Narrative Essay On The Crucible

The autumn breeze rushed through the crowd of people, leaves from a nearby tree blew off and into the distance.The body swayed in the wind from its rope. Another citizen had been accused of witchcraft and hung. The face of the dead body was swollen with a permanent look of fear on its face. I watched the executioner cut down the body into a waiting cart. I watched as the victim’s family left with pure hatred written over their faces. The rest of the assembly left and went back to the village. I was left alone in front of the hanging tree.
This was the fifth “witch” they had hung in the past month, but this man I knew personally. It was the merchant whom I would buy my cloth from to sew. Alexander Jiles, I believe his name was. I feel a rebel

Her family has worked for mine for generations. I walk up the stairs and into my bedroom. It lays separate from my husband’s room so I know I will have peace. I fall asleep and awaken to the chants of ‘Get the witch’. Outside my window, the sky is an eternal night. Below pinpoints of light glow from torch fire. I quickly walk out of my room and downstairs into the parlor.
“Pray pardon me but what is happening?” The congregation of servants look at me as one fearfully approaches me.
“Beg you pardon, ma’am. Phoebe went into town and started talking well of Alexander Jiles. Now the townspeople are coming to try her as a witch!”
“Where arth Phoebe?” The crowd broke apart to reveal Phoebe. Her skin was pale and she was shaking. “Miles,” I say turning to another servant. “Take Phoebe out the back door and as far away as you can travel.” Miles nods and grabs Phoebe’s hand, together they run through the kitchen and out the back door. I go up to the front door to confront the mob. The assembly of villagers is now screaming for Phoebe’s head.
“Pray pardon me, but my I help you?” The mob of witch hunters quiets down as Sir Miles steps out to address me.
“I’m sorry, Lady Goodwin, but the town is in a fright that a witch may be living in your home.” I put on a shocked looking