Today the people were hung and the Salem witch trials has come to an end...... I feel so guilty for I know I did the devils work.... Maybe one day I will get the chance to redeem myself. Until that day comes I must ive with my guilt. I got scared and I ran with the rest of the girls. I said that John Proctor had threatened me. He did not... Just as I could not tell the truth. I should have owned up to the lies. instead I chose to fall right back within them.

     Judge Danforth started by asking the girls to enter the room. At first, I believed that he would believe me. I thought that the girls would own up to their lies and help me protect the innocent but they did not. Instead they began to scream that I sent a cold wind upon them and that I had taken the shape of a bird. I was standing right there. Maybe if I could have fainted the judge would have believed me. I could not. I just could not.

I have the power to end all of this. To show the truth to everyone But I fear that no one will believe me. Yet, I know that I will do my best to tell the truth. As I sit here I wonder what will happen to me. John Proctor says that he will confess that he has committed adultery with Abigail Williams. He says that he knows it is his fault and that he loves his wife. I wonder.... If he loved he then why did he fancy Abby so much?

        I cannot stand that girl! It is all my fault for keeping these lies. Revered Hale came with news that Goody Proctor has a warrant out for sending her spirit to stab Abigail Williams. I know that this is a lie. Abigail watched me put that needle in the poppet! John tells me that we go to the court tomorrow and speak the truth to the judges. I fear they will not believe me.

            I had to protect Goody Proctors name today.Only I almost got whooped by Mr. Proctor for it. I was only trying to do the right thing for once. He was surprised as well as she to hear that her name has been mentioned. I am not surprised, for I know what Abigail has against Goody Proctor. So many lies, so many secrets. Things of which I cannot seem to shield myself from.

           During court today i made Goody Proctor a poppet from the sewing kit she gave me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Abby looking curiously at it. Slowly i slid the needle back into the poppet, lost in thought of how ridiculous being here in the court room was. Sometimes I just want to stand and announce that we have all been mixed in lies. That everyone is innocent. I am just so scared of what Abby has threatened to do to me. 

        The accusing of the people is getting more obscene by the day! Children getting accused, elderly women without the strength to hurt a fly are accused. Men are accusing as a fight for their land. Where does the court see witchcraft in all of this non sense.It could all stop now. I feel as if i have the weight of all of the accused hangin' on my shoulder.