28 April 1692, Thursday
Father and I attended Lecture in the Village. Lizzie, still ill on a morn, stayed behind, though Silas was there. He would not sit with us, though. He says he is too humble a farmer, though Father and I insist otherwise. On and on Parris droned, mocking those who would not see what he commanded them to see. False and Untrue Prophets, he called them. Only by turning our true faith unto God can we overcome the dangers the Devil has sent upon we sinners of Salem. Parris urged us to shake off our spiritual and moral apathy. With a voice of thunder Parris said we are watching the dawn of End Times.
“These are dangerous days.” Parris pummeled his fist to the lectern whilst his face flashed fury. I thought the lectern would shatter and Parris would disappear where no one
