Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I took two small bites before retreating up the stairs to my quarters. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my plus-size frame, the sleepless night and long flight finally catching up to me. The moment my head hit the feather pillows, I sank into a heavy, suffocating stupor. In the haze of my sleep, a cold, unnatural sensation washed over me. I felt the distinct, heavy presence of a wolf standing beside my bed, its shadow blocking the moonlight filtering through the curtains. My mind screamed at me to move, but my body felt anchored to the mattress, trapped in a terrifying paralysis.

"He said. At that time, he was involved in a game of pleasure and lust, in which at that time, he raised the robotic tentacles and that greenish penis wrapped in tentacles, and at that time the energy that was released from his previous orgasm that was released and he it was high and that tentacular cock fucked him. Being that he was consumed with need and that sensation that spread around and paralyzing his whole body and around him he felt the heat of the flames and the aura around, in which at that time the light consumed and left everyone hot and paralyzed. So, they fell asleep the ship stopped releasing energy all the parademons now fell like flies on the ground paralyzed they were havi

Cole stared down at me, his face darkening into a stormy mask as his eyes began to glow a vivid, lethal blue. "What is it, Serena? Do you genuinely hate this territory so much that you have to actively invent these hysterical scenarios?" The accusation stabbed straight through my heart. "What... what are you talking about?" I whispered, trying and failing to hide the rising panic cracking my voice. "Ever since we landed in Russia, you've been completely run-down," Cole barked, running a frustrated hand over his face as he stepped into my space. "First you're always exhausted, then you're seeing phantom yellow eyes hidden in the trees, then you're screaming about rogue wolves scaling the luxu

It would be the closest thing to pretend it was all her massaging my shaft and not me. I teleported my sleepy self to her room and there she was. Sleeping under her light purple comforter. Her body rising up and down steadily. My demons were starting to stir around in my thoughts, but they too were tired to make any moves. I jerked my phallus by her bedside. Taking in all of her scents. Her arousal from the dream and her natural sweet smelling body odor. My eyes became blacked-out and my fangs started to elongate. Rix wanted to watch our mate again.

Except for the sound of her falling apart in the dark. Her breathing hitches again. A cough. Then silence. A long one. My heart strains listening for the next breath, afraid it won’t come. I know she's asleep when I don't hear any hiccups, nothing but her muttering incoherent Russian like she does most nights. Sometimes, it's as if she's reciting her little shows, expressing some regret for enjoying them.

Harper lay on the ruined four-poster bed, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat and her own juices. Her legs were still spread, pussy visibly throbbing and leaking from the relentless ghostly attention she had already received. She let out a weak, hoarse laugh. “You three… are going to kill me. Death by orgasm. I can see the headline now: ‘Skeptical Girl Fucked to Death by Victorian Ghosts. Science Still Has No Explanation.’” Elias hovered above her, his handsome face glowing with dark hunger. “We’re not done with you yet, Harper. Not even close.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He stood up, walked to the window, then turned back slowly with a wicked grin. “I’m just saying... Igor has a bear in Siberia that acts a lot like you. Sleeps all day. Wakes up only if there’s salmon or honey. And bites anyone who dares to talk too early.” “Pascha Romanov,” I hissed, throwing a pillow at him.

Though I wasn't sure if this kind of fear would be gone just by sleeping. Still, I tried. The ten glasses of blood indeed brought me the easiness of falling into sleep. But the side effect made me have a nightmare, which later became more than one nightmare. They were the lustful ones. I dreamed of Dr. Lazlo Howard's incubus true form coming into my sleep and then he made love to me. During one of the talking about job over dinner nights, the doctor mentioned one thing that scared me. I might be as old as two hundred and sixty nine years old, but the way-older doctor seemed never got old to surprise me. Being near him, indeed exciting, and he proved me wrong that there was still something ne

He said softly, "I want to sleep." Then, he closed his eyes. His breathing began to turn slow. He'd fallen asleep already? Larissa was shocked at how quickly he fell asleep. The country had 300 million young people with sleeping disorders. Ross' ability to fall asleep quickly would've made insomniacs so envious. Larissa changed her posture and piggy-backed Ross instead. She hailed a cab and checked in at a random hotel. Larissa wasn't sure if she sensed things correctly. But she felt like someone had been watching them this entire time.

Konstantin went on, "we have been preparing for this worst. Our Russian scientists are also conducting an experiment." "What experiment?" I said with a curious frown. "We call it, 'the Russian Sleep'," he said. "Our researchers have discovered a new method of improving the quality of human subjects," he went on and clicked on a slideshow. "We selected random humans and intoxicated them with an experimental drug." Pictures flashed across the large transparent screen, showing a chamber with several humans inside. They were sleeping on metal beds and being monitored by a group of scientists through a one-way glass. There were various pipes attached to a large tube filled with a blue substance.