Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

“You hate olives. You pretend you don’t because everyone at his tables eats them with their cocktails. But you always leave at least one on the plate, thinking no one will notice. You lied to me about your favorite book three times before you finally admitted you reread crime thrillers instead of philosophy texts. You cried at animated movies, but didn’t cry once when you told me you were going to fake your own death.” My throat tightened. He wasn’t reading from a file. “And,” he added, voice dropping, “you talk in your sleep, solnishko. In Russian. Even before you remembered a single word when you were awake.” My heart stuttered. “I don’t speak Russian,” I said. His eyes searched mine. “You

The tapestry of our bonds was still unfolding, and the threads of magic were becoming increasingly apparent. --- The velvet darkness of sleep usually offered a welcome respite, a temporary escape from the weight of our reality. But tonight, the familiar embrace of slumber twisted into a terrifying descent. The comforting quiet of our bedroom dissolved into a cacophony of distorted sounds – the snapping of branches, the guttural snarls of unseen beasts, the chilling echo of a scream that sounded horrifyingly familiar.

"You came to me first and there is no going back from that." I bit down on his hand, hard. He cursed in Russian but didn't let go. Instead, I felt a sharp pain in my neck. My vision blurred, and my limbs grew heavy. "Shh, now sleep," Maruska's voice seemed to come from far away. "Sleep now. We have much to discuss when you wake." As darkness claimed me, my last coherent word was “Please…” ———

I chuckle to myself; so much for getting him off my mind. Fuck Raul and his dodgy dealings. Let that man do what he wants. It's no business of mine; I have enough to worry about as it is like these nightmares and this crazy sleepwalking. I never slept walked as a child, so I don't understand why I've started doing it now. I throw my fleecy dressing gown on, not bothering to get dressed just yet, before heading downstairs to put the kettle on. I need a coffee or three to help me get through the day. I’m absolutely exhausted but too scared to get back into bed, so I grab my phone from the side as I search the internet for a local sleep specialist.

The fingers twitched, fighting against their programming. The words echoed in his head. Take them. A darkness fell on him, an urge dripping around him. Dripping darkness around him. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. And for a moment something passed him. And then the compulsion slammed back with doubled force, and the door swung open silently. Light flows through the window, showing Elena's sleeping face, peaceful and vulnerable. She was clutching her stuffed rabbit, the one she had been holding throughout the whole nightmare. The body moved to the bedside. Rosa's hands reached down, his hands, yet not his hands, and began to lift the sleeping child with practiced ease.

It was a place for illegal human experimentation, it was more like a lab than an orphanage. As soon as I realize that I jolt up from my sleep. My alarm beeped and my body was covered in a cold sweat. My heartbeat was rapidly and my breathing was raggard. I was trembling and pale in fear. I took a couple of minutes to collect myself and freshen up. I look at the time and stretch. It's time.

-Who I am is not important, what really matters is that I found you and that we can finally be together forever. -Tell me who you are, show yourself right now. -Are you also anxious for us to meet, patience, ¿all in good time? A gust of wind blew through me and a shiver ran through my body. The gust went through me again and again and a strange sensation took over my body. I ran without knowing why and the gust followed me as the same voice repeated "Don't run" over and over again. I woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily, I felt a pressure in my chest, in the same place where the creature pierced me.

They are overjoyed at the quiet, fresh, and serene remote location that the rescued crew has provided for them. Before they opened their eyes from a deep sleep, they heard loud cries as if resounding echoes carried by the strong rushing wind from a secluded place early in the morning, and Robert seemed to starve as he groped for his mother's nipple in the darkness of the bedroom, and Rudolf made some sexual advance his wife beside and groped her repeatedly.