I was afraid of the dark since childhood. I couldn’t overcome it. One day I went to the cellar to get some oil, and the door was shut by a whiff of air. I was locked in the cellar. I couldn’t get out. It was dark, I started to see angry eyes, sharp fangs and hands that were about to grab me. I was losing my mind. Then I started to pray to the Holy Child of Atocha who became a light of sanity for me until my daughter came back and unlocked me.