Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

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.

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

Unfortunately, our search for who that might be have been fruitless. But Stalin and I know it might be the same man that owns the organization of cooperate assassins. Dawn doesn’t stay awake one beat and by the time she knows it, she'll find herself in Russia. I grin darkly at the thought. When I tire my eyes out replying to the emails, I shut my computer and rest my head on the headrest of the couch. I allow myself a little sleep but it gets plagued by thoughts about her. My dick quickly stirs against my pants.

“Let me guess. They sold it to the Russians.” Luca chuckled. “Bingo.” I dragged my hand over my face. “But Connor Rollins didn't die from a heart attack. This shit melted his insides.” “Because Russians resumed the experiments,” Luca explained. “I assume they might have added more substances to the initial composition. Right now it might be nothing but a fucking poison, but imagine what will happen if they succeed…” “I'd rather not,” I muttered before gulping down more than half of the glass. “Do you think you can talk to that friend of yours? Fedorov, right?” Luca gave me a wry smile. “Not accusing anyone, but that guy is on top of the Bratva's food chain. He has to know something.”