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.