The Russian Sleep Experiment

One of the craziest stories I’ve ever read about was the Russian Sleep Experiment. If you’ve read it, I know you probably feel the same. There are books and I think there’s even a movie out about it. There’s insanity and cannibalism and it makes you wonder about other experiments used on humans.

The Russian Sleep Experiment happened in the 1940s when Russian researchers kept five people, deemed political enemies during WW2, awake for fifteen days under an experimental gas. Since this was back before monitoring cameras, the subjects were monitored with microphones and five inch glass windows into a controlled room. They monitored their oxygen intake and left them with books, cots, water, a toilet, and enough food to last enough.

The first five days went by smoothly. The subjects barely complained since they were (falsely) promised that they would be freed if they stayed awake for thirty days. Their activities and conversations were monitored continuously and it was noted that their conversations took a darker turn after four days. They talked about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past.

After the fifth day they started demonstrating severe paranoia and complained about the conditions and events that led them to where they were. They stopped talking to each other, but rather whispered to the microphones and one-way mirror windows. They tried to win over the researchers by turning over their comrades that were in the room with them. Te researchers started to believe it was the gas itself causing the strange effects.

After nine days was when the screaming started. One of the subjects screamed continuously and ran the length of the room for three hours until all he could produce was squeaks. The researchers concluded he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising part of the incident was the lack of reaction from the other subjects. Absolutely nothings. The others continued to whisper to the microphones until the second one started to scream. The others had started to tear apart the books and smear their feces on the pages before plastering them on the windows. That’s when the whispering stopped.

Three more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were still working since it seemed impossible that five men couldn’t make noise. The amount of oxygen in the chamber was equivalent to that of what someone would take in after strenuous exercise so they should all be alive. On the 14th day, the researchers did something they said they would not do: they used the intercom to provoke a reaction.

They announced: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will get shot. Compliance will earn one of you immediate freedom.”

To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice say, “We no longer want to be free.”

Unable to provoke anymore of a response, they decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth night. They flushed the chamber of the experimental gas and that’s when the voices started up. Three voices started begging for the gas to be turned back on, as if begging for a loved one. The door open and soldiers were sent in to retrieve them. The screams started again, louder than before. Not just from the subjects, but from the soldiers as well from what they saw. Four of the five were still alive, if that’s what you want to call it.

“The food rations past day five had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject’s thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing four inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four ‘surviving’ test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their fingertips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.

“The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.”

Even though most of the soldiers were special ops, they refused to return to the chamber to retrieve the subjects. The subjects continued to scream and beg to be left in the chamber and the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep.

To everyone’s surprise, the subjects put up a fight to being taken out. One man died from having his throat ripped out, another was severely injured from one of the men ripping off his testicles and severing an artery in his leg with his teeth. Five other soldiers committed suicide weeks after the incident.

During the struggles, one of the subject’s spleen ruptured and bled out almost immediately. The researchers tried sedating him but it was deemed impossible. Even after being given ten times the normal dose, he was still fighting, breaking the ribs and arm of one of the doctors. His heart continued to beat for two minutes after he bled out. When it stopped he still was able to scream and flail, crying “more” over and over for three minutes until he became silent.

The remaining “survivors” were strapped down and taken to the only medical area in the facility to have their organs put back in. They fought and were found to be immune to any sedative. When the anesthesia mask was brought out they fought even hard, nearly breaking through the four inch wide leather restraint on one wrist, even with a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist down. It took a little more anesthesia than normal to put him to sleep and as soon as his eyes closed, his heart stopped. In an autopsy, it was found that his blood had three times the normal oxygen level. The muscles still attached to the skeleton were torn horribly. Nine bones were broken in the struggle, most of them from his own exertion.

The second of the three survivors was the first one to scream and tear his vocal cords. Though he couldn’t beg, he protested by shaking his head a lot. He shook his head yes when a doctor, reluctantly, suggested the surgery with no anesthesia. He didn’t react once to the six hour surgery of his organs being placed back in his body. The surgeon stated multiple times that it was impossible that he should still be alive. One terrified nurse stated that the patient had a gruesome smile every time his eyes met hers.

After the surgery, he started wheezing as if wanting to say something. The doctor thought it was important so he had someone fetch a pen and pad of paper for him to write on. It was simple: “Keep Cutting.”

