Creepypasta Russian Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

The heart of the Prometheus pulsated with a rhythmic, rhythmic violet light, echoing the urgency of the 144-hour countdown. Scarlett stood before the "Neural Link" pod, her jade brush resting on the console, its tip glowing with a mixture of ink and liquid fiber. Caleb sat inside the pod, the silver tattoos on his skin flickering like dying stars. The "Sleep Command" from the probe had been temporary, but the "Backdoor" was still wide open, a gaping wound in his soul that the Creators could exploit at any moment.

She wore a long silk robe, tied neatly at her waist. “I’d honestly prefer if you stayed. But…” She undid the knot of her robe, letting it part slowly. Her fingers reached up hesitantly, slipping the silk from her shoulders. It fluttered down, pooling at her feet. She stood there, fully exposed. “I woke you up hoping you’d come upstairs instead of falling asleep on the couch.” ⸻ LENA A nightmare had dragged me from sleep, leaving me drenched in sweat. The details were hazy, but I remembered Christian and Genevieve—both naked. The image lingered like a fog I couldn’t escape. It left me so unsettled that sleep became impossible.

But in doing so… She’d also awakened monsters. Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Fall It started with a whisper. By morning, it had become wildfire. A video. Grainy. Shaky. Darkened corners of bedrooms, muffled voices, slurred confessions. A face—Helena’s—superimposed in scenes that weren’t hers. Her name stamped in the file title: HELENA_EXPOSED. Within minutes of it being uploaded to a private student chat, it had already reached hundreds.

~Mateo~ Everything drains my courage. I couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, Rusair appears, dark and spine-chilling. He would torture me in nightmares, and I would be forced out of sleep. Jerking up and finding myself on my bed, sweat emanated from all over my body. I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, all I see is terror, the fear of being haunted down, the trepidation of seeing Rusair again. How he would torture me remained a constant debate in my head. This morning, I sat in front of the vanity table, staring at my bed. I have no peace anymore, even my bed has rejected me the comfort of sleep.

-------------------------------------- A week later - It's been a week that I have been suffering day and night from those super painful nightmares, and there is no one to help me out. I tried everything that I could, but nothing helped. Even Ryan's scent also failed in front of those nightmares. Everything that Wilson did with that werewolf family is so gruesome that I cannot forget even a tiny detail about it. Whenever I think about it, I feel like I am the one he tortured. If he had not clarified that the wolf that he experimented on was a male wolf and the time when he experimented was the time when I was not even born, then I should have believed that I was the one whom he experimented

If you don't, I'm going to scream. -Your parents can't hear you, they're in a deep sleep and won't wake up for a long time. -¿Who are you? -Stop fighting, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice. -Neither way, ¡let me go now! -I wanted you to agree willingly, but ¿what can you expect from a mortal? I kneed him in the crotch and took the opportunity to escape. I went to my parents' room and found them asleep, I tried to wake them up but they ignored me. I opened their eyelids and their eyes were completely white.

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

I wanted to call Chelsea but I went against it and placed back my phone on the table. Maybe I would call her later. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It felt like I was floating in thin air like outta space. I was surrounded by darkness but at a far distance I could see a tunnel of light. I followed it and it led to a dark room. It was full of chains and dead skeletons. The place gave me the chills. Something was written on the wall in a red substance. BEWARE YOUR END IS NEAR. Before I could respond the room began spinning and everything turned pitch black. I woke up breathing hard. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and I turned on the lights.

' Such articles showed up and I clicked on them randomly. The more I read the content, the more I felt horrified. I felt like I have woken up in an alien world and I did not know anything that was going on! I could not believe my eyes and I had to rub them until they were painful just to confirm that what I was seeing was real and I was not dreaming. What the hell happened? Everything was perfect when I slept last night and people were still cursing Lucien, how comes it is my name on the chopping board?

The incense was kept. "Wow! You slept like an hour, Darren," Rupert commended. An hour? It felt like a few hours. I've never slept that long without nightmares since I was cursed. "Sleeping like a baby," Mariko teases. Yawning, I asked Rupert to get me some water so I could focus when Mariko explained my curse. I still feel a little drowsy. Suddenly, she told me to remove my shirt. I think she saw what happened in my memory.