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.