Mia's POV:

Although the dream of Zayn creeped me out, I decided not to think too much into it. It was nothing, obviously. Zayn was an amazingly nice guy and dreams mean nothing most of the time.

On another note, Halloween is only a few weeks away! I can't help but have happiness burst through me at the thought of it, it was by far one of my favorite holidays.

I walk up to Zayn and smile thoughtfully, "Hey!"

He smiles slightly, "Gorgeous!"

I instantly melt in my place. How the hell is he this perfect?

Suddenly Niall runs up to us and looks me straight in the eyes, "Twelve days, seven hours, fourty-five minutes, and nine seconds."

Before I can respond, he's gone. Zayn and I turn to each other and he gives me a look, "What the hell is he talking about this time?"

"Halloween." I laugh, grabbing his arm and pulling him farther down the halls of school.

Zayn's face scrunches up, "Ew."

I turn to him, surprised. "Ew? Are you crazy?"

He shrugs, "I just don't like it."

"Why not?"

"Bad experience."

"I see," I reply, turning forward again. "What's the experience?"

"It doesn't even matter anymore." Zayn laughs, stopping our walking and pulling me off to the side. "But it's also really creepy."

"How so?" I ask as he nuzzles his face into my arm.

"Have you heard about the clowns?" I feel him shudder. "Halloween is associated with clowns. And clowns are Satan's creation."

Laughing, I push him back. "You're a baby, you know that right?"

He pouts, "Am not."

A few hours later, we are both now sitting in our last period class. While the teacher rambles on about how we should use natural lighting for photos, Zayn turns to me. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" I whisper, playing with my sweater.

"The bathroom." He replies, heading up to the teacher and getting permission to go.

As soon as he's gone, I fixate my eyes back onto my small doodles. But as I evaluate them, I feel a small buzz. Looking over, I'm surprised to see Zayn's phone.

I place my hand on his phone and hurrily place it in my pocket, planning to sneakily give it back later. I mean, maybe Zayn has some messages like the last? Maybe I can figure out what exactly their talking about? Hopefully in time for him not to notice it's gone.

My footsteps become sluggish as I walk through my front door and head up the stairs to my room. I throw open the door and my heart falls when I see all my things thrown everywhere, my drawers teared open, and my closet door thrown open with my clothes still on hangers on the floor.

Without realizing, my mom gasps from behind me. "Oh my goodness! Who could've done this?"

I open and close my mouth, unsure how to respond. Who would've done this?

"I'm going to call the police..." She rambles, running into my room and picking things up.

"Mom...please don't. It's okay, their gone."

"Mia!" She snaps, looking up at me. "Somebody just broke into our house!"

I sigh, "Please. I can't deal with anymore police."

Looking me right in the eye, she sighs. "Okay, okay...you're right."

"Thank you, mom. Can I head over to Zayn's for awhile?"

"Of course." She smiles, kissing my cheek.

I knock on his door and he opens it with a smile on his face, "What a surprise to see you here!"

A small laugh leaves my lips, "Who else?"

He opens the door wider and allows me to enter. "Want a drink?"

"Sure." I agree, following him into his kitchen.

"What would you like?"

"Do you have coke?"

"Duh." He teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

As he walks to the fridge and looks for a coke, I quickly slip his phone under a pile of papers. I am kind of disappointed that I didn't get the chance to look through it, but I decided against it. I didn't want to invade his privacy anymore then I have.

Turning back around, Zayn hands one to me with one in his hand. "Have you happened to see my phone anywhere? I could've sworn I took it to school with me today..."

I place a fake sincere look on my face, "No. Maybe you left it out here when you were about to leave?"

He folds his arms against his chest, "Hm...I could've."

Biting my lip, I watch as Zayn shuffles through some papers looking for his phone. He finally finds it and holds it up to show me, "What do you know? You were right."

"When am I not?" I tease, taking a sip of coke.

When I get home from his house, the first thing I do is jump straight into bed. Exhaustion was wrapping its arms around me in a very comforting way, and I didn't have the heart to say no.

The first thing I see is Harry. He's closing in on me. My eyes widen in fear and I step back, my back running into the wall behind me. "Harry, I'm begging you. Please don't hurt me. We can talk through this, okay?"

He shakes his head, the tears in his eyes falling down effortlessly. "No, we can't talk about this. Do you not understand that? You need to be silenced." A whimper leaves my lips as he pulls out a knife. "You should've never got involved with him."

"Harry, I beg you. You'll never see me again...I-I'll leave! We don't have to end it like this."

"I'm sorry, Mia. But it's too late for that." Before my mind could even comprehend what was happening, he runs at me with the knife clenched in his pale hands.

A scream runs up my throat and I dodge him just in time to allow him to run into the wall. I run up behind him and punch his back, only wanting him to let go of it. He turns back around and grabs me by the shoulders, shaking me harshly. All that comes to mind is to fight back, so that's what I do. I hit his chest as hard as I can, tears falling.

He gives me one more rough shake when I finally stop. "Mia, wake up! What's wrong? Wake up!"

