Romans & histoires Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta

Creak! The sound of rustling sheets made Ravi's head jerk towards his bed, his eyes widening in surprise, and unconsciously, he took a step back. A large lump was shifting within the messy blankets on his bed. Ravi's heart raced, pumping blood rapidly through his veins. Instead of fleeing, he found himself fixated on the lump, curiosity driving him to uncover whatever or whoever was suddenly in his room.

I have been bored for quite a while so it’s good for me, and it includes creativity which is my forte Eventually we were meant to go to bed, but I was unable to sleep, it's been 2 hours now. And all I’ve done is toss and turn. I reached for my phone and looked at the time, 3am. The sun is already fully out again. Russia is weird. I pushed the covers off my leg and walked around to Vladims side, before slipping my legs into his huge sandals. My legs looked tiny compared to them but I just needed them for some time to go and get some food maybe.

Even if we’re in the house. I walk up to my room. I close the door and lay down on my bed. I think I might just take a nap. ========= “Sofia, Sofia…” Alexsei’s rough Russian accent has me jumping in fright. I sit up on the bed. “What’s going on?” I look out the window, it’s dark out. “Sofia, were you dreaming about something unpleasant?” he asks. I frown shaking my head. “I wasn’t having a nightmare at least…” I think back on the nightmares that have been plaguing me over the last couple of years.

The humidity in my bedroom was thick, a suffocating velvet that seemed to pulse in time with the flickering streetlamp outside. For weeks, I'd woken up drenched in sweat, the remnants of dreams so vivid and carnal they felt like memories. I'd felt eyes on me-dark, hungry eyes peering through the rusted slats of the ventilation duct above my bed. I'd heard the faint, rhythmic scraping of something moving in the walls, a sound that made my pussy ache with a dull, insistent thrumming.

Terribly. I drifted off to sleep only to be found by my nightmares. My Russian nanny had put me to sleep. After the way ma kicked me, I was scared. I didn’t go to the room for one day even though I listened to the whimpers. But my curiosity got the better of me. My little feet took me to the same room from where I heard painful whimpers. “Ghost?” I whispered. “Are you there?” It was very dark but I couldn’t sleep because I heard those pitiful noises.

Sunlight streamed through the window. The clock on the wall read nine in the morning. I pushed myself up in bed, unable to remember a single thing. We had been conducting an experiment in the laboratory… hadn’t we? Or had I imagined it? I was clean, dressed in my favorite pajamas. What had happened? I tried to slip out from under the blanket but realized something was blocking me. Or someone. Behind me, Ruslan slept soundly, his arm carelessly draped over my waist.

“What could be so terrifying that it… killed them in their sleep?” Margaret shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Anton didn’t respond immediately. His jaw tensed, his gaze darkening as if recalling something he’d rather forget. “They were all afraid of different things,” he finally murmured. “One of them said they kept seeing a woman with hollow eyes standing at the foot of their bed, whispering their name.” “Another swore they were being dragged under the floorboards every time they closed their eyes. Some said they felt hands around their throat, tightening, squeezing, until they couldn’t breathe,” he added.

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.

“If I had not been warned in advance, I would have gone crazy from surprise. Or out of fear, why lie to yourself. But after such an unequivocal confirmation of the truth of Vlad's story, it was easier for the Frenchman to make further plans for his life in an unfriendly new world. Yes, now he probably agreed that by the unknown forces that the experimenters set in motion, he was thrown into places from which it is not too easy to return home. Although, why come back? Stand in front of the firing squad? No, please. -Let's go, - the Russian made an inviting gesture. And they went through the clearing, spreading tall, waist-high grass to the sides. There were no trails, or even crushed stalks,

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.’