My mum used to tell me a story about when I was younger, I used to be scared of Mr Men. Anyway, she'd say that I used to wake up coughing all night screaming and claiming I had one sitting on my chest making it hard for me to breathe. Everyone in the family always thought of it as a joke.
Then one day she was cleaning my room and thought she'd take a nap while I was at school. She woke up, thought she saw a Mr Men sitting on my wardrobe and completly freaked out. She donated the wardrobe away that day, and although she tells me, I can remember nothing of it.