Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

A thick, expensive rug lies on the hardwood floors, concealing the secrets that must have been spilled on this very spot. ‘Wow, why haven't I noticed all these?’, I pondered. Probably because I didn't get the chance to notice this things earlier. I took a quick bath, scared that he might barge in a see me in just a robe. I hopped in bed and fell asleep. I woke up to a strange sound, I turn on the bedside lamp and turned to where the sound was coming from. It was Nikolai who laid beside me, sleeping but he seems to be having a bad dream. His brows and forehead were furrowed, his eyes twitching and he kept muttering some words.

I screamed desperately for help, as if anyone would actually hear, as if anyone cared enough to come rescue me, but once again, life showed me that it wasn't like that, that I was alone, and unless I found a way myself, no one would save me from here. In no time, the dress that covered me was in shreds on the floor, and now I found myself in the middle of a chilling room, covered only by my underwear and surrounded by a dozen men who looked at me as if I were just any whore. The Russian approached me slowly, devouring me with his eyes, and I shivered to such an extent that my teeth chattered. When he was in front of me, he went back to taking my hair and, just like in the other room, he inha

Learning under her really made me anticipate my first target. Two months in and things were going accordingly. I knew she would be proud of my achievement, but the thought made my stomach drop into a frightening hollow. I tried to rack my head on many days to comprehend what was happening to me, and concluded it was because we slept together. A very stupid assumption because Rapheal hasn't been home ever since we visited the snow forest– ten days later– and the longing in me only ached more. I figured things might have been hectic at the office, given the way Ruben barged into his home study sometimes to grab certain files and books. When I try to pry into the matter, he skillfully avoids th

Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep. One exhausting evening, she returns home barely able to keep her eyes open. Too tired to even switch on the lights, she simply throws herself onto the bed and falls asleep within seconds. The problem? It wasn't her bed. And even worse... She had no idea someone else was already sleeping in it. The next morning, Maeve wakes up feeling something strange. Instead of hugging her pillow, she finds herself pressed against something warm... and unmistakably solid. Her eyes slowly flutter open.

If it had been humans after him, he would not have been so scared, but these creatures were anything but human. On the third day, exhaustion had drained him, and he had fallen asleep in his easy chair. He didn't know how long he had been out, because he had ceased looking at clocks. The only reason he woke at all was because of the hairs on the back of his neck tingling so bad he knew, even in his slumber, he wasn't alone. From a dead sleep, Rhychard jumped awake and out of the recliner, his heart pounding, his breathing ragged gasps.

"What? Is everything ok?'' Mary-Kate jumps up, she uses her foot to kick a large box under the coffee table. Riviera pretends as if she hadn't just seen her mother trying to hide the new delivery from A****n. "A****n ships here?'' Riviera shakes her head. She didn't want to get off track. Mary-Kate opens her mouth, trying to think of a lie. ''Is it possible to do astral projection while you sleep?'' Riviera asks. Mary-Kate, who is glad for the subject change, pats the sofa for Riviera to sit. "Honey, what are you asking? Have you come into your powers?'' "I don't think so," Riviera thought up a lie. She didn't want her mother to know the truth. ''Just a book that I'm reading about werewolves

Russia may have birthed some of the most brutal supernatural hunters I have ever come across, but they also birthed some of the best vodka I have ever tasted. The trip across the water was slow and incredibly boring. The water was calm, thankfully. But the boat was fucking slow. I was only able to push it up to nine knots before I thought it was going to fall apart. Which meant I was in for a long night. I took a nap, I skimmed through a book I found, I tinkered with the pipes that the old man was working on, and I downed what was left in the whiskey bottle. When I laid back down on the cot I found in the hull, I was pretty well tipsy. The buzz wouldn’t last long, but long enough to knock me

Let's have Elsa demonstrate her incredible memory for you, shall we? Mom looked at the version of me that had been turned into a machine expectantly, saying, "Go ahead, Elsa." On the livestream, the robot slowly turned its head toward the dark camera lens. Its lips moved stiffly as it began to recite a string of numbers. Then, it froze, staring straight into the camera. "Memory failure. Data corrupted." The voice that came out sounded like a damaged tape recorder. For a moment, the livestream exploded. "No way, this has to be fake. That can't be a real person!"

Simply sleeping with the man didn’t seem to work. “…I should have done it for real…” Roxanne twisted her lips. She didn’t want her first time with Gryphon to end up with him sleeping all the way. To be honest, she was waiting for Gryphon to wake up after she took her shower. Not only did Gryphon puke at her, but the sweat of physically carrying him to her room on her own also played a role in her discomfort that night.

IRINA It felt real, something pulling me into a very dark room. Then, inside the room, there was glass everywhere, and the dim lights suddenly turned on. My appearance was distorted, the glass reflecting the horror of me. I heard a deep, increasingly heavy sigh, but I couldn’t find the source of the sound. Suddenly, the room became cramped, as if slowly squeezing me, enclosing me in the center. I felt a painful emptiness embrace me. “Arghh!” I screamed in pain, jolted from my sleep. Reflexively, I grabbed the edge of the blanket, and my eyes scanned the room around me.