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Salem Witch Trials

Book By: DakotaMitchell
Horror


Martha Corey is accused of witchcraft


Submitted:May 12, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


Salem Witch Trials

Dakota Mitchell


Salem Witch Trials

Copyright © 2013 by Dakota Mitchell

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.


Prologue

I hear my cell door open as I lay their sleeping. The door sounds just like a child's scream from years of poor maintenance and weathering.

"Martha!" I hear the sheriff call. "Wake up, you time for Gallows Hill has come." As he said those words, I froze. I was as if I were nailed in place. He kept calling my name.

My heart sped up with each of his steps. My mind said to fight again, but my body said otherwise. When he reached for me, I blacked out from shock. I wasn't out long. When I awoke we were already there. Those demonic ropes which had taken the lives of so many. The ropes were swinging in the air as if they were beckoning for me.

As we got closer my heart quickened. Everything started slowing down. I noticed everything, the grass, the smell of oak wood. The wind blew and seemed to be caressing my cheek. Two burly men grabbed me and brought me to the ropes. They placed me onto the main floor which would give way when the lever was pulled.

As they placed the rope around my neck, I started to think of Giles. I thought of everything we had done. Then the sheriff broke my thoughts.

"Any last words Mrs. Corey?" asked the sheriff. I thought for a moment then said,

"There is a storm coming. Lots of rain."

"The accused warns us of rain. That's good, it hasn't rained in months. May God forgive you of your sins Martha Corey." He then nodded to the man at the leaver.

As the floor was released I felt the pressure around my neck worsen. Then I felt a large pop and my eyes started to darken into a never ending sleep. Later that day, when they were burying my body, it started to rain.

My name is Martha Corey. I am five foot four inches tall and have lively brown hair. I am always wearing a dress and a bonnet. Most say I am the most beautiful woman in the village. I have a gift, if you will, that allows me to predict the weather. Giles, my husband, says its arthritis.

At the start of the year, things were just fine. Everyone was doing their normal thing. I would take my buggy, fifty miles, into town. I did this almost every day. Sometimes just to get out of the house.

And one day, the lively little town of Salem was a ghost town. I stopped at the market to see what was going on.

"Theirs witches in this town. The sheriffs been grabbing em up left and right."

Said the man in the market. "Might wanna get home ma'am, before they putta hex on you."

"That's awful! When did all this start?" I asked with concern.

"Yesterday, now please go home." That conversation was six months ago. And he was right, the sheriff gettin em up quick. I don't even know how many were killed so far up on Gallows Hill.

I would only go out on the chance we needed something. Giles would always come with me.

"What news do you think there is today?" I would always ask him without success. All he would do is grunt. He was starting to look like a dead man. He was thinning out from not eating much. But I loved him, and he me. And we would be together forever.

"Afternoon Martha" said the market man.

"What's the news for today Joseph?" I asked as I did every visit.

"Ten more. Two dead. Three warrants not filled out." That meant three people were missing.

"Well I hope this madness ends soon. I'm tired of hearing screams from the jailhouse."

"I give it two more months till it stops." He said with a chuckle.

"Well it'll be a miracle if it is." I added halfheartedly. "Might you know what today is?"

"It is the 18th of September." He said over a customer.

"Thanks Joseph!" I yelled as I walked out the door. I went outside and looked around. Where was Giles? He never leaves the buggy. I looked around the buggy and found blood on the ground next to Giles seat. I started to panic.

"Their she is!" I spun around to see the sheriff and some men running at me. "Martha Corey! You are under arrest for witchcraft!"

I was stunned, of all people I was being accused of witchcraft. And now they had taken my husband too. I started to run. Where too? I didn't know, as long as it wasn't there. The town's courthouse was up the road, maybe I could hide behind a pillar.

The sheriff was behind me about fifty yards. With all my adrenaline pumping I almost didn't notice something whizzing past my head. A rock, they were throwing rocks! I heard another and another. CRACK! I blacked out. I had been hit in the back of the head.

I woke up a few hours later in the courthouse. I looked around to see what was happening, and then I saw Giles. He was at the stand. Being tried for the same thing as me, witchcraft. They were trying to get him to plead guilty or non. But he can't talk.

