Russian Sleep Experiment Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I sat up on the bed and registered my surroundings. It was again a nightmare! I was in the guest room of Rooh's house and Rooh and Liam were sleeping right next to my room. After Rooh left Russia my nightmares again started which were more horrific and terrible which always leaves me petrified. I wiped the sweat away from my forehead and tried to control my breathing but as always nothing came in help.

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

The room was quiet, only the sound of a cicada could be heard in the background. "Do you have trouble sleeping, Karina?" Sasha suddenly asked as she stood up from the bed. I sat up straight. "No," I lied. I did have trouble sleeping. Everytime I closed my eyes I was met with the black canvas of my eyelids. A perfect canvas to paint images of the war front, the place where I had to watch my only friends, and comrades, die due to werewolves' poisonous venoms embedded in their fangs. "I sleep like a log."

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

RUSLAN'S POV One minute, I was trying to shove her out of my fucking mind and cut off every forbidden seed growing inside of me, but guess what? The next minute, I was spouting out explicit words that got her so fucking wet at the pool. ~~~~~~~~ I couldn't sleep at night due to restlessness. Jesus fucking Christ, Ivana Alex was all over my thoughts and her face dominated my mind. I couldn't sleep a fucking wink. Dressed in just sweatpants, I left my room, strolling out of the mansion to get some air, maybe, just maybe after then, I would be able to sleep.

Vladimir was right, I looked drained, but it wasn’t due to overworking myself, it was due to not being able to sleep. I have been having a hard time sleeping throughout the whole month, and unless Vladimir was beside me, I usually found myself waking up to nightmares, my hands being filled with blood, Helena who laid in front of me. Her eyes looking me in the eye, breaking my soul. I couldn’t even face Vladimir about it, I couldn’t tell him about it, why? Because I knew that it would end up angering him, and that wasn’t something that I wanted to do.

~Mateo~ Everything drains my courage. I couldn’t sleep at night anymore. Whenever I close my eyes, Rusair appears, dark and spine-chilling. He would torture me in nightmares, and I would be forced out of sleep. Jerking up and finding myself on my bed, sweat emanated from all over my body. I ran to the bathroom to freshen up. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, all I see is terror, the fear of being haunted down, the trepidation of seeing Rusair again. How he would torture me remained a constant debate in my head. This morning, I sat in front of the vanity table, staring at my bed. I have no peace anymore, even my bed has rejected me the comfort of sleep.

I inserted my hand into the pocket in my jacket and walked on. ~~~~ Fire! Screamed! Fear! Darkness! That was all I could pictured in my sleep for 13years of my life. I saw no faces, but a child crying so loud from a distance that do brushed my eardrum. Was this connected to the past I knew nothing about? I swallowed the heavy load in my throat, reached for the table clock on my table, then I dropped it back on the stool. It is morning already. I flicked off the blanket from me and rose up from the bed. I relieved this with music or exercise.

A pleased groan left his mouth as he fumbled the soft mounds between his palms, roughly pressing them together making Rara let out a hiss of panic. “NO!” Greedy touches and impatient hands roam over her body. She wanted to scream, to cry, but it was futile. These men were not going to get satisfied with just mere touches. They needed something more intimate, and Rara was terrified to even imagine that. As much as she opposed the idea of being shared by three men, she hated herself more for being so pathetically vulnerable. He moaned low. “Open for me.” Alexei spread her thighs a little. He grunted, petting deeper. “Гавноp.” His voice was a low growl as he ripped the sheets off, the ripping f

Revolt MADALINA Leaning against the door of Alexei's car, I yawned due to lack of sleep. Last night went at a snail's pace as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, afraid to fall asleep. What if I met the werewolf in my dream again? My mom's hypothesis of meeting the fated mate during my sleep unsettled me and it stirred some paranoia in me.