Act 1

Some sort of strangeness has afflicted Salem. There is talk of witchcraft everywhere and there is barely even reason to believe there is a problem. Parris’s daughter, Betty, has fallen ill. I went to visit them and she looked sick. Just sick. People are talking that she tried to jump out the window and all of a sudden Parris has gone crazy and called in Hale from Beverly to check out the situation. Parris is the one so concerned about people thinking there is witchcraft in his house. Hale is an expert of witchcraft and is known for conducting witch hunts. Let me tell you, the last thing Salem needs is a witch hunt.

                The last thing I needed was to run into Abigail. I do recall I previously mentioned a clouded past of mine. The name of that fault is Abigail. Now she won’t accept when I tell her that I am long finished with those ways. She had the audacity to claim that I love her. I was blinded by a severe lack of judgment and lust. I don’t wish to think about her. It only causes me pain and I’m still unfortunate in my search for a way to move on from that. I feel like a fraud and it’s hard to deal with.

                I feel that I have become a hypocrite when hypocritical people are one of the most prevalent things in the world that ail me. Parris is among them. He is the reverend and we got into an argument which isn’t the best for me. In such a strict religion, one is not supposed to question much. It’s just that all Parris preaches is hell and I just can’t stand it anymore. Nevertheless, I did find out some interesting news in my visit. Abigail was among a few girls with the slave, Tituba, who were allegedly dancing in the woods. They think she is conspiring with the devil. Abigail admitted that this whole idea of witchcraft is absurd, but I have such a bad feeling about this. I heard Tituba has been accused of being a witch. That kind of offense gives the court the right to hang people. Salem is beginning to lose its mind and I am extremely worried.