Lumenia

My little sister and I are walking towards Almond Drive. I keep looking behind us. It feels like something is coming. I notice a small boy. He's no more than five years old with blond hair and blue eyes. He's not right. We start running. We make it to our house and try to shut the door. It won't shut. There is a gap about two or three inches wide. As we struggle to shut the door, the boy appears in front of it, snarling and trying angrily to get to us. We keep pushing him back and hitting him and doing everything we can to keep him away. He just keeps coming back.