I was told this story tonight from some family members. It was told to them by a woman who works with the 'teacher.' A teacher lives with her brother. She takes care of him because he is mentally deficient (read: retarded). He is not capable of taking care of himself completely, but can be trusted to stay at home while she works during a normal school day. At times, however, problems come up. When they do, he is expected to call her and let her know. She gets a call last week: "Sister, you've gotta come home; there's a troll in my closet!" She says, "no, there's no troll; calm down, and I'll be home later this afternoon." He hangs up the phone. ...he calls back, saying the same thing. Eventually, after a two more calls, she is finally convinced that SOMETHING (obviously not a troll in the closet) is amiss. She goes home. She finds him doubled over in the yard, crying, bawling, etc. She asks him, "what in the world is WRONG?" "Sister, there's a troll in my closet!" She goes to his room, and walks towards the closet. He has wedged a chair under the doorknob. She begins to move the chair and hears a commotion COMING FROM THE CLOSET. She opens the door... ...and out pops an exasperated, midget Jehova's Witness! Evidently the (retarded) brother thought he was a troll, got scared, and stuck him in the closet.