Romans & histoires Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta

He despised the idea of having to deal with romantic relationships. Light pushed aside all other thoughts to focus on the moment. As he gazed at the haunted mansion, he could feel himself getting harder. He was excited to meet Lexi Blackwood. The image of her red, plum pussy had been tormenting his dreams since they received the file. The night after they signed the CNC form they found attached to the “Blackwood” profile on the dark web, they all received a file with a compilation of naked pictures and videos of each member of the Blackwood family.

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.

As I slipped into sleep, as she whispered, "The first thing we are going to learn is how long it’ll take for your limbs to regenerate. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you asleep for this, as well as the other, more painful experiments." Sleepily I said, “Rot in hell!” the betrayal and fear ripping at my heart.

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.

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.

Hushed whispers chorused altogether in sorrowful, breaking and low indistinct sounds. As if pinned on the bed, her body was heavy for her to lift, all that she could do was to turn her head only left and right— on the turquoise pillow. Hopeless thoughts victoriously supplanted her subconscious mind, allowing sleep paralysis to take over. Sudden noises here and there made her freeze in aghast. "Is...anyone…out there?" She slowly asked in confusion and yet there was no reply. A rat ran past the bed with a loud, screeching cry, making her heart jump straight into the depths of her throat. A sharp, yet relaxing pain pierced past her stomach.