The first thing I feel when I finally wake up is his arms squeezing my arms tightly. And then I finally feel the wet cement under my feet. My mouth parts open when I look up and see Zayn looking at me worried. "Baby, are you okay?" I stagger back but he grabs my arms and pulls me into a hug. "Please tell me you're okay, you're worrying me."

"I-I'm fine." I murmur, wrapping my cold arms around him. "What happened?"

"I was walking home when I saw you...you weren't the same. You were scared, you know? I ran up to see what was wrong when all of a sudden you start hitting me. Whenever I tried to grab you, you just kept hitting me. I was so scared...my first instinct was to try and wake you up. What was your dream about?" He asks, rubbing his hurt arm. "It must've been pretty scary."

"Harry." I mumble. "It was about Harry."

"What about him?"

"H-He was attacking me...I don't know why. He was telling me I should've never got involved and that it was too late..."

Something glints in Zayn's eyes, realization maybe?

"That's a pretty scary dream..."

I nod, "It's not like it's anything out of the ordinary though...I mean, I've had a ton of weird dreams recently."

"Oh, yeah?" Zayn laughs, smiling slightly. "Like what?"

Realizing in that moment I shouldn't tell Zayn about the dreams I've had about him, I just shrug. "Nothing really. Just about Niall and all."

"I can't ever remember my dreams."

"Really?" I ask, biting my lip. "When was the last dream you remember?"

His smile falls, "A long time ago."

I can tell he desperately wants to get off the topic, so I switch it. "But it almost feels like these dreams are...almost controlled. I have never dreamed anything like this."

"Ah, moderatorem et somniorum."

"What?" I ask, confused by his words.

"The controller of dreams." He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"What's that?"

Instead of replying he smiles and backs away towards his house. "Stay safe, baby."

As soon as I get home, I am very saddened by the fact it's seven. No fact in going to bed anymore. I might as well stay up...even though I would prefer sleeping in on a weekend.

I pull my laptop out and open Google Chrome, my fingers floating above the keys as I wonder what to type.

"The Controller of Dreams"

Many results pop up and I click on a few before settling on one.

THE CONTROLLER OF DREAMS

The controller of dreams, also known in Latin as "moderatorem et somniorum", is a very well known myth around the world. Although it is associated to one thing, there are many who can do so. The dream controller is also known as a "daemon" or demon in English.

A demon is a very feared being that is a "minion" to the Devil himself. Although very charming and handsome, these things are not to be messed with.

When ones dreams are being controlled, they feel as if they are not in control of them. The persons dreams are usually very violent and out of the ordinary. Be wary though, a lot of these are warnings. Things that could happen in real life. Even so, you can change these things. Stay away from any situation that makes you uncomfortable and that seems to resemble your dreams.

But don't just be wary of those dreams, be wary of those who you hang around. Because to have your dreams controlled, you must be close to the demon who wishes to harm you.

My mind is jumbled with the facts from this article and I try my best to not freak out. The chance of this being true is very slim. Like they said, it's just a myth.

I decide to look through a bit more when I find another article that seems worth reading.

SIGNS A DEMON IS CONTROLLING YOUR DREAMS/A DEMON IS NEAR YOU

1. Your dreams are out of the ordinary and unusually violent

2. The weather is abnormal lately

3. Power outages

4. Weird behavior from friends/family (could be a sign of persuasion)

5. People are going missing/getting hurt

6. Everybody is attracted to a certain person

7. Crows near you (keep in mind crows are the symbol for darkness; meaning it could mean demons)

8. Things getting ransacked/things going missing

My shoulders sag as I realize a lot of these have happened to me. But isn't this what the authors want? They want me to connect a few dots and then overthink it a lot.

I straighten my posture and look up one more thing.

POWERS THAT DEMONS POSSESS

Demons are all different. They all possess different powers and none are the exact same. Although most demons prefer to surround themselves with luxury and power, others like to stay in more quiet places. Nobody knows for sure why, but they believe it has something to do with the challenge.

Some different powers some demons may possess are shape-shifting, controlling elements, possessing, inflicting physical or mental pain, persuasion, and many more. We do not have all the knowledge as of how many abilities they posses, but the possibilities are endless.

While some demons are much stronger then others, they all share a few powers in common. Like controlling dreams and seducing whoever they please. Some weaker traits of a demon is possessing and infliction. While the much stronger ones can control elements, shape-shift, and persuade.

But in all, all demons are very dangerous. Always remember, demons do everything for their own gain.

I slam my laptop shut and my heart almost bursts out of my chest when my mother comes bursting through my door. She eyes me suspiciously before meeting my eyes, "I invited Zayn over for dinner. He's here, so come on down." 

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OKAY, so the "controller of dreams" is not a real thing. I made it up for purposes of the book. As you can tell, these articles are very much fake because of the horrible writing lol.

Let me tell you, I am so very sorry that I didn't update last week. I got maybe halfway through it and lost all motivation. I'M SO SORRY.

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