Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

Just enough to taste you. Rori crouched beside her, brushing twigs and ash from his cloak. ‘And that man without the shadow? He finally blinked.’ I blinked back. ‘That’s… good?’ ‘No,’ he replied with a grimace. ‘His eyes turned white when he did. Fully white. Then he started walking in circles around the pit, like he was sleepwalking. I don’t think he is even alive.’ A heavy silence fell over us. Vladimyr finally turned around. ‘They’re experimenting again. Collecting pieces. That man is probably a failed shell. Whatever whispered your name, Katie… that wasn’t human either.’

Sasha whispered. *** Aurora was fast asleep, but even in her subconscious state, she could still feel her door opening and a footstep. It was like a dream, but something was poured on her face. She felt her face irritating and itchy, but she lay unbothered…… She jumped up from her sleep as the sun's rays entered her room; her face was scratching her so bad…. She ran to the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw…. Her face was deformed with rashes, and her hair was a dirty red color…. She screamed out loud with wild eyes…. Marisol came out from under her bed, laughing hysterically, falling on her butt….

“do you really think you can hate me?” ralph whispered to her, his low and hoarse voice sending shivers down her spine Gina was about answering when the shrill cry of her alarm tore through the fog of sleep, dragging Gina back to the harsh reality of her sun-drenched apartment. As her eyes fluttered open, she discovered that she had fallen asleep on the couch again while watching TV. the echo of Ralph's husky whisper still clung to the back of her mind, a phantom thread leading back to a tangled, disturbing dream. The sheets felt clammy against her skin, imprinted with the memory of phantom touches, desperate yearnings. Slowly, the details of the nightmare came into focus: the raw anger, the

-So, what is it about that trophy that you care so much about, ¿what did you mean that it has brought misfortune into your life? -That trophy is the cause of my nightmares, since I've been here I've had nightmares that make me wake up at three in the morning, there's something that haunts me, I don't know what it is, but whenever I wake up I see it in front of my bed looking at me with red eyes. -Maybe you suffer from sleep paralysis. -That's the weird thing, I've never had it before, and not only me, since he's been here, strange things have happened to many students.

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

I hurriedly stripped off my clothing, climbed back into bed, and attempted to regain control of my breathing while I lay there. The bed, which used to seem like a safe haven of warmth, now felt like a refuge of icy comfort. My ears continued to ring from the sound of the gunshot, which served as a spooky reminder of the dangers that were inherent in Russo's universe. As I lay there, helpless by sleep, the questions began to pile up on me like shadows in the pitch black. I waited for Russo, but it didn't appear that he was going to come back to bed any time in the near future. _____

I’d never met a man with inked hands before coming here. Must be a Russian thing. Lethargy pulled on my limbs, so I fell into bed without a stitch of clothing on and was dead to the world for a solid three hours. When I awoke, it was with a groan and a piece of still-damp hair in my mouth.

Memory d******d incoming. I flopped backward dramatically. “Ooh, am I gonna see cool psychology stuff? Like intelligent reverse psychology in action?” {You’re going to sleep. You’ll dream. I won’t be there. No eating. No Reddit. No getting hurt. Just watch.} “…Boring, but fine.” I closed my eyes. (I'll go with you Elena) Cute was the last thing I thought before I drifted off to oblivion. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

I asked and he nodded. I crawled in his bed and he held me. I felt safe and finally fell asleep. Saturday Dad was still sound asleep when I woke. I got up and made breakfast. After eating, I checked the radio. It was almost all static. I was about to give up when I heard a voice. "If any human can hear this, stay hidden. All the legends are real. Vampires, Werewolves, everything. They are capturing us in the streets. Stay hidden no matter what"