The last subject was given the same surgery, without anesthesia as well. But they has to inject him with a paralytic since it was difficult to perform the surgery with him laughing throughout it. He could then only follow them with their eyes. The paralytic wore off sooner than it should have and he started fighting against his restraints again. He started begging for the gas again once he could speak. The doctors tried to ask why they injured themselves, why they ripped out their guts, why they wanted the gas.

Only one reason was given: “I must remain awake.”

The researchers put the last two survivors in the chamber with triple restraints. After facing the wrath of their benefactors, the researchers considered eliminating the subjects. But the funders said they wanted to see what would happen if they were given the gas again.

In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone’s surprise, they stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point they were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. The subject that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal.

The subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as three researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.

He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. “I won’t be locked in here with these things! Not with you!” he screamed at the man strapped to the table. “WHAT ARE YOU?” he demanded. “I must know!”

The subject smiled.

“Have you forgotten so easily?” the subject asked. “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 paused. Then aimed at the subject’s heart and fired. The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, “So… nearly… free…”

 

Reading this is so crazy. It’s hard to think that something like this could happen. Thankfully it never happened but you never know, it could have.

What do you think of this story? Will it keep you up at night?

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Info Credit: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Russian_Sleep_Experiment

 

The Mandela Affect

One of the craziest conspiracy theories I’ve heard (and I’ve heard a lot) is the Mandela effect. A lot of people know what this is, but for those who don’t, the Mandela effect is used to describe the phenomenon of multiple people misremembering things. It comes from Fiona Broome who, along with many others, remember Nelson Mandela dying in prison in the 80’s rather than in 2013 of illness. Since then, there have been a ton of other misremembered things.

There are a lot of theories around why we experience the Mandela effect. Some say it’s alternate realities slipping in and out of each other. Part of their reality will come into ours and change the things we remember.

Others say it’s because we’re all part of a game simulation and the changes are from the simulation lagging or being reprogramed. Whatever the theory, some of the things that we misremember is very strange.

Here are a couple examples:

  1. The Berenstain Bears

This is one of the most popular ones because many people remember them being called the Berenstein bears, with an E, but no, it’s Berenstain with and A. I have personally asked many people how it’s spelled and they all say with an E. It’s a little crazy.

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  1. Sex and The City

A lot of people remember the movie being Sex IN the City. I know I do.

  1. Curious George’s Tail

A lot of people remember George having a tail and swinging from trees and things he wasn’t supposed to. But George never had a tail in the books or shows.

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  1. Oscar Mayer

The famous hot dog company is another one that we commonly misspell. Because we all remember it being Oscar Meyer not Oscar Mayer.

  1. The Monopoly Man

He doesn’t wear a monocle like I remember he did. He seems to of always had 20/20 vision.

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  1. The Magic Mirror Phrase

I needed to go back and watch snow white after reading this one. The phrase we all remember the evil queen saying is “Mirror, mirror on the wall,” it’s on t-shirts and mugs and even mirrors. But no, the phrase is “Magic mirror on the wall.” What?

  1. Darth Vader’s Famous Line

We all know his line as “Luke, I am your Father.” Again it’s all over merchandise and we commonly say it. But did you know his actual phrase is “No, I am your father.” Yes, he never said Luke. And it’s crazy because even the actor who voiced Vader said he remembers the line saying Luke.

  1. Wite-out

Yes, I spelled that right, It’s not White out, it’s Wite out.

  1. Looney Tunes

Being a big bugs bunny, I remember the show being called Looney Toons. Even my dad, who grew up with the show, remembers it as Toons. But no, it’s Tunes!

I couldn’t find a tenth one I really liked so I’m going to leave you guys uncomfortable and leave it at nine. But these are actually really creepy and crazy because now I have to rethink a lot of things and wonder why things are like this.

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The Red Eyes

The scariest thing someone could experience is living in a haunted house, but not just any haunted house, a demonic haunting. So it’s not just someone falling of the shelf, or feeling someone sitting next to you, it’s things being thrown across the room, cuts on your body, and feeling like you’re literally going to die. I’m going to tell you a story about a demonic haunted from when I was a child.

I used to live in an old ranch style home that had a basement with my parents and my little sister. It was a nice house, a little creepy to the unknowing eye. But to me, it was hell. The basement was the worst part. The stairs down were cold and concrete and there was one small light that only lit up the top part of the staircase. The actual basement wasn’t much different. The floor was always cold and the only natural light was from one or two small windows in the corners of the room. I distinctly remember there being an old rusty bed set up with a night stand next to it. It looked old and creepy.

