Horror Concepts

4am One Off

I woke up in a cold sweat and looked around my room. It was just a dream I thought. But it felt so real. I dont remember what the dream was about, but all I could remember was the feeling of being watched, as if I was inside a dollhouse and somebody watching me and controlling my every move. I got out of my bed and slowly walked to the bathroom. It was still dark so my family must still be asleep. I splashed some cold water on my face and went back to bed. I still felt like I was being watched. It must still be from the dream but still, I couldn't shake the feeling. I managed to fall back asleep.  
I woke up again. It was terrifying, like I was becoming more self-aware. What if theres somebody controlling every one of my movements, my conversations, even my thoughts.  I went downstairs to where mom was making breakfast. I still felt off and told her I want to stay home from school today. She put a hand on my forehead and it was different than her usually soft warm hands. They felt cold and hard and stiff like they were calloused. She told me i was fine and to sit down and eat.  I wanted to tell her there was something wrong. That I wasn't feeling like myself that I was scared, paranoid even, and yet something kept me from telling her. A voice in the back of my mind saying she won't understand, she'll think you're crazy! 
I finished my breakfast and got ready for school. I noticed that my body felt stiff like moms hands were. All my movements were kind if jerky. Is this normal?  What's happening? 
"Mom, I really don't feel good. Can I please stay home?" She finally let me, probably so she wouldn't hear me complain anymore. When she left for work I went back to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair looked coarse and frizzy, different from its usual soft texture.  My skin was also pale and had a shine to it, but I wasn't sweating anymore. I decided to shower and go back to bed.
This dream ended abruptly.  I was just standing in front of a window with the curtains closed. After what felt like hours, I pulled back the curtains and then I woke up. I layed in bed for a while. Actually, I couldn't move!  No matter how hard I tried I just couldn't. I tried to scream for help but my mouth  wouldn't open. I couldn't move anything. I wanted to cry but my eyes physically wouldn't allow me to.
Please let this be another nightmare please please please I just need to wake up I thought. But I couldn't wake up. This was all real. Finally I felt a force move me out of my bed. The force pushed me down the stairs where mom was home from work.  "How are you feeling now?" She asked. I wanted to tell her that something was severely wrong, that i was stuck in some sort of nightmare. I heard a voice that sounded like mine say "I feel much better!  Turns out it was just a stomach ache."  My mouth wasn't moving. Mom reached out a stiff arm and patted my head, "I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. I'm gonna make dinner soon!"  I watched the words come out, but her mouth also wasn't moving. She didn't seem bothered by this situation at all.
I felt the force sit me in a plastic chair at a plastic table, set with plastic dishes and silverware. I watched my mom put down a plastic turkey and sit down, staring at me with her plastic, unmoving, smiling face.