This story is a work of fiction. Even though many of the names of the characters and places are real, they should be taken as nothing more than fiction. I have tried my best to be truthful in depicting many of the historical characters in this story as best I could, however at times I have taken the liberty of changing things to better suit my story. With that said read on and enjoy. After all it is just a story and stories are just words and not to be taken seriously, or are they something more?
The Letch of Salem
This is the way it was in 1692, when in a town called Salem witch fever spread like wildfire through every town and farm. Some will say the devil danced in Massachusetts, others claim it fake. Charges grew, children screamed, bodies fell while ropes swayed taught. Some claim child fantasy for those events in '92, yet were all the accused not guilty? I find this hardly true.
This is how it happened in that summer long ago, when a man they simply knew as letch strolled into Salem town. His head hung high and full of mirth, but in his actions was the trial's birth. To purge the dissidents of the town this the trials aim and it seems no wonder how quite soon the letch rose to his fame.
So this is the story of that fateful day when that arresting warrant came and declared to all that today is the day that the letch must face his trial. The letch must face his trial! The letch. The letch! The wicked letch of Salem.