This is a story of a young girl; who lost her family, they were all accused of witchcraft. The only one that didn't was the young girl, aged 8 at the time. She was adopted by a long time family friend that she calls her Aunt, but is everything she knew really true? It has been 10 years since the, she's now 18 years old, still haunted by her past.  The witch trials have shaken the whole of Salem, but are they really over? Who is the real person behind it all? Will she ever discover the truth? Who will betray her?

** This story jumps from past to present times and has some historical accurancies. **


The Salem Witch Trails

I woke to see Angus sitting next to his Grandmother, just watching her. Worry pasted all over his face. I looked over towards his Grandmothers, she was still asleep, but her breathing seemed to be shallow. As each day kept coming, so did winter and the fear of loosing Sarah, she was all that Angus had left. Which I felt terrible for him. “How is she this morning”, I asked Angus knowing the answer, he just looked at me with sorrow, that seemed to leak off him in waves. He didn’t say a word, he just got up and walked off. I stayed to keep a close eye on Sarah, knowing that Angus needed someone to comfort him, but I didn’t know how to do that as I’ve never been in his situation. For me, I lost my whole family in one go. 


Chapter Seventeen