I still am...But not for the same reasons, not because of the the monsters under my bed or in the closet not because of the creeks and drips I heard late at night. Because I was always told that monsters weren't real.
Now I know that monsters are everywhere hiding in the things that appeal to us, picking on my skin deep desires, distracting me.
I am not afraid of the dark, but the darkness that my monsters surround me with, a darkness I may never escape, because it doesn't matter how far I get from it, it always finds me.
I don't think a night light can fix this.