Sure, sure.
Back when I was a kid, my parents would threaten me with it by having their friends dress up like devils, and threaten to take me and/or my brother away to hell in these giant sacks. Sometimes they'd come with rattling chains, clothes, and hair a mess, stomping around like they have hooves, and with their faces painted to look like they're covered in soot from the fires in hell.
Then I grew up.
Realised it was bullshit.
Still pissed off at my parents for it.
But now I'm well and truly an atheist. Not that I was a particularly strong believer in God when I was a kid either -- used to not really care about prayers and stuff anyway, but now I just care less.
True, there is some of the fear of the unknown inside of me -- but that's more to do with the future in life. I'm almost certain that nothingness comes after death. And if not, I'm just hoping for a peaceful reincarnation, even though with my luck, I'll probably spend another hellish time on Earth.
Hmm... come to think of it, yeah, I guess I believe in hell. How could I not? Many of us are living in it right now. Hell is wherever people suffer, I suppose.