The year was 1692, and I still remember as if it were yesterday. The events that occurred were terrifying for me as I lived in horror not knowing whether I would live or die. “More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft, the Devil’s magic, and 20 were executed” (Blumberg). It all started the day Mother decided to take me to the market place. We were desperately trying to get everything together for my birthday. I couldn’t wait for my 16th birthday, but I got more than I bargained for.
“Hurry, we must hurry. There’s much to do. We must not waste another moment. Cordelia! ” My Mother yelled.
“I’m coming, mother I’m coming!” I yelled back to my mother. She was right there was much to do. My 16th birthday was fast approaching and I had many things to plan. We needed to go to the market place and get a few items we desperately needed. This ball was going to be very important. Not only was I turning 16, but it was a chance for my father to choose a suitable husband for me.
Mother and I arrived at the market place in our carriage. My father was clear, anything I wanted I can have. I wouldn’t say we were the filthy rich, but we did have money. My father was a well-known doctor in Salem, Massachusetts. A man trying to request my hand in marriage was intimidating for them. Our family had the utmost respect in Salem.
“Mother what is happening?” I asked her as I looked at the crowd gathering. There were three women in shackles walking.
“Oh honey, those are the accused women for witchcraft” said Mother. “The one in the middle is Tituba. She even confessed to doing witchcraft. Tituba along with Sarah Good and Sarah Osborne should be hanged for witchcraft. Such a shame, oh well, hurry along now.” I later found out that “On March 1, Sarah Goode, Sarah Osborne, and Tituba, an Indian slave from Barbados, became the first Salem residents to be charged with the capital crime of witchcraft.” (“First Salem Witch Hanging”).
As we walked along passed the three women and the large crowd I felt very uncomfortable. As if someone was staring at me. When I looked back I saw Tituba staring straight at me. Her stare wasn’t terrifying, but it felt more as if she were waiting for something. I ran and didn’t look back as they were incarcerated. I couldn’t shake the feeling of her staring at me throughout the day. What might’ve she been waiting for and why was she staring at me out of all the people in the crowd?
Many days pass and I could still feel her cold eyes on me as if she still were alive. I realized I just had to forget it because the more I thought about it I would go crazy. As I sat there in deep thought I heard a knock at the door. It was my best friend Janice. I was so happy to see her maybe I could get my mind off of this.
“You, Cordelia must have some nerve. I thought you were my best friend. What in the world is wrong with you!” she screamed at me.
“Janice what do you speak of? I have never done anything against you.” I said.