Creepypasta Russian Sleep Experiment Novels & Stories

The muffled sounds of indistinct voices and the rhythmic hum of experimental machines echoed through the hazy fog that enveloped my mind. In the depths of my unconsciousness, I could still sense a prickling sensation coursing through my veins. It was as if a searing, hot liquid was being injected into my very being, invading the sanctuary of my bloodstream. The realization struck me with a jolt of terror. Were they attempting to turn me into one of their monstrous creations, a helpless victim of their insidious experiments?

Konstantin went on, "we have been preparing for this worst. Our Russian scientists are also conducting an experiment." "What experiment?" I said with a curious frown. "We call it, 'the Russian Sleep'," he said. "Our researchers have discovered a new method of improving the quality of human subjects," he went on and clicked on a slideshow. "We selected random humans and intoxicated them with an experimental drug." Pictures flashed across the large transparent screen, showing a chamber with several humans inside. They were sleeping on metal beds and being monitored by a group of scientists through a one-way glass. There were various pipes attached to a large tube filled with a blue substance.

Once again, it gave me every reason to note that the red head doctor was not as innocent as he made himself out to be. Thirty minutes later, i was laying all alone in my dark room, trying to lull myself to sleep but Giovanni's dark words was giving me every reason not to. I had long forgotten what a night with haunting dreams was and now that he had reminded me of them, i hoped not to have them again. I didn't know how much time had passed as i slowly felt my eyelids get heavy, unable to keep my eyes open. Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched even in your sleep? It was like being unable to force your eyes open no matter how hard you try, leaving you with no choice but to

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

Great. Wonderful. I had discovered a new talent last night: lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and counting worst-case scenarios until four in the morning. Five stars. Very immersive. Would not recommend. From the laundry room, the washing machine turned softly. Salma was in there, her Russian muttering breaking through every so often. Another little sock had gone missing. Maybe there really was a sock syndicate in this house. They escaped in pairs, leaving one family member behind as a threat.

I applied a lot of paste and brushed thoroughly. When I was done, I rinsed my mouth abundantly with water and sighed as I stared at the mirror… at myself. Were those large sleep bags under my eyes? Ugh! That pervert made it hard to sleep last night. I was conscious of every movement, down to the smallest sound he made as he turned and tossed. To be honest, I was terrified of his other rabid wolf groping me when I slept so I half dozed through the night. How I woke up on his chest drooling away was still a mystery to me.

Then another nightmare hit me. I was standing in a white room. Everything around me was empty. Then she appeared. The woman from my first nightmare. Maledicta. She smiled. “You lived.” I couldn't move. “Good.” She stepped closer. “I need your blood.” I woke up screaming. My heart was beating so hard it hurt. The doors burst open. Lucien and Kiran entered at the same time. Then they saw each other. Both growled. I stared at them. “Can you two stop?”

Their large figures have disappeared, leaving Roseanne completely at the mercy of their enemies. Alexei…It was her last thought before she blacked out. … Roseanne stirs in her sleep. She slowly opens her eyes and panics for a moment. Where am I? She wonders in fright but then she begins to recognize the large tapestry on the walls of the bedroom she shares with Dmitri. Dmitri…mate…Undead… The events of last night are rushing back to her head and she realizes where she is. Roseanne slowly gets up but a voice stops her.

Her sleep was deep and dreamless, allowing her to restore her strength. She woke when the room turned chilly. The sun had settled low in the sky, almost setting for the day. A slight breeze blew through the open window, shifting the curtains. A window she hadn’t left open when she went to sleep. Sitting up, Elena quickly looked around the room. She didn’t see anyone, but it didn’t calm her fears. She moved her hand to the side and brushed something in the bed next to her. Stifling a scream, she looked down and found a single crimson rose. The message was clear—Ryan was toying with her.

“You hate olives. You pretend you don’t because everyone at his tables eats them with their cocktails. But you always leave at least one on the plate, thinking no one will notice. You lied to me about your favorite book three times before you finally admitted you reread crime thrillers instead of philosophy texts. You cried at animated movies, but didn’t cry once when you told me you were going to fake your own death.” My throat tightened. He wasn’t reading from a file. “And,” he added, voice dropping, “you talk in your sleep, solnishko. In Russian. Even before you remembered a single word when you were awake.” My heart stuttered. “I don’t speak Russian,” I said. His eyes searched mine. “You