. 

The First Trial

Tituba was questioned in court today, along with Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne.  They all deserve to be locked away in the prison.  Anyone who afflicts little girls like that does not deserve to see the light of day.  I decide to make sure they would be found guilty.  I may have done a little bit of acting, but it was necessary, I could not allow witches to roam our town freely.  The first two women came up to the stand and did as I expected.  They denied being a witch and claimed they were innocent.  As I saw Sarah Good look at me I felt a seize go through my body.  I fell to the floor screaming.  “She has bewitched me!” I cried out.  Anyone that thought they were innocent now saw the real damage these witches were causing our town.  After my fit had ceased, Tituba came up to the stand.  I’m pretty sure Uncle beat her before the trial to make sure she confessed.  Her testimony was a different than the two women before her.  She started off denying she was a witch.  But as the questioning went on, she told the courtroom that it was actually Sarah Good, Sarah Osborne, and a man from Boston that were making her cause pain to Betty and I.  She said they threatened to hurt or horribly if she did not listen to them.  She said that is why she attacked Betty, Ann Putnam Jr. Betty Hubbard and I.  Tituba tried to apologize to us for what she had done.  I could not accept this apology, I knew the evil that she had done.  And even after apologizing she sent Betty Hubbard into another fit.  We need to get these witches under control before it’s too late.  They could destroy this town with all the evil they cause.  I hope we will be able to solve this issue soon.

What is Happening to us?

Sometime around January 15^th, I think, my younger cousin Betty and I began to have these strange seizing fits.  No one can figure out why these things are happening.  My neighbor Beverly described them like this, “The children were bitten and pinched by invisible agents; their arms, necks, and backs turned this way and that way, and returned back again, so as it was impossible for them to do of themselves, and beyond the power of any Epileptick Fit, or natural Disease to effect.  Sometimes they were taken dumb, their mouths stopped, their throats choaked, their limbs wracked and tormented so as might move an heart of stone, to sympathize with them, with bowels of compassion for them.”  After a period of several weeks my uncle finally called for Doctor Griggs to take a look what’s wrong.  He said, “They are under an evil hand.”  All of the neighbors took this diagnose as “we are bewitched.”  Being the very religious man he was, my uncle started to fast and pray for several weeks.  He also brought in other individuals in the community to fast and prayer with him.  When the weeks of praying and fasting did not work, our neighbor, Mary Sibley, told our Indian slave, Tituba, to make a witchcake.  Neither Betty nor I knew what a witchcake was, but when we did it disgusted us.  Tituba took our pee and mixed it with rye and then fed it to our family dog.  From what I understand, because our dog ate the witchcake, it means there is a witch causing our seizing fits.  Now the question was, who is the witch doing this to us?  After thinking about the question, the answer seemed obvious.  Who knew the most about witchcraft?  Who had known how to make a witchcake?  Tituba!  It all made sense now, she had bewitching us from inside our own house.  I had to tell uncle!  We had to remove this witch from our house.

My Early Life

I was born on July 12th, 1680.  I grew up in the frontier of Maine.  It was a rough upbringing, I had to do my all chores and go through everyday life with the fear of an Indian attack in the back of my mind.  We would always hear about small-scale Indian attacks on houses and other small settlements.  The attacks were told with gruesome details about how brutal the Indians were.  One night the Indians raided our village, they began burning buildings, beheading and scalping men, women, and children all alike.  I witnessed a terrifying event that night, as I hid in the dark corner under my bed the Indians came into the room and found my younger brother on the other side of the room.  Without a flinch they promptly grabbed him and killed him with one hatchet blow to the head.  They killed my parents that night also.  They showed no mercy to anyone unfortunate enough to be found.  I was one of the lucky one who’s survived.  The few of us that were left moved away from that satanic land.  We found new places to live with friends or family.  I moved in with my uncle Rev. Samuel Parris in Salem, Massachusetts.  I’m grateful for him taking me into his house, but he is not a very comforting man.  Even though he’s family he still uses me as a live-in slave, and the limited time he is at home, he is abusive to everyone in the house.  He spends most of his time in his study practicing his very strict religious beliefs.  I have been through so much in my life already and it has not been getting any easier.  I need help!  The only person I am able to talk about my fears with is my younger cousin Betty.  We share a bed together and each night I’d tell her the stories of what I saw on the Frontier.  The stories I told frightened her greatly.  I feel these stories are beginning to affect her as much as they are I.  I am worried for both of us.