Isabella Ciampa

The Accused

In the cold dreary night I was taken from my bed, ripped from my dreams, I screamed in agony. “What is this intrusion?!” “You, Audrey Sybil, are hereby charged with witchcraft, and you are to be put on trial.” the guard said, struggling to keep me contained. My fathers look was fearful, it was as though he had seen a ghost.