The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 975

Chapter 975: Prank

We visited a few more houses, and found that we weren’t the only ones unprepared for candy. Some people were too stressed by life to celebrate, others were simply unfamiliar with the holiday and felt it unnecessary, and some just couldn’t be bothered to prepare.

However, their attitudes were much better than that drunkard earlier. When we made our requests, most politely refused or simply said they had nothing, without resorting to curses.

“In that case, it’s time for our pranks!” Via exclaimed after an old woman politely declined.

“Um, do we really need to prank them? They already seem to have such pathetic lives,” Lorna asked sympathetically.

“You don’t understand. Pranks are also part of the festival. It’s for their own good. Parul and Big Brother Jayad already know, right?” Via said with a smile.

“Yeah,” I nodded. I had already figured that out when we encountered the drunkard. Pranks were part of the ritual. The scare had helped the drunkard vent a significant portion of his negative emotions.

“And there are other benefits, too. For example, this old grandmother. She might not be able to handle anything too intense, so we’ll do something simple,” Via said. She then slapped her hand on the door, leaving behind a bloody handprint as she moved on.

Via slapped the door a few more times, covering it with bloody handprints. It looked like a scene from a haunted house, utterly terrifying.

“Won’t you scare the old grandmother to death by slapping bloody handprints on her door? Elderly people don’t have strong psychological resilience,” Lorna worried.

“Don’t worry. To us, they look like bloody handprints, but the old grandmother will likely see black ones. Unless her Spirit Vision is also high, and with a wet rag, they’ll wipe right off,” Via said.

“So, what’s the benefit of doing this exactly?” Lorna asked, confused. She still couldn’t see how the bloody handprint would benefit the homeowner.

“Simply put, it leaves my aura behind. To other Demons and Monsters, it’s like saying, ‘This is my territory,’ or ‘I’ve already hunted here, you’re too late, so don’t bother coming.’ Via explained.

“There’s such a thing? So that’s why it’s called protection?” Lorna seemed to understand.

“How about you try pranking next? Choosing different prank methods based on the person is also a form of knowledge,” Via suggested with a smile.

So, after receiving candy from several more houses, we encountered another refusal. This family didn’t even open the door.

Lorna, therefore, phased through the wall and soon heard terrified screams from inside: “Help! There’s a ghost!”

“Hahahaha!” We all burst into laughter outside the door. The person inside quickly realized they had been tricked but, having seen a ghost, dared not get angry. They even opened the door with a look of terror, offering us several apples.

“Please, powerful deities, spare me! I was blind and offended you great deities. I’m sorry! Please accept these apples and go to other houses, don’t kill me!” they pleaded.

We were speechless. This was the first person scared into giving us candy by our prank. Had Lorna gone a bit too hard?

However, seeing that a lot of their negative emotions and stress had been released by the scare, and we had absorbed some spiritual energy, we gave them a blessing as per tradition, “Have a safe Halloween night.”

Only after seeing us terrifying beings leave did they cautiously close the door, unaware of how lucky they actually were.

After that, Lorna seemed to have become infatuated with pranks, perhaps reminded of the joy of scaring people when she was a vengeful spirit. She started reminiscing about her past, so to speak.

She pranked several more houses. Some she entered and turned off the lights, others had their guitars play by themselves, and some found messages written on tables. All were harmless but guaranteed to give people a good scare.

When it was my turn to prank, I smeared glue on the doorknob, hoping to give the stingy person inside a little surprise.

However, after that, we encountered an unexpected situation. We had reached the rooftop. We had almost cleared this building. Everyone’s pockets were full of candy, and there were only a few rooms left.

At this time, we knocked on a door. A pungent smell emanated from within. The door was opened by someone wearing a mask and plastic gloves, dressed entirely in a white lab coat.

Lorna immediately had a sense of déjà vu, and so did Sherris, because Pierce used to dress like that often, looking like a chemist.

Upon seeing us, the person handed us several candies and said in a rather strange tone, “Happy Halloween.”

“Hmm?” I looked at the candies in my hand, feeling something was off. The wrappers were crudely made, as if they had been wrapped by the person themselves. Some of the candies inside were even scattered, having turned into powder.

“This… the taste is wrong,” Via frowned, sniffing the candy in her hand.

I activated my God’s Eye and looked inside. I saw the person hunched by the doorway, seemingly eavesdropping on our movements. Inside their room, there were brick-like blocks wrapped in oilcloth, a purification machine in the corner, and a tank filled with water, on the surface of which floated powdery substances.

I gave everyone a look, signaling them to walk away so as not to be noticed by the person. Once we were in the hallway, I said, “That’s right, he’s a poisoner. His room is full of poison, and the candy he gave us is too.”

In this era, they might not have much understanding of poison, but Jayad and Via’s expressions showed disgust. They clearly knew what it was.

Many sources of poison were important materials for training and spellcasting. Many professions required them, such as priests in South America, assassins in the Middle East, and even mages used them during meditation. They also had medicinal uses, making it a highly profitable industry.

However, distributing poison to commoners, especially to children, was utterly wicked. I looked at Jayad, and he nodded. It seemed it was his turn to “prank.”

Jayad bundled his tentacles together and extended them directly out the window, approaching the poison den from the exterior wall before suddenly breaking through the window.

A large number of tentacles burst into the room, tightly binding the poisoner. In his terrified eyes, Jayad smashed the purification machine and overturned the water tank.

Then, using some unknown method, Jayad created a storm throughout the room. The strong winds scattered all the brick-like blocks, sending them flying everywhere, with most of them being blown out through the window.

I witnessed all of this through my God’s Eye. When the wind stopped, the poisoner had been tossed around and was in a coma. Jayad then sang a ballad, making him forget all his knowledge and experience in making poisons.

Doing good deeds without seeking recognition, we slipped away.