This is the story of the Russian Sleep Experiment. You must decide for yourself whether this terrifying tale is a hoax... or the horrible truth.
In the 1940s, scientists in Russia decided to test the effects of extreme sleep deprivation, sealing five people into a small room and exposing them to a gas stimulant to keep them awake. Monitoring their subjects through glass portholes and microphones and providing them with a month's worth of dried foodstuffs, the experiment began.
Very little happened for five days, except that the subjects began discussing deeper emotional issues as their sleep deprivation wore down their social reserve. Then their behavior took a turn for the worse.
The subjects became paranoid and stopped communicating with each other, convinced that they were trapped in the experiment through each others' treachery. They turned their backs on one another, whispering strange, inaudible things into the microphones.
Nine days passed before the first man began to scream. He ran, crazed, up and down the small chamber screaming himself hoarse until his cries became strained croaks. The other captives didn't raise an eyebrow, rather reaching their own bizarre epiphanies of their own accord. Two captives silently tore pages from books, defecated upon them and pasted them over the glass so the researchers could no longer see inside their room.
The screaming stopped, and the scientists grew increasingly worried. Only the oxygen monitors indicated any sign of life. Eventually, concerned that the subjects had fallen unconscious, they approached, broadcasting this message into the cell:
We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.
The subjects sat motionless within, silent save for one reedy voice which quavered:
We no longer want to be freed.
Warily, the scientists entered the cell. What greeted them was a vision of unparalleled horror. Food lay untouched, but the subjects' mouths were bloody. Each of them had chunks of flesh and sinew torn from their bodies, great gory chunks ripped away from the bone. Many wounds indicated that they had been self-inflicted.
Some were so eviscerated that their ribs were clearly visible, and the floor was a mess of internal organs, miscellaneous viscera and slowly congealing blood. The subjects were silent and still - until the gas was turned off, sending them into a frenzy.
They attacked the scientists, fueled by some strange, demonic strength. One security guard died from the trauma of a maimed subject ripping his testicles out with his bare hands. Five soldiers died in this freak incident of unprecedented violence.
The subjects resisted sedation, their bodies somehow rejecting the effects of the calming drugs to an astonishing level, still gnashing and tearing at their captors even after experiencing a dose of suppressants that would have put down three strong men. Two subjects died in the furore, their fragile carcasses finally succumbing to their wounds.
As they were finally trussed up and returned to a surgical room, all three surviving subjects begged to be kept awake, refusing all anesthetics and gladly allowing doctors to attempt to patch up the devastating damage to their bodies without any form of painkiller.
The first to be operated on died from blood loss. Closer inspection of his body revealed that nine bones were broken, despite external trauma not accounting for that level of destruction. Doctors realized that his bones had been crushed simply by the extreme force his own muscles had been exerting on his skeleton.
The second had flayed vocal chords from hours of screaming, and smiled every time the surgeon applied the scalpel to his skin, meeting eyes with the operating staff with sick satisfaction. When the doctor stopped his ministrations, the subject became angry, demanding, 'keep cutting.'
The third simply muttered over and over again:
I must remain awake.
Distressed by the effects of the experiment but intrigued at their findings, the scientists prepared to return the two surviving subjects to the chamber and expose them again to the gas they craved. One did not make it to the stimulant gas in time and fell asleep. The second he reached REM sleep, he flatlined and died, despite seeming healthy enough a few moments before.
The final surviving subject grew enraged, demanding he be shut in with the gas immediately. He broke free of his restraints and lunged for a soldier's gun, shooting two researchers between the eyes, killing them instantaneously. Ranting and raving himself hoarse, he was overpowered by the remaining researchers. The lead scientist turned the gun on the maddened subject, shouting at him in desperation:
WHAT ARE YOU? I must know!
The subject smiled a viperous smile.
Have you forgotten so easily? We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.
The researcher staggered back, before desperately shooting the subject through the heart. As the last foul breaths shuddered from the subject's body, it spluttered:
So… nearly… free…
THE END... OR IS IT?
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