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A half hour later, Jeanette's body was cut from the platform. She would be given services just like anyone else that would live in Salem, and this had made some angry with the Pastor.

"She will still pass judgement from the Lord, but who are we to take away her right to receive that judgement? Is it us that is judge and jury? No, only God can give her the judgement she rightly deserves." He spoke over the people. They slowly gave their nods to the pastor as they thought about what he had said, and I was secretly happy, for I knew that Jeanette would enter the kingdom of heaven with no problems.

The people slowly started dispersing, and we walked towards our home. It was not even noon and there had been a murder in Salem. Once we entered our house, I told Father and Mother what I had felt from the Pastor's girls.

"There is no witch practicing dark magic. It's the girls, and they're faking being under a witch's spell. I felt the darkness coming from them, and they were delighted to see an innocent woman hanged."

"This is extremely troubling. I will call your aunt to visit so we may talk about this. We can not call an emergency council meeting to avoid suspicion in these trying times, but we can spread word between the members." Father said. He grabbed a goblet from the cupboard, and sliced his hand open. The blood spilled into the cup and he began reciting a spell that would call Aunt Mabel to hear him in her mind, and told her to come for a friendly visit. "You best be on with your chores, we are going to act like everything is normal until she arrives."

I did as I was told. My chores today included washing the laundry, so I grabbed the wash tub and headed to the well to fill it up with fresh water as Mother cleaned up from breakfast. On my way to the well, many people felt excited about killing a witch, and they celebrated. People were congratulating others and they were so happy that their holy town was safe once again. Thoughts about another witch had not entered anyone's minds yet, and I had a sense of hope that it might truly be over. But after remembering how the girls felt at the hanging that hope had vanished. They were not going to give up.