Phobia translation: Fear of the dark

The night. The darkness that enfolds around me as I stare into that empty void of nightmares. That silent death that paralyzes me and keeps me awake throughout the course of the night. My heart races violently in my chest as I stand frozen to the carpet on the floor. There's almost no light except from a lone flicker of blue from the dishwasher a room away.

Wait!

That shadow!

My mind flickers to a frightening and possibly non-existent outline in the dark void that surrounds me. Is it a murderer? A knife-happy grandma? Freddy Fazbear? Some random burglar aiming a gun at me?

I don't know.

I can't move.

I can barely breathe.

I force myself forward to my room where I have to turn on the light. My escape! My haven! My rescue from this terrible night! The flood of brightness will show me no one is truly there. I will know I am safe as long as I am in this golden halo of-

Creak!

Who's there?!

Am I imagining things again? Or is there someone in the house? A creak from the ventilation system? Or a serial killer coming behind me?

I shut my eyes to avoid making more imaginary shadows and I run. Run! RUN! RUUUUNNNNN!

I feel my way down the hall, noting the door handle and grasp desperately for the light switch. Light floods the room and I sink to my knees and slam the door shut. No one's followed me. No one's coming to kill me. I don't have to peer into the dark void in fear. I'll live another night. Just one more night........

Right?