The Diary of Reverend John Hale
The Diary of Reverend Hale
Act 1
(Descriptive)
. I can’t help but feel out of place in this town, my every public move watched by people by the dozen. I feel like a complete foreigner in my own land, the townsfolk were bitter, cold and unwelcoming. It felt like there was something here, a spooky vibe radiating of every little thing. The town belonged in a book not a thing out of place, not a drunk to be scene, it was every preachers dream.
My first real evidence of witchcraft was a young girl named Betty, she was in a deep sleep and she could not be woken. My first inclination was to point the finger straight at the dark arts but after looking and her angelic figure lying on the bed I had to think to myself. Someone so innocent could convince anyone of anything she pleased. Could Betty be trying to fool the town? Or had my mind just been wondering after my long night of travelling. I could not dismiss her as a fool thou, why any child would ever fake such a thing didn’t make sense.
The event of the day that gave me the strangest feeling was meeting with the town preacher. Reverend Parris, I very cold man he was. A stern handshake more like that of a merchant then the head of the church. I questioned his character from the very moment he welcomed me. Although this is a pure town the forces I felt today were unnerving I can only pray this isn’t the touch of evil.
Act 2
(Narrative)
I met with The proctor family today, I went to visit them in their home to see if they may have had any questionable pieces of paraphernalia and just to see what type of lives’ they lead, I was taking a casual approach to my inquiry. I need not to start any sort of rumors. I walked around the room examining every detail looking for clues to the puzzle. As a walked about the room I interviewed the proctors, I had to keep questions simple as not to make them think I was trying to frame them. The family seemed to be a good family
Act 1
(Descriptive)
. I can’t help but feel out of place in this town, my every public move watched by people by the dozen. I feel like a complete foreigner in my own land, the townsfolk were bitter, cold and unwelcoming. It felt like there was something here, a spooky vibe radiating of every little thing. The town belonged in a book not a thing out of place, not a drunk to be scene, it was every preachers dream.
My first real evidence of witchcraft was a young girl named Betty, she was in a deep sleep and she could not be woken. My first inclination was to point the finger straight at the dark arts but after looking and her angelic figure lying on the bed I had to think to myself. Someone so innocent could convince anyone of anything she pleased. Could Betty be trying to fool the town? Or had my mind just been wondering after my long night of travelling. I could not dismiss her as a fool thou, why any child would ever fake such a thing didn’t make sense.
The event of the day that gave me the strangest feeling was meeting with the town preacher. Reverend Parris, I very cold man he was. A stern handshake more like that of a merchant then the head of the church. I questioned his character from the very moment he welcomed me. Although this is a pure town the forces I felt today were unnerving I can only pray this isn’t the touch of evil.
Act 2
(Narrative)
I met with The proctor family today, I went to visit them in their home to see if they may have had any questionable pieces of paraphernalia and just to see what type of lives’ they lead, I was taking a casual approach to my inquiry. I need not to start any sort of rumors. I walked around the room examining every detail looking for clues to the puzzle. As a walked about the room I interviewed the proctors, I had to keep questions simple as not to make them think I was trying to frame them. The family seemed to be a good family