Pranks On Sleeping People Novels & Stories

And then, her hand shot up out of nowhere. Fist clenched. “KAII!! YOU ARE A BEAST. GET AWAY FROM ME!” BAM! Straight to my eye. I jerked back instantly. “..WHAT THE…?!” I grabbed my face, stumbling off the bed. “What kind of sleeping technique is that?!” I snapped, blinking hard. She didn’t even wake up, still lying there like a log of wood. Still Peaceful and gracefully. Like she hadn’t just tried to send me to the afterlife.

Damulag saw that he was asleep so the guy decided to pester him to get back for the prank he pulled on us a while ago. Damulag shook him repeatedly but he wasn't waking up, so the big guy took some of the snacks on his table and went back to his own chair. I decided to shake him too but, again, nothing happened. I was wondering why he wouldn’t wake up when I suddenly realized that he must be pretending to be asleep like the time he pretended to fall. It was impossible for him to actually sleep at once upon sitting down. And Damulag was a really strong "shaker" too..

There is no way I can sleep again because of my excitement. I hear the airhorn go off, and I fall off my bed at the loud noise. Woah, I got pranked by my own prank. I hear Reed let out a grunt and a string of curses. I snicker. I go downstairs and wait. “KIARAAAAAA,” I hear four voices shout my name and a pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. Four pairs of eyes glare at me, there is pin-drop silence, and we all look at each other and start laughing.

"On April Fools' Day… Y-You said it was… okay to prank her… to teach her a lesson… she won't forget…" When James heard that, his grip loosened. Marissa was right. The night before we were supposed to depart, Marissa had sought him out, sweetly begging him to let her play a prank on me again since it was April Fools' Day tomorrow. She claimed that she was only planning on turning off my oxygen for a few seconds, just to give me a good scare. He was busy browsing documents at the time, so he didn't even bother raising his head as he responded with, "Do whatever you wish, just don't take things too far."

Scribbling feverishly on a roll of toilet paper with a crayon (which, honestly, was a bit of a struggle given that crayons weren’t exactly designed for high-level engineering work), he began to draft his solution: Feasibility Report on Counteracting the Nap Monitoring System Problem Description: Teachers can see through all the fake sleeping tricks. Core Issue: A three-year-old body can’t control farting, burping, or drooling, which results in being caught during nap time. Solution: Create a Fully Automated Fake Sleeping Assistance Device, aka Sleep God 2.0.

He was just immediately gone with that specific quality of unconsciousness that arrived without transition, the way it did with people who could fall asleep in under a minute and had never once understood what it was like to lie awake for two hours parsing a conversation that had already ended. I sat there with my phone in my hand and looked at him. He snored softly. "You." I tapped him once more on the arm, not hard enough to actually wake him, more for the satisfaction of doing it. "You punched someone's jaw in front of sixty people and you are just sleeping. Incredible." He did not stir.

He was laughing. " Not at all... You know if I don't sleep for two nights then the third day I can even sleep while standing. " " This is too much, you are kidding me. " " Trust me, If I sleep all of a sudden under that condition and if anyone asks me anything, I start behaving as if I am drugged or given the medicine so that I can only speak the truth. I would even admit that I murdered someone if I really had. I mean to say that I lose control over my mind. And the funniest part is, that I won't remember anything about it when I get up. " he was looking at me with surprise and then he burst out laughing.

I mean, you don't get to see these type of drama everyday right? What are the odds that a strange man whom you had a one night stand with is in your room asking you to move in with him? Was it April fool's day already because she doesn't quite get the joke. Maybe it was a prank. Someone was definitely hiding in her bedroom with a camera waiting to pop out any moment from now to scare her and maybe tell her that she has been pranked for a new reality television show or something. "You can come out wherever you're hiding guys." She cheered on. "I know that this is a prank so let's save ourselves the trouble." She singsonged, waiting but no one appeared like they usually do in the movies.

I just hoped that, for once, things would go as planned. But in this world, nothing ever did. After sending the text, I turned my attention back to Logan. He was fast asleep on the couch, sprawled out in the most comfortable yet awkward position. I’m not sure when he moved from my shoulder. An idea crept into my mind, and with a mischievous smirk, I carefully rolled him onto his side, knowing the new angle would make him uncomfortable. It was a harmless little prank, just something to amuse myself and maybe coax a groggy complaint from him later. His face scrunched up momentarily as his body adjusted to the awkward position, but he didn’t stir.

Half an hour passed. The crowd stayed quiet, except for the occasional murmur of surprise. "Wait, are these people actors?" "They've fallen asleep on the bench! Some of them are even snoring!" "There's no way any actor would think this is good acting… which ironically means it has to be real! This is better than any sedative we've ever seen!" The crowd was baffled. "Were they really insomniacs to begin with?" "How the hell could they sleep soundly on the floor like that?"