The Welkin 2014 | Page 17

Aaron, who began to lead the group to the accused’s house. The ringleader to the group banged on the door with enough force to rattle the hinges. “Anne! Come out! We accuse thee of being a witch!” Aaron yelled, banging on the door. The door creaked open, and the town has remained silent ever since. The wrath of a woman scorned silenced a community for life. The city remains to this day, frozen, silent. No bodies found. Photo by: Caitlin Corbett