Scary 6 year old boy

(Washington)

I used to live in Oregon, this old house, it was built when my sister was born and she was only 2 at the time. Now she is around 20 and I am 16. This old house was lived in by my family only, but before, there was a old house that was broken down to rebuilt a new house in it's place.

Anyways, I was exactly 7 years old. And I was in my bedroom playing with barbie dolls. My sister was outside in the yard playing with some friends, my mom was in the kitchen and my dad was at work. I heard someone knock on the door and I thought it was my mom. I simply said, "Come on in mom." and a few seconds later there was another knock on the door. I was confused why my mom didn't walk in. so I laid my dolls down and I got up, walking to the door I turned the door knob and as I did, I opened it and there was a shadow on the wall. It was pure daylight, and the windows were closed, I looked again and there was a little boy about 6 years old looking at the closet door. I never seen him before, and I was curious where he came from? I walked up to him and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?" I waited for an answer. He didn't look at me, "Can you open the door?" He asked just staring at the closet door. I just nodded as if he saw me, and I opened the door. He then looked at me and told me to turn on the light. I switched it on and he walked in the closet, I stood there. "Come with me." he said in a whisper. I walked in, and he looked at me in a strange way and asked "would you please get my toy from there?" There was a not finished area in the closet that was dark, and it had boards and nails in there, I never went in there, and I was scared of the dark at the time. He kept pointing. "No." I said. "Please." he said. "No." I said and I ran out of the closet and to my room. I shut the door and I was shaking, scared to death. Then he banged on the door and I screamed, and my mom ran up stairs and asked what was wrong. I told her everything. She believed me and hugged me, then we both walked downstairs and I stayed there for the rest of the day. The next day the boy was gone and I never went to the closet again.