Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta 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?

My Nightmare Natty's POV It was morning already and last night was a long night. I never knew he was that insatiable.I lot count as to how many times we did it. Thinking about it, I smiled. I looked over to him and smiled more. He was still sleeping like a baby. I tried standing up but I felt pain in my thighs. I tried again but I just groaned. My groaning woke him up,he was baffled and asked. "Baby are you alright..."he asked in a husky voice.

The line between reality and subconscious seemed to blur. Jess found herself trapped while she slept she stood there staring down at herself sleeping. Something dark caught her attention in the corner of the room it seemed to almost crawl towards her as it got closer the form split into to. It was Jedd and something else, something not human. She tried to let out a scream but it was silent and then the thing came behind her to covered her mouth it grabbed her arm to hold behind her back. Her entire body froze and she could feel it breathing down her neck. She stood there helpless as she watched Jedd crawl on top of her body in the bed. You’re sleeping. Wake up.

I wonder if she's looking for me all my nightmares would have been avoided with just a simple explanation But somethings where still shaby I saw demons in my dream I felt them, some of them spoke to me but this is reality, not some fiction children's booklet, right? ******************************** the street was slightly dark and empty, the only noise that could be heard where that of crickets and frogs the cold night breeze blew past my skin and I shivered, I could feel the Goosebumps growing in on me it was about 8:00 in the night, for some unexplainable reasons, people here at Mexico slept really early

The words died in my throat. She was asleep at her desk, head pillowed on her arms, dark hair spilling across scattered papers. Research papers everywhere. I stepped closer, quiet as hunting, and read the titles. Vampire-werewolf hybrids. Curse reversal mechanisms. Historical cases of species transformation. She's actually trying to cure me. Or researching how to make it worse? The old suspicion rose up, automatic after ten years of paranoia. But I looked at her sleeping face, at the exhaustion written in the lines around her eyes, and the suspicion crumbled.

I stopped on my word as his disgusting alcohol filled breath hit my nose ‘he is under influence of alcohol’ I spoke in my mind and lightly tried to pull away my body however the more I tried the more I was squeezed on his chest because of which after couple of attempt I gave up and let my tired body crash down in his arms ‘you will regret this in morning’ my sub conscious said before I closed my eyes and let my broken sleep take over me. Next morning I woke up because of unexpected hard push which made my body roll down on floor where I was sleeping peaceful “Ahhh…… je… sus…..” I cried as my sleep was dramatically disturbed “What the fuck BITCH?” I heard someone growling loudly beside me ‘OH

And then I go back to F******k, scroll through her page till I get to the first post, and move forward through all of them until I’ve read every single one. I stay up as long as I can, finally falling asleep sometime around 4 AM. I dream that I’m naked and standing in the Bell Tower at school, in the cold and the rain. I look below me and everyone is there, professors and students, and Ruka eating a stake, holding it up to the sky like toasting me. The ground—the ground is closing in. And as though I got pushed from behind, I see myself falling down. But before I hit the floor, I hear a noise over my shoulder as everything around me collapses.

All had succumbed, some more suddenly than others, gone to sleep and had those cobweb blankets pulled over to tuck them in. ‘Jesus,’ said McBride as he steered through the community. ‘I’ve never seen anythin’ like it. Never want to agin.’ ‘Amen to that,’ Strauss whispered. He had the driver pull up near the corner shop and open the door. They were going out to fetch the first samples of what had been dubbed back there as the Sleeping Sickness, but what Strauss had long since come to think of as his nemesis. The thing keeping him from her. Yet wasn’t it also—he believed—the thing that would bring them together?

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.

Lately i have this feeling that I’m being watched. It started a few days ago and that nagging feeling hasn’t left. I’m also having strange nightmares of being surrounded by wolves. The one that i keep having the most, scares me. The moon was shining in a beautiful bright blue colour, providing the only source of light in the dark mystical forest, the trees were like towers and the forest was eerily quiet. I was lying down on soft sand near a river bank, wearing only a thin white dress, the sides of the dress were torn in a strange pattern. I was fast asleep but later woken up by a blood-curdling howl. It was so scary and bone-chilling, I stood up extremely fast and took in my surroundings.