April 21, 1693

Dear Diary:

How can I get myself out of this mess?

What can I say? I'm a failure, and everyone thinks so. My mother, my father, they don't care. They never have, and here I am, an escaped "witch". I know what your thinking, Ken what happened? Well, let me start at the beginning.

It was just a normal day for me. It was early, and my mother came to wake me up. It was just a normal day. Father asked me to help him chop firewood for that night, Anne, Brooklyn, and Jimmy were playing in the yard, and mother was cleaning up around the house. Everything was normal. Well, at least I thought.

Around midday a carriage arrived, in it was a-, a minister? My father went to see what he wanted and why he was on our property. He tried to communicate to him, but he walked past my father and demanded me to show myself. I didn't know what to do, but my father quickly went to question his statement. He just asked my father, "I'm sorry, are you, Kenneth?" That, that statement sent chills down my spine.

"Now, I am only going to ask one more time, and one time only. Were is Kenneth?" asked the minister, demandingly. "He's not here." Insisted father. "Well then, if he's not here, then I must take you for his crimes." said the minister. "Take him away."

Wait! I said in an instant, "I am Kenneth." God, what did I do?