Epilogue To The Crucible

Witches. Spells. Murder. Parris’ dreams always had a way of seething through the obscene things the world had created. Much to Parris’ disgust, one of his fantasies was about to become a reality. The setting: Salem, Massachusetts, New England, 1692. A tale of lies, betrayal and witchcraft is etched in history. The tale tells of ten restless girls and one fateful night in the woods. Whilst their parents slept, their devious daughters swiftly ran towards the forest. The moonlight danced as they danced themselves. Only they did not know what dangers followed them as they took those fateful steps. However this was unlike any other night. Something was going to happen tonight….
Smoke! Fire! Burning! Parris jolted awake. Sweat dripped from his brow
Why whenever trouble occurs in Salem, Abigail is always, always involved. Why, oh why did she have to be my niece? Now my Betty’s in the forest doing God knows what. With her countless mistakes starting with ‘the incident’ at the Proctor household, it makes me regret my decision to welcome her into my loving home.” He snivelled angrily to himself. His mind wandered to ever convoluted and obscene action that in the wrong hands could destroy his parish. What were they doing? In the dead on night. They could be singing or even worse. His face turned to horror. They could be dancing. His face covered his mouth in disgust.
He went to turn back and tell someone but thought better of the situation. Alerting anyone with their absence, would reflect harshly on me and the church. Parris, again with his obsessive compulsive thoughts began to get weary as he remembered his reoccurring fears and anxiety about the loss of his reputation. With every step that Parris walked the forest, the smell of the smoke intensified even more. And with every step, he continued into the unknown yet treacherous
A more sinister find was that the person manning the pot was Parris’ slave Tituba. As Parris saw his slave, his facial expression moved from bewilderment to shock and then finally to anger. He started to move towards the group of girls. As he did, bodies extended from the dress and as Parris’ eyes adjusted, bodies began to resemble faces. Features and faces had become more visible and more visible. That’s when Parris saw Abigail, Betty and the other girls from the village. And they were engaging in a sinful act. They were dancing. Such lawlessness will not be ravaged in my town! Parris thought angrily.
The scene was one of nightmares. As Parris walked, he tripped over something on the ground. As he looked down to see what it was, he was surprised to find that it was another white dress, a staple clothing of the women of Salem. He was about to question the find when he look up. He saw in the clearing a completely naked woman, her face turned and her identity unknown. As he saw the image, he turned away in disgust and uttered the words.
“Lord have mercy” Parris uttered in