I endured 30 consecutive days without sleep, and what unfolded afterward will leave you in disbelief.

Greetings. My name is John Smith, and I found myself involved in a harrowing experiment akin to the infamous Russian sleep deprivation trial.

Five individuals, including myself, were confined to a room and exposed to a gas that prevented us from slumbering. We were unwilling subjects, subjected to an examination on the ramifications of prolonged sleeplessness.

Initially, the situation seemed manageable, with assurances of release upon completion. However, as the days stretched on, our interactions grew increasingly ominous.

Paranoia gripped us, fracturing our unity.

By the ninth day, one of us descended into fits of uncontrollable screaming until their vocal cords gave out. To shield ourselves from their distressing spectacle, we obscured the glass separating us.

On the fifteenth day, the experimenters, desperate for answers, halted the gas supply and opened the chamber door.

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