"Mr. Corey, you must answer or it's to the stones." Said the judge. "Now I shall ask again, are you guilty or non?" no response.

"He can't ta…" I started to yell.

"Silence woman! You shall be up soon enough." He looked at the sheriff. "Take him to his cell. He shall be crushed by stones tomorrow September 19th."

My trial went by a lot faster. I plead non guilty, but was founded guilty. My legs refused to work after that, so I was dragged to my cell. We were put in separate cells, but I could hear his crying. Then I started to cry. I wanted to be with Giles before he was gone forever. My whole core burned with guilt that he was going to die because of me.

"Giles!" I managed to say. "I love you with all my heart. I am happy to be your wife. No matter what, I will always love you." This made him cry more, but I didn't care. I wanted him to know how I felt before tomorrow. I then lay down and cried myself to sleep.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! I opened my eyes hoping that it were all a dream. But I got my answer when I saw the sheriff standing in the cell next to me.

"Come on Mrs. Corey, your husband is already at the hill. We want you to watch his final moments."

"I will not go!" I yelled. My heart was racing, how dare they torture me this way. In my head I was killing him, but in real life I was crying. Tears kept pouring down my face like an open faucet.

"Then I shall make you go." He reached for me. My body went into fight mode. I punched him in the nose and he went down. I tried to run out the cell, but he grabbed my ankle. When he did this, I fell and my head smashed into the ground. I blacked out for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.

When I awoke I was on Gallows Hill. I looked around and saw a tree. There were ropes hanging from them. But the ropes didn't scare me, the bodies hanging from them did.

"She is awake. You may proceed." I looked at what looked like a stone table. Giles was lying on top of it. Each hand and foot was tied off. Four big men were standing by him holding a big slab of rock. It weighed I would guess one hundred fifty pounds. They placed it on his chest.

Giles didn't scream, but how could he with that on his chest. Then they lifted it up.

"Do you have anything to say Mr. Corey? Now's the time to talk. Your wife is here." Giles turned and looked at me, blood oozed out of his mouth and nose.

He didn't say anything to me. Only two words. It broke my heart to hear him say these words.

"More weight." He said.

"More weight men!" yelled the sheriff. The four men added about fifty more pounds to the slab. They lifted it up and placed it on his chest one last time. I turned my head so not to see anything. The breaking bones were the most horrifying noise I had ever heard. There is nothing that can describe it.

After that I was brought to the jailhouse and put in my cell.

"Four days Martha till your day." Said the sheriff as he walked away. I didn't cry at all. Why should i? I was going to die. I just stared out the window, for three days. And after not sleeping for three days, my body and mind shut down and I fell asleep.

I hear my cell door open as I lay their sleeping. The door sounds just like a child's scream from years of poor maintenance and weathering.

"Martha!" I hear the sheriff call. "Wake up, you time for Gallows Hill has come." As he said those words, I froze. It were as if I were nailed in place. He kept calling my name.

My heart sped up with each of his steps. My mind said to fight again, but my body said otherwise. When he reached for me, I blacked out from shock. I wasn't out long. When I awoke we were already there. Those demonic ropes which had taken the lives of so many. The ropes were swinging in the air as if they were beckoning for me.

As we got closer my heart quickened. Everything started slowing down. I noticed everything, the grass, the smell of oak wood. The wind blew and seemed to be caressing my cheek. Two burly men grabbed me and brought me to the ropes. They placed me onto the main floor which would give way when the lever was pulled.

As they placed the rope around my neck, I started to think of Giles. I thought of everything we had done. Then the sheriff broke my thoughts.

"Any last words Mrs. Corey?" asked the sheriff. I thought for a moment then said,

"There is a storm coming. Lots of rain."

"The accused warns us of rain. That's good, it hasn't rained in months. May God forgive you of your sins Martha Corey." He then nodded to the man at the leaver.

As the floor was released I felt the pressure around my neck worsen. Then I felt a large pop and my eyes started to darken into a never ending sleep. Later that day, when they were burying my body, it started to rain.





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