January 25th, 1692
Recently Father has been very stressed, the town is starting to hate him. He is a very strict pastor so people sometimes disagree with him. I'm sure what happened today didn't help his stress levels at all. I didn't really feel any different but this morning I forgot to feed the chickens, which never happens. Then after that I forgot to wash mother's dresses and father's robes. I haven't forgotten a chore since the time I got fatally sick three years ago. Around 9 a.m. I started to feel something pinching me in my lower back and thighs. My head started to hurt so I sat down and rested for a little. I was awaken by Abby breaking through the front door and slamming it behind her. She shook me even though I was already awake, and I could tell she was worried about something. She started talking but I couldn't hear the words coming out of her mouth. The next thing I remember is waking up on the ground staring straight up at Father, Mother, Mr. Phipps, and the town doctor. Father looked horribly worried and Mother was crying. Mr. Phipps was talking to the doctor but I couldn't hear him. Then I saw the doctor whisper something in Mr. Phipps' ear and Mr. Phipps repeated loudly to the whole room "Under the evil hand".
Saturday, January 25, 1992
Monday, January 20, 1992
January 20th, 1692
Earlier this month while dusting the bookshelf I noticed a very old, wrinkly, tethered book. I was titled, The Art of Telling Fortunes. I had never heard of the art of telling fortunes except for when Tituba would read peoples palms. So I took the book off the shelf and took it over to Abby's house, where the Circle was meeting, because one of them was bound to know about it. None of them had ever heard of it either but Abby said that we should sneak out one night and learn how to tell our fortunes. The next night we met deep in the woods behind my house and tried to see our futures. We used a venus glass to see what our husbands would be like and what our social status would be. We didn't see anything helpful except one time we saw a coffin so we decided to stop trying. Nothing happened except later that week I started feeling a little weird and when I told Abby about it she said she was feeling the same way. Abby says it will all be worth it when we see our futures. Abby really wants people to know who she is, we really just want to be famous. We want all the other girls in town to think that we are the coolest and prettiest girls. Jealousy is the ugliest trait, and everyone is jealous of us.
Earlier this month while dusting the bookshelf I noticed a very old, wrinkly, tethered book. I was titled, The Art of Telling Fortunes. I had never heard of the art of telling fortunes except for when Tituba would read peoples palms. So I took the book off the shelf and took it over to Abby's house, where the Circle was meeting, because one of them was bound to know about it. None of them had ever heard of it either but Abby said that we should sneak out one night and learn how to tell our fortunes. The next night we met deep in the woods behind my house and tried to see our futures. We used a venus glass to see what our husbands would be like and what our social status would be. We didn't see anything helpful except one time we saw a coffin so we decided to stop trying. Nothing happened except later that week I started feeling a little weird and when I told Abby about it she said she was feeling the same way. Abby says it will all be worth it when we see our futures. Abby really wants people to know who she is, we really just want to be famous. We want all the other girls in town to think that we are the coolest and prettiest girls. Jealousy is the ugliest trait, and everyone is jealous of us.
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