Unfortunately, we often had to go down there to do laundry and get our toys, so if I had to go down, I would run to the middle of the room that had the hanging light bulb and pull it on as fast as I could. All the while feeling his eyes glaring at me.

The way I remember seeing him, he was much taller than I was. The only way I could tell was from the bright red eyes in the darkest corner of the room. They would constantly stare at me and his breathing would get deeper and louder until it turned into a growl. I can still hear it to this day and it’s why I’m terrified of the dark.

For some reason my parents couldn’t see him the way I could which bothered me a lot but now I know that kids often are able to see the paranormal world better than adults can.

One of the scariest moments of my life happened in that basement. I had gone down to grab some toys and rather than his breathing turning into growling, I immediately heard a deep growling a lot closer than it usually was. I ran back up the stairs but felt something grab my leg and trip me on my way up.

When I got to the top I, of course, started crying and telling my mom that something attacked me and grabbed my leg. So we look at my leg and there were freaking claw marks around my ankle. They weren’t really bleeding but they were bright red, swollen, and the top layer was scratched up. Of course my mom started freaking out and might have actually believed me.

There were a few other events that I remember but they weren’t as bad as that one. From doors opening and the pots in the kitchen banging against each other. Another moment I specifically remember is one night, I was in my room getting ready to sleep. I was in bed with my eyes closed and halfway there. Now in my room I had a large sliding closet with a mirror on the front. It was a little squeaky when it opened.

I was laying in bed and out of nowhere, I hear my closet squeak open. Now being a child, I always thought I could open my eyes just a little bit, just enough to see but still look like I was sleeping, so that’s what I did. I could see my closet door open and something actually on the mirror, I didn’t know what but it looked like something was touching it. I quickly put the covers over my head and held them down.

I could hear breathing getting closer to me and my heart was racing. The breathing ended up right above my head and I could feel the heat coming through the blanket. I was shaking and crying and the breathing kept getting louder.

It stopped eventually but I did not sleep the rest of the night.

That house has definitely scarred me for the rest of my life. I can’t sleep unless I have a desk lamp on and music playing. We moved out of there when I was about seven and would go to visit every now and then. Every time we drive past the house, I can feel those red eyes glaring at me, daring me to come back.

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The Murder Castle

One of the scariest people in American history was known as the first American serial killers. That’s right, HH Holmes.

If you don’t know who HH Holmes is, you probably don’t know history all that well. He is one of the most notorious serial killers in America.

HH Homes was born Herman Webster Mudgett in 1861 in New Hampshire. He was bored into a wealthy family and he was very intelligent at a young age. He showed some signs of being psychopathic and being into medicine. It was apparent that he was into surgery and would perform surgery on his pets. Some people say he might have been responsible for the death of a friend.

Holmes started his life of crime as a con man with various frauds and scams. As a medical student, he would steal cadavers and use them for false insurance claims. In 1885, he moved to Chicago and started working at a pharmacy under his famous alias, Henry H. Holmes. It was claimed that he took over the pharmacy after killing the original owner.

Holmes started to construct a three story, elaborate house of horrors near the pharmacy. The top story held his living area and rooms used to torture and kill his victims. The house had chutes and trapdoors that led to the basement so Holmes could throw the bodies down to be disposed of.

He later opened his house, also known as the “Murder Castle,” as a hotel in 1893. Not many guests survived, no one knows the exact number of victims. Many of his victims were women. He had a habit of getting engaged only for his fiancé to disappear. Other victims were brought in by the promise of employment.

Holmes left Chicago after the World’s Fair and created a scheme with an associate, Pitezel, where he would fake his death and claim $10,000. Holmes was jailed at one point for a different fraud under the name H.M. Howard. While in jail he shared the details of the scam with an inmate, Marion Hedgepeth, who helped police with the investigation.

After Holmes was released, he killed Pitezel. Afterwards, he told Pitezel’s wife that he was in hiding and somehow convinced her to let him travel with three of her five children, which later became his victims as well.

Holmes was later apprehended in 1894 after months of running from the authorities, and confessed to 27 murders. He was convicted in 1895 and died from hanging in 1896.

His murder count was never discovered but is said to be as much as 200 people.

 

He is said to possibly have the highest murder count in American history with many others to follow in their murderous footsteps.

