...and, to add some brevity:
My DSis-in-L moved to NC and owns a gym. One of her clients is the mother of an adult autistic son. She had just arrived at the gym when she received a phone call from her son, yelling for her to hurry home - there was a TROLL in the closet. Of course, she pooh-poohed it, but he insisted that she come home to help him - he had 'captured' it and put it in the closet. Since he would not be calmed, she decided to go home, which she DID. There, locked in the closet, was a 'little person' [ I know it's not politically correct to say 'dwarf' or 'midget'] stuck in their front hall coat closet. He was a member of the Census Team for that particular neighborhood, and, when he rang the doorbell, the son, thinking that it was a 'mythical creature', overpowered him and locked him in the closet!