Romans & histoires Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta

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.

- Having finished the manipulations, Mitrich sat down next to me, taking cups and brewed herbal tea out of the air. Once I decided to treat, it means that the conversation will not be quick. - I have nightmares, - I shrugged my shoulders, taking a mug of hot drink, - I almost died twice, apparently. - How could you survive? “The first time Bestia woke me up,” I took a sip of tea and blissfully closed my eyes. - The second is more difficult, Stas with Dyusha and Anya with Vitka barely woke me up. Our witch is now studying her books, trying to understand what we are dealing with, - after a little silence, but without waiting for an answer from the devil, I decided to ask myself. - Do you know

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?

From where he was standing, this looked very very bad. “I slept walked,” I still tried to explain, blurting out whatever came to mind. “It’s been happening. I swear. This wasn’t… I wasn’t... I just fall asleep sometimes and wake up at your room. Well usually not in, but outside at your door. And—” I stopped as I noticed his nostrils flaring as he was clearing taking in a scent, and his pupils dilated to twice the size they’d been. Oh shitake mushrooms! “Techka…” Nikolai murmured.

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.

That night, the nightmares came like a tidal wave. I was back in the dark van, the smell of gasoline and sweat. Hands grabbing. A mask over my face. My mother’s screams fading into the distance. Then the bright room. The straps. The cold gel on my temples. The voice saying, “Begin the stimulus. Record the neural response.” I screamed myself awake, bolting upright in the bed, drenched in cold sweat, my throat raw. The door flew open before the echo of my scream had died. Jeremy and Raphael. They weren’t in sleep clothes. They were in jeans and t-shirts, as if they’d been waiting, listening.

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.

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.