Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be accused of being a witch? It isn't something that is heard of today, but as I was reading about the Salem Witch Trials I learned first hand what it was like for the innocent.
The trial had started and I couldn't believe that I was actually here. I never thought they would acuse me of being a witch. But everyone knows if you give another name you get to be free. What do I do? Do I say I'm not a witch and be tried for lying? Or confess and be hanged. I remember my last days and nights in the jail, locked up with other inocent woman being acused of something so ridiculus. The screams at night are what hurt you the most. Even my friends have turned on me and say they have seen me look at people and they start to act insane. I snap out of my daze and realize im still here in the court room. They ask me "are you a witch?" I've decided that there isn't any point in lying so i say "no im not a witch". They take me away back to my cell and I have to wait until the next morning.
I wake up to the warden coming to get me. They take me up to the stand with three others. I stand and wait and let the bottom fall through.