Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Because my older sister, Zara Gomez, dreamed of becoming a psychologist, I became her favorite test subject simply because I had been highly sensitive since birth. She said children should not be given too much security, so my parents missed every important moment in my life for years. She said people at their lowest should not be coddled, so when I was critically injured in a car accident, they turned around and went on vacation to Coral Isle. Only Aaron Shaw ever stood up to them. He would tell me gently, "Cry if you need to. I'm here." Then came the wedding by the beach. I waited and waited, but he never showed. Holding up the hem of my wedding dress, I searched the beach anxiou

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,

My eyes drift shut, and the rhythmic sound of Milanya’s breathing pulls me into a fitful sleep. It feels like moments later when I’m stirred awake by the soft creak of the bedroom door. My body tenses instinctively, but the scent of vanilla and sandalwood fills the room, calming me instantly. Ruslan. I keep my eyes closed as I hear him move around the room, his steps careful and quiet. The mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed, and for a moment, I think he’s just going to fall asleep. But then he speaks, his voice raw.

My fingers, locked in the painful spasm of the last moments of my life, gripped tightly at the torn exam document. My nails had turned a terrifying bluish-purple color that dug deeply into my flesh. The blood flowing from my temple had dried up, and it had now congealed into a dark red puddle on the concrete floor. Dad walked over and kicked my stiff feet with his leather shoe in absolute disgust. "What kind of performance art do you think you're doing now?" He then rolled the exam paper into a tube and slammed it hard against my shoulder. "Did you seriously think that you could continue pretending to play dead with just a bunch of red ink and get out of having to redo all your exam question

My breathing became shallow and my eyes turned to white because of my vivid fantasies of Diana sucking my hard part. " Yes, Ahhhh, fuck I'm coming baby!" He shouted until his orgasms hit his wall and his mattress. ------- Drake Pov " No! Help!" I shouted when Raquel took my phone and did a very nasty things in front of me. She's in my lap, bouncing her butt and grinding her hips above my hard part. It's a good feeling to released my orgasms but not for her. I'm having sex with a vampire now. At first, I thought I was only dreaming that someone was harrasing me while I'm asleep but it's real. She's been taking me the whole time. I don't understand how. She's a human when we met, now she had f