 

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Info credit: https://www.biography.com/people/hh-holmes-307622

The House With Too Many Rooms

The Winchester House

If you don’t know what the Winchester house is, you are extremely out of the creepy loop. It’s one of my favorite horror stories and I would love to go visit the house. There’s also a horror movie out about the house starring Helen Mirren. I have yet to see it, but it is on my watch list.

I figured, as one of my favorite horrors, it would be a great start to Scary Day.

Before the haunting began, there was simply William Wirt Winchester and his wife Sarah. William inherited his father’s business, who made the Volcanic Repeater, a rifle that had a mechanism to load bullets (Taylor). After a while William wanted to make the gun better and so the Henry Rifle, a gun similar to an automatic, was born. The family business was renamed to Winchester Repeating Arms Company and money flowed in from everywhere, including the government. But that was the end of the good luck in the Winchester family.

In 1866, Sarah gave birth to their first daughter, Annie, but unfortunately, Annie contracted a disease called “marasmus” and dies nine days later. After her death, Sarah fell into mourning and hid away, almost falling into madness. It was a decade before she returned to her normal self, but never had another child.

Another tragedy struck when William contracted tuberculosis and died in 1881, leaving Sarah with the Winchester business, $20 million, and half of the income from the business which was about $1000 a day.

In her grief, Sarah’s friend told her to see a spiritualist is hopes of getting some closure. When there, the spiritualist said, “’Your husband is here,’ the medium told her and then went on to provide a description of William Winchester. ‘He says for me to tell you that there is a curse on your family, which took the life of he and your child. It will soon take you too. It is a curse that has resulted from the terrible weapon created by the Winchester family. Thousands of persons have died because of it and their spirits are now seeking vengeance.’” (Taylor).

The spiritualist told her she must move to the west with her husband guiding her and she will find the house where she belongs. She said, she must start a new life and build a new house for the spirits seeking revenge. She must never stop building or she will die.

Shortly after, she sold everything in New Haven and moved to California. Believing she was guided by her dead husband, she kept traveling until she found a house under construction in the Santa Clara Valley. After much negotiation with the current owner, she finally bought the property and started building, and never stopped. She hired many craftsmen and built, rebuilt, destroyed, altered, changed, and anything else to the house non-stop. Hammers and saws were constant day and night.

The house grew from 6 to 26 rooms. A nearby railcar was even turned on to carry materials to the house. Even though she claimed to have no master plan, Sarah met with the foremen everyday and went over the plans for the day. Every once in a while, they didn’t turn out as planned and she simply said to add another room.

“As the days, weeks and months passed, the house continued to grow. Rooms were added to rooms and then turned into entire wings, doors were joined to windows, levels turned into towers and peaks and the place eventually grew to a height of seven stories. Inside of the house, three elevators were installed as were 47 fireplaces. There were countless staircases which led nowhere; a blind chimney that stops short of the ceiling; closets that opened to blank walls; trap doors; double-back hallways; skylights that were located one above another; doors that opened to steep drops to the lawn below; and dozens of other oddities. Even all of the stair posts were installed upside-down and many of the bathrooms had glass doors on them” (Taylor).

Sarah had a wild obsession with the number 13, many of the add-ons had something to do with the number thirteen. 13 panes in the window, 13 panels on the wall, 13 steps, 13 windows, so on, so forth. Even though everything in the house made no sense to others, it was perfectly sane to Sarah. She believed the maze of the house would confuse the spirits of the people killed by Winchester guns and keep her safe from them. The house grew until it was seven stories high with only Sarah, her servants, and the workers.

In 1906, the San Francisco Earthquake destroyed a large portion of the house. The top three floors of the house collapse and were never rebuilt. Sarah took the destruction as a sign from the spirit as though they were furious that she was almost done with the house and wanted to make sure she never finished. So she blocked off the front 30 rooms to keep the spirits locked inside. The workers kept building and repairing after the destruction, adding rooms and chimneys that served no purpose.

One night on September 4, 1922, after a séance with the spirits, Sarah went to bed and died sometime in the morning at the age of 83. Everything went to Sarah’s niece but soon everything was sold off, including the house to an investor who wanted to use the house as a tourist attraction. The house came to an estimate of 160 rooms but because the floor plan was so labyrinth-like it was never established.

Today, the Winchester house is open to the public for tours and there are many speculations if the place is actually haunted. Even though there are many statements from the employees and guests saying they have had ghostly experiences, many people think it was all just because an eccentric woman had too much money.

What do you guys think?

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Info Credit: https://www.prairieghosts.com/winchester.html