Jailed Journal
November 30th 1692

Wow! Who could believe this? I am stuck in jail for something I didn't even do. Everyone in this town is against me, and my friends have turned their backs on me. I dont know what their plans are for me. Are they going to kill me? Im way to young too die.



Its so cold in this dark damp cell. They have given me rags to wear, and my only possession I have left is my journal. I have gotten no food for three days, and I can feel my stomach twisting every second. I am sleepy all the time. Maybe deaths cold hand is finally starting to creep upon me.












Charles Daniel Goodin



December 2nd 1692

Christmas is growing near and i am feeling so alone. I can hear the church bells ringing at night signaling the evening mass. The same mass me and my family went to many times before. I wonder what there doing all the time. Do they miss me? How could they when the whole town thinks i am a witch.

i’ve started a tunnel out of here in the corner. The guards are still oblivious I think they are to busy torturing other prisoners to care if all goes well I will be able to try and make my escape on Christmas day. I need to get out of here while I still have a chance.












Charles Daniel Goodin


December 14th 1692

My hands are torn and bloody. There are allot more rocks than I imagined. The spoon that I was starting my way out with has broken, and I have resorted to using my hands. Scars and scaps cover my hands, but it will all be worth it once I use this tunnel and can make my escape.

I cant handle it in here I feel like I am starting to loose my mind maybe everyone was right. Maybe i am a witch. I mean thats what its starting to feel like. I am having bad thoughts and wishing evil deeds upon the towns people. Some of which used to be my best friends.












Charles Daniel Goodin


December 25th 1692

The tunnel was supposed to be done today, but I feel like i am not even half way done yet. My body aches and cries or sleep. I have slept a total of 6 hours in the last week and a half. I can feel myself shutting down, cant sleep because the screams of other prisoners keep me awake. The guards would tear even the strongest of mens wills to pieces until they will admit to anything. It is total b.s. How could one human treat another that way.Who knows but I have to get back to work before the guards wake up.












Charles Daniel Goodin

January 3rd 1693
Today is the day the tunnel is finished, and i am ready to make my escape it took hours of work but was worth it. I cant wait to see my family, but would they even want me back. Everyone seams to think i am evil. Some of my dearest friends called for my execution at my trial. Should I even go at least here they are not going to kill me.


I have to go! no matter what happens I need to see my family one more time even if they do not want to see me. If all goes well the tunnel should led me out to the west wall overlooking the corn fields where I can hide. Then at night i can make my break for town. I cant be seen by anyone not even my best friends who knows who can be trusted. I need to make my move. I will wright again when I am safe












Charles Daniel Goodin