The Salem Witch Trials...

"I am not a witch!",I proclaim to the once caring but now questioning neighbors.
Some small children in the village nearby have been mysteriously becoming sick. The sickness is a mystery to all and consists of convultions, contortions and outbursts of gibberish. Foreigners? Animals? No one can understand where this disease could have come from.
I have always been a loyal citizen to the small town of Salem. I work at the elementry school just down the street, I go to the Baptist church on the corner of Main Street and 11th Avenue, and I bake a batch of no-bake cookies for the neighbors Christmas gifts each year.
Never in a million years would I have thought people would ever question me.
Witches are looked upon as cruel, wicked and twisted. Most people associate magic, black cats and pointy hats with witches...but not this time. In my hometown of Salem, the society is beggining to believe that long-term citizens are actually witches. Naive people are making themselves believe that these so-called "witches" are torturing these young girls. Do witches exist?
Headed to the market, I stroll down the streets of Salem. For some odd reason, I can feel an immense pressure weighing me down. Why? As I continue my journey, I feel as if piercing eyes are watching my every foot step down the rusty-red brick road. What seems like whispers, flood my ears and morph into a loud buzzing roar. I gather my neccesities at the market and flee home in lightening speed.
A few days sluggishly crawl by. To avoid the hurtful rumors, I stay in my cozy, one bedroom stone cottage as much as possible. As I huddle by my sweltering, stuffy fire, I hear a howling crowd. I rise up and see a sect of raging villagers. What do they want from me?
"WITCH! WITCH! WITCH!", the mob chants!
"I am not a witch, I am human!", I exclaim!
What has made everyone think I am a witch? I have never done anything but be nice to all of the residents of Salem. I am just like them...human.
I am forced to go through crucial trials to prove that I am no witch. The council of Salem is still not convinced. Why me? The Salem community shows me no mercy and insists that I am a witch and say I am the one causing all of these disturbances. What am I going to do?!