I am the pastor of my church in Beulah, Massachusetts. My goal is to preach to my people and inform them of the duties we owe to our Savior, Jehovah, Jesus Christ, and the one and only God. There is no, and I mean
NO, tolerance of witchcraft in this
community. One sign of witchcraft, and you are
DEAD.
Some may see me as a burly man. My
strong body, lean figure, and knotted beard make me look somewhat like a lumberjack, a blacksmith, or even Jesus Christ himself, but I am simply just a dedicated reverend. When you think of a pastor of a church, you probably imagine a sweet, old man, correct? Let me just inform you now; once you get on
my bad side, I can be very
intimidating.
Immigrants from England have just arrived in my town of Beulah.
ALL SEEMED WELL, but I have heard suspicions of witch craft in my community. On the four month boat ride to Salem, Massachusetts, some had reported that they had seen a white rabbit on the ship, a sign that there may have been a witch on board the fleet. They also experienced the Northern Lights, or the Celestial City; It may have been an
omen!
I have been keeping a very close look out for anything out of the ordinary, and I have had suspicions about this young girl named Mary... Let's just say that I am the hunter, and the witch is my prey. I STALK, I HUNT, and I KILL.
