In 1692 an outbreak of various accusations of witchcraft occurred. This foolish series of deaths and imprisonments happened in the village of Salem. Unfortunately, one day I was accused forget it was probably the scariest thing that has happened to me, it was simply unforgettable. I will never forget that look of the people who had known me all their lives and the faces of my neighbors and peers who now looked at me with disgust, with fear, the nerve of them to accuse me of witchcraft.

The betrayal of my peers was over-whelming. When court was brought to order, I pleaded innocent as if my life depended on it (and it did) and just when I thought they believed me…

"AHHHHHHH!" a scream of a child burst through the quiet room of murmuring discussion. The girl's arms flailed, her legs kicked, her horrifying scream that haunts me to this day captured all attention. Her mother went to comfort her, but she seemed possessed, I had such pity for the tortured girl. Up until her mother asked her"Who has bewitched you, who brings you this harm?" When I saw her searching eyes, the eyes which I thought her searching for saneness, were searching for me, and when her eyes met mine, she pointed directly at me, and I knew I was to be found guilty.

They gave me one more chance to confess that I was a witch but I simply couldn't, it would be humiliating after all the fighting to just give in. I stood my ground and once more denied being the abnormal, torturous, being they all thought I was.

"To the gallows with her, she shall be hanged." The judge announced to the room. Then right before I was to be hanged I cleared my throat and did what was claimed to be impossible for a witch to do, I recited the Lord's Prayer word for word, perfectly. They stared in amazement, removed the noose from my neck and confirmed my soul to be free of the devil. I was lucky, or so I thought. Seven days later I was accused again. The same child accused me, claiming I haunted her, hurt her, followed her, and spoke to her. None of which was not true at all. After the second accusation, they brought me immediately to the gallows, not even giving me an opportunity to defend myself. I tried to get myself out of the situation the same way I had before, but they quickly put the noose around my neck as I chanted the Lord's Prayer, but by the time I reached the end of the prayer, the floor fell beneath me as I gasped out my final word,

"Amen".As I died I forgave those who killed me, and I forgave all those who were against me, even the little girl who claimed I tortured her. As I prayed my final prayer I dedicated that prayer to Salem and all the accusing fools in it.