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I have always been servant of God, and I believed in him with all my heart that what I did was my purpose. I took it upon myself to find these filths in the world and drive them out, whether they are cursed spirits, demons or, most common, witches. I was good at it as well, where ever I went, witches would be hung, but let me tell you now; every single man and women hung by my command had evidence to prove that they were so evil that it could not be unnoticed...their deaths don't bother my conscience.

Salem, however was a different situation altogether. From my first steps inside that town I could smell evil as if it was in the very air! People were terrified to talk aloud in-case someone yelled witch. Lucifer stalked the streets which I am definitely certain of, but people took advantage of the suspicion, for their own benefits, and in payment good people died, all in the name of God.

What hurts my heart the most is that it may have been my own pride and confidence which started it all? Through years of training and experience, I believed that I had become the best witch-hunter there was, and yet here I had failed by falling for the lies of the true witch Abigail, who led the town by accusing anyone who dared to oppose her. If I hadn't been so arrogant to call Tituba a witch, then maybe, just maybe, none of this, the hanging, murdering, so many in that town may have stopped altogether and my heart would no longer be in pain.

When I look back at it all I wonder if we ever actually caught a single witch, or just fell for Abigail’s' tricks and persuasion. She is a dirty witch, and my heart aches with disgust and shame to know that she still walks on this very land that was given to us, which I beg for the answer; how can God let these good people die and still let someone as evil to live? I cannot answer that question myself, however I do know that Gods judgement is given to the people of Salem through their courts.