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 Spies They see you when your sleeping they know when your awake They know where you go and stay and they know where you live So you better Watch your back Spies By: Adam Pitt Spies Stealing Taking Spies Thieving Dishonest Spies Running Hiding Spies Fleeing Spies Lying Deceiving Spies Two-Faced Misleading Spies By: Adam Pitt 

Samuel Parris Adam Pitt Samuel Parris came to Salem Village, three years before the witch-hunt. With him was his daughter Betty. Of the Parris children there was also another younger daughter, age five, and a son, age ten. Also include in the Parris household was Parris' niece, Abigail Williams, who may have been an orphan. Paris was also in possession of a Caribbean slave, Tituba. While preaching hell and damnation, Parris also beleaguered his "parishioners to award him his due." Parris' due, in his eyes, included their unquestioning love and respect. He also wanted free firewood and pay he was owed. His own self-importance, and that of his position as the minister of Salem Village, is shown in his demand for gold candlesticks for the altar. His sermons were filled with his "bottomless depths of envy, insecurity, and greed." He believed the ministry was equal to nobility and expressed this view openly. He abhorred anyone who used the ministry for profit while, at the same time, constantly harped on the price of items in his pursuit to draw sympathy to, in his opinion, his meager existence. His existence was, however, far from meager as a home was provided for him and his family, as well as other material necessities. His constant demand for the salary due him was a genuine complaint. [] [] [] __Scapegoat__ Adam Pitt Murder. Chaos. Death. Blood. So much blood. It’s everywhere. It all started when I decided to go on a road trip to Rome from Paris. I had planned to go with my friends to celebrate the end of college. We all had passed with great grades. So we decided to go to Rome for some fun. I thought we should have just flown because I heard that something happened in Switzerland and that it was dangerous, but by car was the most exciting way. As we were going we got stopped in Switzerland by the border by men in tattered military uniforms. They told us to get out of the car and go with them or they would shoot us. We went with them. They made us walk for what seemed to be hours. They took our bags and drank our water right in front of us. When we finally got to a small town it looked like a bomb had landed. The town was destroyed. Buildings had huge holes in them and some buildings were completely gone. This was all we say before they put the blind folds. We were pushed through the town and to an old prison. The upper half of the was destroyed but the basement was still in good condition. As my blind fold was removed I got the pleasure of seeing and smelling the most disgusting room ever. Then suddenly I felt a blinding pain in the back of my head. When I woke I was staring at a small red light that I knew was connected to a video camera. Then suddenly someone somewhere asked “Where are you from”. I pretended I didn’t hear. They asked again. I answered in French. They asked again I answered in German. They asked again and this time a man walked in with a gun and placed it between my eyes. This time I quickly said that I am from France and that I was going to Rome for a vacation. The man then picked me up and took me back to the cell. Where I saw my friends bloody and bruised obviously they did not crack as easily as I did. The man shoved me to the ground into a puddle of very dirty water the color of sludge. As he left my friends help me get up and I made my way to the beds by the wall. This was my first good look at the room. It looked terrible. There were puddles every where the beds smelt terrible and the floor was covered in crackes and holes. After a few hours I fell asleep, when I woke up I saw my friends huddled together discussing something. Then they came over to me and shook me. When I got up they told me in hushed tones that they kept their phones and called for help. They call the French military and told them to bomb the place. When I heard that I jumped up and shouted if they were insane. They slapped a handover my mouth to keep me quit. They said that we were underground so we would not feel the effects much. It was a dumb idea but we were desperate. Days later we tried to escape we ran through the remains of the town followed by our captors. Suddenly there was a sound of gunshots I ran around the corner and turned and saw my friends on the ground dead. I kept running and I arrived at the prison and locked the door and bolted down stairs. As soon as I reached my cell there was an explosion from above. The bomb had struck. I waited a while longer when no more came I went back up to the surface. I walked away from the town and made it back to my car. I turned around and tried to prepare to tell my friends parents the bad news.