Diary of Abigail Williams- July 19th 1692:

Diary, this was a day of mixed emotions! On this summer's morning, multiple executions transpired including those of  Sarah Good, Rebecca Nurse, Susannah Martin, Sarah Howe and Elizabeth Wilde.  When Betty and I started our little charade, I had no idea that the people we accused of being witches would actually be convicted and hanged!  Betty, it seems, has had a change of heart due to the supposed guilt she feels for starting this whole affair, yet my mind is conflicted.  While Betty is a weak individual and doesn't seem to care that we are famous throughout our county now, I admit that I still love this fact.  But what I will describe for you now diary, are some of the events leading to the hangings, which is something that will be forever imprinted in my mind. Some of us ran alongside the cart which carried the accused women to the hanging tree at Gallows Hill.  There were huge crowds of people present to witness the spectacle and people began jeering and mocking the accused, in which we all joined in.  I was amazed at the community spirit that was felt throughout the crowd; it was electrifying!  

When Sarah Good was to be hung, Nicholas Noyes shouted at her to confess and she shouted back that that Nicholas was a liar and that she was no more a witch than he is a wizard. Once all the women were dead, they were cut down and disposed of in crevices at the side of the hill.  No prayers were said which was fitting since everyone assumed that they were not needed.  I have to admit that when the women were being cut down from their ropes that I could not breathe at the sight of them for which seemed like an eternity.  Their lifeless eyes seemed to stare back at me, accusing me.  While I enjoyed the events leading up to Gallows Hill, I came to the realization that these women are now gone.... forever....   Secretly, I choose not to believe in God or the Devil, yet I find myself now questioning my actions.  If it is true that there is a hell reserved for the wicked people on the earth, am I going there now?  And could these dead women perhaps want to haunt me?  I shudder at the thought.