Is someone alive here? He questioned and looked at the lock. Then without any further hesitation he swung his shovel's handle and hit on the lock. It took further three blows to break it.

He had presumed he would have to open the lid but instead the lid swung open itself from inside. It hit his chin and he fell off his feet. What Turner saw next was the main reason why he had opted to live a normal life again.

What Turner knew as Satan emerged from coffin.

The fallen Archangel from heaven has come. Oh God Almighty!

The Lucifer was almost five feet tall and possessed face which he never wanted to see in his life. He had chosen to work as a gravedigger because it was the place where Satan would never step in with intent. Instead of scaring him The Satans would look through the bars of gate with animalistic eyes at terrified Turner.

He always had hesitated to bury a dead Satan but tonight he had been told to bury one of them and he was alive. The Satan looked pale and thirsty. It stepped out from the coffin.

Satans are afraid of cemeteries. Satans fear who is dead. They have no idea what death is for they have never died. The bastards are curious, small and attractive for some beholders. They are attracted to Satans like them and of course…toys…

A kid had popped out from there but he was Satan for Turner since he had turned adult. Before abandoning his house, he had burnt all of his childhood photographs even though there were not more than half a dozen of them.

I was a Satan too…but now I'm transformed. The kid reminded of his past acting as an emotional trigger.

But for tonight, Turner was going to turn evil. The strange mental disorder where he suffered was called Pedophobia. The peculiar mental illness linked children with any source of fear. And for Turner, the source of fear was twined with Satan.

Children never had come to cemeteries. But now he had come somehow. He covered his eyes in fear and wished the Satan would go but Satan chose to run inside Turner's house. In some winks, the kid who looked of nine or ten was already inside.

Turner then possessed no sense of what was to be done. He was in dilemma of whether he should run for his peace or fight the creature. In nausea, he seized the shovel.

He resisted on the shovel's handle and got on his feet. He was about to leave the place when he had intuition that God was signaling him for something. The shovel which he had just used as a walking stick could be used for something different. God had given him support to get on his feet and face his utmost fear. He knew, once he ran from there then he would encounter many of such creatures in future. Turner opted to fight against his fear than to run away from it.

If I kill it then I shall never be scared of it again.

He reminded himself about it without any pause until he entered inside his house with shovel on his shoulder like a mallet. Sweat was loosening his grip and was increasing his anxiety.

He heard light tramps of the creature walking towards his direction.