Echoes of Salem: A Caretaker's Personal Journey

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Daily the ancient woman asked when she was allowed to go home and I always gave her the same answer; it’s not up to me and that I’m only her caretaker and caretakers like me in this nursing home don’t get a say in when patients go home. Hopefully they release her soon because her complaining is getting just as annoying as the creaky ceiling fan near me. The woman started going off on me and I just rolled my eyes. Since I’m used to her throwing toddler-like temper tantrums, I’ve learned how to tune her out. Luckily, I only have a year left of working here and I’ll finally be off to college. Once the day ended, I go straight to the library. For months I’ve been researching the Salem Witch Trials since I found out that some ancestors of mine were executed because …show more content…

Are you guys stalking me now?” I asked. “Yeah, definitely,” He responded, the sarcasm very clear in his voice. “If you all looked closer, you’d see I’m researching the witch trials, not researching witchcraft,” I rolled my eyes. I pushed my way through the enormous crowd, despite them trying to stop me, and made my way home. Very early the next morning, I woke up to loud banging on my door. I walked downstairs and opened the door. I saw the same crowd as yesterday, but about two to three times larger. “Seriously, what do I have to do to prove my innocence for this? Do you guys need to search my house or something? Go straight ahead, you’ll find nothing,” I shouted. “If we do find something, we’re taking you to court,” One man stated. The main few men that may have started this whole riot went straight into my home and began to tear the place up, not literally though. They searched everywhere for evidence that I may be practicing witchcraft, but still found nothing, as I said. They searched my room, living room, kitchen, even my computer search history. The mess they made is worse than a little kids room after playing with all their

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