Dusk was falling, I was walking back. Being an atheist never helped me with nyctophobia. I don't believe in the existence of God so as the existence of demons and mythical creatures.
I have been challenged and judged with many questions regarding my beliefs.
"How is that you don't believe both sides of the coin? Still, be afraid of darkness. "
To all those people, I cannot keep lying to myself because the people around me lying to themselves.
And yes, I am scared of nights not because of demons lurking in the darkness, I am scared of the loneliness that awaits in darkness.

By the time, I was at the infamous alley of the city,
' Alley of death'

I heard a bawling sound from the valley, walking in the direction, I found a girl quaking with her face buried in her knees.
I nudged her to gain attention. She swatted my hand away in fear.

" Hey! You are safe. Does someone hurt you? "

"No I am scared, a man with fangs was following us and I am lost. He killed all of my family. "

"So you are the only survivor, How did you survive? "

I turned to look my behind when she wasn't answering and had her gaze behind my back.

After that, all I sensed was the excruciating pain travelling through my body as I lied in my pool of blood.
With the last few breaths of my life, I saw everything I believed was a lie.

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