Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Revolt MADALINA Leaning against the door of Alexei's car, I yawned due to lack of sleep. Last night went at a snail's pace as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep. What if I met the werewolf in my dream again? My mom's hypothesis of meeting the fated mate during my sleep unsettled me and it stirred some paranoia in me.

With no knowledge of which way to go, I hit something hard and I black out. The next thing I know I wake up screaming in my bed, I shiver uncontrollably as the dried sweat makes my hair stick to my head. The sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, but my heart beat is already slowing because I’m at home safe and secure from any of those monsters out there in the woods. It was just a nightmare. In all the 17 years of my life, that would have to be the scariest nightmare I have ever had. I know I can’t go back to sleep after having a nightmare like that, so I get my phone out and check the time, its 2 in the morning I still have 5 hours until I have to get up. What am I going to do? I figure I

“I’m tired, Ricky.” “I’m just really tired. I feel like I haven’t gotten any real freaking sleep lately,” I responded, and it was the truth. Even before moving into Andrey Volkov’s last night, my sleep for the past few weeks had been terrible. It wasn’t ideal falling asleep every night knowing that any day I could have been asked to give myself to a stranger the next. Nothing but handsy old men and my ailing Papa lived in my head. Until Volkov had decided that he wanted me. Now he was in my head too and burrowing a place for himself there at an alarming rate, his presence clinging to me like a scent I couldn’t wash away.

I ate every last bite, the food tasted like ash. Night fell and the sound of the waves was a constant, and lonely roar. I put on the silky nightgown laid out on the bed, it was slightly transparent, and I felt a flush of humiliation. Was this Alexei’s doing? I climbed into the large, cold bed, praying for sleep to take me away from this nightmare. I must have dozed off, because a sudden knock on the door jolted me awake. My heart leaped into my throat. “Dmitri?” I whispered, sitting up. Had Dmitri found me already?

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

The light blue bedspread also looked unused. A meow reminded her that Piper wanted out, and she dropped to her knees to open the cage, thinking she’d set her kitty’s area up over by the closet, but that could wait. Once Piper was free, she scooped her up and leaned back against the headrest, her shoes hanging over the side so that she didn’t dirty the bedding. Piper began to purr, and Ru tried not to ask herself exactly what she’d gotten herself into. Here she was, half a country away from New York, on a school night, no longer employed, staying with a person she hardly knew, in a room that clearly held secrets, trying to hunt down a ghost of a mother, and lock away creatures from Hell. “Sou

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

I must cultivate her trust and friendship first before informing her that I'm the horrifying beast that scared her to death in the basement. I hoped she wouldn't reject me after discovering my true nature. Human ladies are not fond of werewolves. They tend to marry their own kind and reject other beings, especially werewolves, whom they consider scary and gross-looking individuals. Time passed quickly. When I glanced at the wall clock, it was already 9:00 in the evening. I was about to leave the bed, but to my surprise, I can't move my body! What the hell is happening? Suddenly, I feel so sleepy that my eyelids start dropping fast. I tried fighting the weird sleepiness that consumed my consc

THE UGLIES The first time Robby experienced a night terror, back in the early days of his infection, he had no idea what was going on. Something bitter twinkled to life in his dream, twisting the otherwise innocuous imagery into a nightmare that didn’t end with waking. This was always the worst part. The leftovers. Whatever despicable things the fever conjured in the dream—the uglies, as he’d come to think of them—followed him into reality. There they would linger.

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.