Jehova's Little Troll

An old co-worker of mine has a friend named Barbara who has a 30 year old son with Down’s Syndrome. His name is LT.

One day, Barbara left for work as usual and left LT at home to his own devices. It was a typical day. Around noon, she got a frantic call from her son.

“Mommy, Mommy! Come home quickly!” he cried. “I’ve captured a troll!”

Barbara could only wonder what the “troll” could be. Thinking he had let a wild animal or a stray dog into the house, Barbara rushed home during her lunch break to find out what creature was lurking in her home. When she opened the front door, she heard a tremendous knocking and banging from her hallway closet door. It sounded like the creature was whimpering for help. She approached the rattling door cautiously.

“Stand back, LT!” she commanded.

Grabbing a nearby broom, she prepared to whack whatever LT had locked in the closet. As she swung open the door, out raced a midget.

He was a Jehovah’s Witness, and LT had grabbed the kicking and screaming “troll”, forcibly locking him securely in the closet.

True story; I swear.