The Witch s Scream
Salem, Massachusetts, 1692.The frosty air of an October night glows in fiery red. A baying bloodthirsty crowd gathers to the town jailhouse. Their pitchforks and torches raised in their white-knuckled hands. Their faces twist and contort in snarling fury. They hunger for death.The structure of the gallows stand in the middle of the courtyard like a withered scarecrow, hauntingly guarding the realm between life and death. The executioner, face covered in his dark hood, is checking the knotted...