3 Stories To Make You Think..

The Russian Sleep Experiment

I'm going to tell you a story. A very horrifying story that left me awake night after night, until it drove me almost to pure insanity. Until I finally worked up the courage to tell someone, anyone about this. Its hard to find out where to start this story, but I'll try.

My name is Charlotte Mecklenburg and I am studying to become a scientist, or chemist. I always loved the joy and excitement of mixing things together or creating formulas. I had a good amount of friends if you count 2, I wasn't too social but I got along with anyone. I was in college only 2 months but I aced everything. Until a certain scientist saw my record. Mr. Holder, a scientist I favored since I was 5 years old, but to this day I despise him, to this day if you told me I was fucking up from the get go, I would never be telling this story, I would never have had countless nightmares of that room, of that place, of that man. But here I am, telling you something the FBI would kill to know, or so I thought since this happened 10 years ago but haunts me to this day. Now, this certain man, 5 foot 8 in a long white coat with black pants, and golden brown hair that would make you look twice before cheering him about his work... I'm assuming he chose us randomly because after picking up me and one other student he drove to the next college he knew would have the certain person. As we went on our way, happy and jolly the whole way there. We were in for a dark surprise, the bus ride to his "laboratory" wasn't particularly long, although now that it comes to mind, I wished it was long, making the memory increasingly unsettling. The bus stopped to a halt, shaking a few other students out of their slumber. I of course wasn't asleep, my mind was on the lab, it was like nothing I'd have ever seen. It was tall and appeared to stretch about 2 football fields. The color was most absurd. Plain and old, it looked almost abandoned.

"Students... please wake up, we're here.." then professor spoke rather harshly but quietly. I returned my attention to the old building, that I can still clearly see in my nightmares. The murmurs and moans of the other students filled the bus. We began to unload the bus, the sun was hot, almost cooking us to a crisp.

"This way.." we followed up to the building.