sad boy at my door

Date: 4/23/2016

I'm asleep in my room when I look under the door and see the living room light gently flowing across the floor. There's a pair of feet in front of my door. I open the door. There is a sad, skinny, looking boy with a long face and body and arms and fingers. His body is…fleshy and pink. He grabs the door by the handle, from my hands, and slams it shut and I go back to bed. I wake up and put my feet over the edge. He's standing next to my bed. I actually wake up.