While Annie is having a lazy Saturday, sitting around and scrolling through social media, a video message from her mom pops up. As she hits play, Annie discovers that one of her fathers pranks has left her mother scared and alone. Annie rushes over to her parents house, ready to teach her father a lesson.
I didnt think my dad would ever take one of his dumb jokes this far, but here we are, having lived through it. My phone lit up earlier today with a video message from my mom that made my heart stop for a second.
I wasnt prepared for what I saw, and now, hours later, Im still trying to process the whole thing.
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Let me back up a second and give you some context on how everything went down. My dad is what youd call “old school.” He has this grumpy exterior, like he came straight out of the 1970s and never quite adapted to life in the present.
Hes not a bad guy, but he can be ridiculously difficult to get along with. He doesnt do heart-to-hearts or deep conversations. Instead, he sheds part of his grumpiness off when hes at home and leans into his pranking nature. They are harmless, annoying little pranks that he thinks are hilarious but leave my mom rolling her eyes and sighing.
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Most of the time, Dad does really stupid stuff like hiding Moms glasses when shes looking for them or misplacing her keys right when shes about to leave. These pranks have always been annoying, but nothing too wild.
Except today.
Today, Dad decided to really outdo himself.
I was in my little apartment about 20 minutes from my parents house. I was minding my own business, sipping on a soft drink and scrolling through TikTok, when my phone pinged with a message from my mother.
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A video message.
The thumbnail was black, and all I could hear was her voice, which was muffled and kind of shaky. Like she was afraid of something.
Thats when I got a bit panicked. Mom wasnt the type to send video messages. To be honest, I didn’t think she knew how to do it. Immediately, I knew that something was off.
I tapped play, and there she was. The camera was all shaky, and she was crouched in a corner, whispering like she was about to be caught by someone or something.
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“Annie,” she breathed into the phone. “Sweetheart, your dad… he locked me in the basement. Can you come help me? He thinks this is funny. All because he wanted to eat in peace. I think there are rats or mice in the basement, Annie. Come quickly.”
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What. The. Hell.
I was so shocked, I nearly dropped my phone onto the floor. Locked in the basement? He locked her in the basement? And it was supposed to be funny?
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My dad, in all his “wisdom,” had apparently decided that the best way to enjoy his dinner in peace was to lock my mother in the basement. Just so that she wouldnt remind him to eat his veggies during a precious football game? He truly didnt care about his cholesterol.
I called her back immediately, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” I muttered.
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My brain went straight into overdrive. My mom never asked for help unless things were way beyond something she could do for herself. She was a woman who could handle herself. I mean, shes lived with my father for years, so that had to count for something. But she was also a woman who was deeply afraid of the dark and confined places.
So now, she was locked in the basement and not answering her phone. Dad had really crossed a line with this one.
I texted her, but there was no response.
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“Maybe her phone died, Annie,” I told myself. “She must be so afraid… and livid.”
I knew I had to get to her as soon as possible.
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I grabbed my keys and bolted out of my apartment. I live about twenty minutes away from my parents, but I swear, I made it in twelve.
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The entire drive, I was fuming, and I already knew how this was going to end. My dad thought he was clever, but if theres one thing I inherited from him, other than his eye color, its the ability to come up with a solid revenge plan.
“I cant believe the nerve of this man,” I said to myself as I turned into our street.
When I got to the house, I didnt even bother knocking. I had my spare key, so I let myself in. As soon as I stepped inside, I could hear the muffled sound of the TV blaring from the living room.
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Classic Dad.
He was probably sitting there, stuffing his face with steak. It was a home routine—Saturdays meant steak for dinner. Little did he know, I was about to teach him a lesson, too.
I headed straight for the basement. Sure enough, the door was locked, but the key hung from the hook next to the door.
I knocked softly, and Moms relieved voice came through the wood.
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“Honey, is that you?” she whispered.
“Yeah, its me, Mom,” I said. “Hang tight, were getting you out of there.”
I unlocked the door, and when my mother stepped out, she didnt even look mad. She just looked tired. But there was a glint in her eye, like she wanted to get revenge on my father, too.
“Dads still in the living room,” I said. “He didnt even hear me come in.”
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“Oh? Hes still enjoying his victory, then?”
“Yeah, well, thats going to be short-lived, Mom,” I said.
Theres one thing about my father: he loves his “throne.” Its a ridiculous electric recliner that he spent way too much money on a few years ago. He loves it more than any person in the world, which is sad and pathetic, but true.
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The chair has heated seats, a massage feature, and even USB ports. He treats it like its something sacred in our home.
Naturally, I aimed my revenge at it.
I told my mom the plan, and she laughed nervously. We crept toward the living room where Dad was zoned out, still glued to his game, digging into his dinner.
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I quietly unplugged his precious chair from the wall. And the best part? This man didnt even notice a thing. Then, with my mom watching, I pulled a little tube of super glue that I had taken from the kitchen.
I smeared it over the chairs buttons, still absolutely perplexed that my father didnt register that I was in the room, right next to him.
After that, Mom and I went back to the kitchen. We sat on the bar stools in silence as Mom opened a tub of cookies for us to nibble on.
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Ten minutes later, the game went to half-time. We could hear Dad shift in his chair and he tried to press the recline button. Nothing happened. He frowned and pressed it again, harder this time.
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Still nothing.
“What the heck?” he grumbled, fiddling with the controls. Then, I saw it. The moment when the realization hit him.
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He started pulling at the armrests, trying to get up, but his hands were stuck. His face turned from confusion to full-on panic.
“Whats wrong, Frank?” Mom asked, strolling into the living room.
“The darn chair is broken!” he complained.
“Oh, really? Maybe because you overuse it. But wasnt it fine before you locked me in the basement?” Mom asked.
My fathers eyes widened.
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“You didnt… Wait! How did you get out?” he asked.
“Annie,” Mom said simply.
I stepped out from my spot in the kitchen, where I had been recording their conversation.
“Smile for the camera, Dad,” I said. “This is going in the family group chat!”
“You wouldnt dare, Annie!” he barked at me, tugging helplessly at his stuck hands.
“Oh, but I would,” I said.
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I pressed send, and the replies started rolling in soon. If there was one thing my father hated, it was being seen beyond his usual façade. He didnt want people to see the real him. And this was him, an ugly person.
“Im taking Mom home with me for the rest of the weekend,” I said. “You can figure out how to get yourself off your throne.”
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Mom went upstairs to pack herself an overnight bag. I didnt want to leave her with Dad. But I doubt hell be locking anyone in the basement anytime soon.
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Dani cannot stand her husbands friends. So when Ethan brings up the possibility of having them over to watch a basketball game, she shuts down the idea. On the evening of the game, Dani finds herself going into the basement to get a pack of beer, but before she knows it, shes locked inside. What happens next?…
I should have just said no from the start. Not just when Ethan brought up the idea of his friends coming over for dinner. I mean way before that, like when I first realized how awful they were. I never outright said that I didnt hate them, but let me be honest with you: I think I made it pretty clear.
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But my husband, Ethan?
Hes so different from these guys. At 35, hes a successful manager at a tech company, and for reasons that I will never understand, hes still friends with the same guys he went to high school with.
Theyre loud, rude, and completely unlike Ethan. Theyre everything he left behind when he made something of himself.
Except, apparently, his loyalty to them.
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“Dani, its just one game,” he said that night, sitting in the kitchen with a hopeful grin. “The guys really want to watch the game here. Theyre dying to see our new TV setup. Itll be fun!”
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