Salem witch trialsThe prosecutor looked at me. His eyes burning for an execution. People now-a-days were hanging happy. It was like a play for them to watch and fill their minds with. The verdict for me witchcraft. Never done it once in my life and yet I'm in court for it today, and the jury of my peers is watching my every move. I looked over at them and the lead girl smiles at me, that smile I despise. It's one of those smiles that makes you wish you could smack it off.
"You have been found guilty of witchcraft." I looked at the judge. "If you confess now and tell us the other witches in the village then you will be free." He finished.
This whole witchcraft hysteria started with a girl named, Penelope. She's the reason I'm in this position.
I looked at my mother who was balling uncontrollably in the pew. I wasn't a witch! "How am I supposed to confess when I have nothing to confess to?" I asked as politely as possible.
"She is a witch you see she isn't confessing!" Penelope screamed standin