S: The Forbidden Journal
FC: The Forbidden Journal of John Proctor
2: The third of February, year of our lord 1692. There have been rumblings in the towne about Abigail and the other girls. Some have been saying they were casting spells in the woods with Tituba, the Barbadian woman. Frankly, I would think they be dancing as girls do, but with Abigail, any black deeds can happen. That girl had darkened our doorway with her foolheartedness much too long. Not only do I think she is guilty of some black deed, I think she be a fool enough to bring the other girls into her demonizing.
3: Well, to benefit the doubt, they only be rumors. They shant have a pull on my life. | Narrative
4: February 23rd, Year of our lord 1693. Things have turned strange in our towne since the incidents with the Parris and Putnam girls lay dormant. The word "witchcraft" hath been uttered from many a mans lips, but even dear Goody Nurse knew the girls were simply in shock, nothing more. Well, we see how her word was keeped golden. Even Giles Corey has begun to suspect his wife of reading books, he said. It's preposterous to believe in this
5: trickery, and I know Abigail must be involved somehow. Ah, here cometh the Reverend Hale. I must depart for the village, as a town meeting has been called. I still have my suspicions about all this mess, and hopefully someone, even a damned excorcist can get that across. | Narrative
6: March 1st, Year 1692. Today had the blackest skies I have ever seen in my life. I was in the court today, as that is what the suspicion has come to, and the girls all seemed to be in a trance, as always led by Abigail. They accused not only beggar women, but also an old man who had not hurt a fly in his life. But the most despicable thing was how smug Abigail looked during the entire proceeding. Her wan face shone two eyes of cold steel, and her demeanor was as fiery as the deepest cave in hell. Her lies are comparable
7: to scripture, as everyone listens to them with quiet intent, and follow them as God given law. That girl be a fraud! | Descriptive
8: March the 12th, Year of the damned 1692. The lies are still being spat forth, and I have had enough. Mary Warren, who was on the court, had left my service, and I had enough of that. Down to the court I went with her and implored her to tell the truth, as Elizabeth was accused. What would any husband do to save his wife from the firey pit of hell? Mary did tell the truth, and Danforth gave her the chance, but it was at the cost of my good name. Yes, I committed the misdeeds of adultery, and it was the right thing to do
9: to save my beloved's life. May I live in damnation forever, but I will still have my name. My children will have thiers. My wife will have her life, and Abigail will lose hers. Is it not the right thing to do? | Persuasive
10: March the 13, A year in hell, 1692. God is dead, I say! They have taken everything that is good in the world and tossed it aside. They have become the judges for God, and nothing is coming to intervene. Why has this happened but for a small girl that was too much of a demon. She wanted me to her own, but I beat her and I am still my own man. But now my freedom is gone, as I stand accused, and no one can tell what will happen. I do not fear, not yet, but I can tell that the outrage is starting
11: to brew over in the towne, and I cannot disagree with thier pretenses. I just hope and pray that no one has to deal with any troubles due to these girls' lies and horrid attitudes. I implore ye, reader, do not believe a word that girl hath said. | Reflective
12: I have lost track of the date. I'm in a cell with nothing. I am not fed, but I am beaten. I cannot wash, but I am ridiculed. I have lost all goodness in society, and my faith in man is gone. If there be a divine spirit, he must intervene, as I cannot. My spirit is broken, and I have thought of confessing to save those others. My time is near, I have heard, as I can hear the rope against the scaffold in the breeze. As my life comes to a close, I can say that the goodness of man has left Salem, and nothing can bring it back.