I Always Hated Kids

I went to someone's house so we could all go out for a family gathering. Lots of kids, aged around 6 or 7, who are spoiled brats were there, but two of them are fighting about toys. The whole family starts to leave and forgets those two kids so I'm trying to get them ready to go. The family left and I told one kid that we have to go right now, so he runs out in just his underwear and jumps into the snow. I didn't have any shoes on, so I'm getting ready to go save him. Then the other kid starts staring at me and saying creepy stuff from the other side of the room, while a rocking chair by him starts rocking uncomfortably fast all by itself.

I hear a thumping in the background and turn to look at the kid in the snow, and the lawn decorations came to life. One of them was a huge purple man strangling the boy and hitting his head against the snow. I yell out at the man and he ignores me until I start to run after them. The purple man drops the boy and goes into the backyard, so I bring the boy inside to warm up. I try having a talk with the other boy saying he needs to forgive his brother for the toy thing, and how family is annoying but we need to forgive and grow with each other. He just kept getting mad and calling me stupid while the furniture comes to life and starts trying to kill me. Suddenly the floor moves and pushes me outside, and the purple guy has one of the kids and is running around the lawn with him. I try chasing him but the white picket fence turned into daggers and started rolling around throwing them at me