Literature
Spooked.
Ever since he was young, Ichigo had suffered from an irrational fear of the darkest shadows of his mind. It had always been something he could easily calm himself down from, but lately, it had been getting worse. He’d been having more and more “episodes” and his grades had begun to show the lack of sleep in his daily schedule. Even his social life had inverted. He avoided watching horror movies, when he’d always been the one to suggest them, and always slept with his desk lamp on despite the fact that he was twenty-two now and it didn’t work anyway. The baseball bat he once used to chase his sisters’ exes