The Purple Man
My elder son was always saying there was a purple man in his room that would scare him. My wife would go up and ask where the purple man was. He was always “in the wardrobe”. So she would open the little wardrobe doors and shout at the purple man to leave our son alone, and he would “go away”.
One day, my son was running around in just his vest the way kids do when they are little, and my wife found something chilling: strands of purple cotton on the vest.
Now we didn’t own anything that color, which was spooky in and of itself. We just didn’t like purple clothes. She took them and put them in a little plastic bag to show me when I got home from work.
That same day, my son shouted, “The purple man’s in the wardrobe again!” and then the wardrobe abruptly fell over on its own, missing my son by inches. We never heard of the purple man after that. Story credit: Reddit / floydie1962