{"id":589,"date":"2025-04-09T08:39:35","date_gmt":"2025-04-09T07:39:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=589"},"modified":"2025-04-09T08:39:36","modified_gmt":"2025-04-09T07:39:36","slug":"i-got-a-frantic-video-message-from-my-mom-i-was-shocked-to-find-out-what-dad-had-done-to-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/time.amazingstory.blog\/?p=589","title":{"rendered":"I Got a Frantic Video Message from My Mom \u2014 I Was Shocked to Find Out What Dad Had Done to Her"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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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 father\u2019s pranks has left her mother scared and alone. Annie rushes over to her parents\u2019 house, ready to teach her father a lesson.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn\u2019t prepared for what I saw, and now, hours later, I\u2019m still trying to process the whole thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A worried young woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let me back up a second and give you some context on how everything went down. My dad is what you\u2019d call \u201cold school.\u201d He has this grumpy exterior, like he came straight out of the 1970s and never quite adapted to life in the present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019s not a bad guy, but he can be ridiculously difficult to get along with. He doesn\u2019t do heart-to-hearts or deep conversations. Instead, he sheds part of his grumpiness off when he\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A grumpy man | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Most of the time, Dad does really stupid stuff like hiding Mom\u2019s glasses when she\u2019s looking for them or misplacing her keys right when she\u2019s about to leave. These pranks have always been annoying, but nothing too wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except today.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, Dad decided to really outdo himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was in my little apartment about 20 minutes from my parents\u2019 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A video message.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s when I got a bit panicked. Mom wasn\u2019t the type to send video messages. To be honest, I didn\u2019t think she knew how to do it. Immediately, I knew that something was off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnnie,\u201d she breathed into the phone. \u201cSweetheart, your dad\u2026 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.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What. The. Hell.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My dad, in all his \u201cwisdom,\u201d 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 wouldn\u2019t remind him to eat his veggies during a precious football game? He truly didn\u2019t care about his cholesterol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I called her back immediately, but it went straight to voicemail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPick up, pick up, pick up!\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"A<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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, she\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So now, she was locked in the basement and not answering her phone. Dad had really crossed a line with this one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I texted her, but there was no response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman sitting in a basement | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe her phone died, Annie,\u201d I told myself. \u201cShe must be so afraid\u2026 and livid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew I had to get to her as soon as possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Car keys on a table | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The entire drive, I was fuming, and I already knew how this was going to end. My dad thought he was clever, but if there\u2019s one thing I inherited from him, other than his eye color, it\u2019s the ability to come up with a solid revenge plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe the nerve of this man,\u201d I said to myself as I turned into our street.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I got to the house, I didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman in a car | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Classic Dad.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was probably sitting there, stuffing his face with steak. It was a home routine\u2014Saturdays meant steak for dinner. Little did he know, I was about to teach him a lesson, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I headed straight for the basement. Sure enough, the door was locked, but the key hung from the hook next to the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knocked softly, and Mom\u2019s relieved voice came through the wood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman standing next to a door | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHoney, is that you?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, it\u2019s me, Mom,\u201d I said. \u201cHang tight, we\u2019re getting you out of there.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I unlocked the door, and when my mother stepped out, she didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDad\u2019s still in the living room,\u201d I said. \u201cHe didn\u2019t even hear me come in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A frowning older woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh? He\u2019s still enjoying his victory, then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, well, that\u2019s going to be short-lived, Mom,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There\u2019s one thing about my father: he loves his \u201cthrone.\u201d It\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man sitting on a recliner | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chair has heated seats, a massage feature, and even USB ports. He treats it like it\u2019s something sacred in our home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Naturally, I aimed my revenge at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A woman laughing | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I quietly unplugged his precious chair from the wall. And the best part? This man didn\u2019t even notice a thing. Then, with my mom watching, I pulled a little tube of super glue that I had taken from the kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I smeared it over the chair\u2019s buttons, still absolutely perplexed that my father didn\u2019t register that I was in the room, right next to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A container of chocolate chip cookies | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Still nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat the heck?\u201d he grumbled, fiddling with the controls. Then, I saw it. The moment when the realization hit him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man sitting on a recliner | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He started pulling at the armrests, trying to get up, but his hands were stuck. His face turned from confusion to full-on panic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Frank?\u201d Mom asked, strolling into the living room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe darn chair is broken!\u201d he complained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, really? Maybe because you overuse it. But wasn\u2019t it fine before you locked me in the basement?\u201d Mom asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My father\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\"An<\/figure>\n\n\n\n

An expressionless woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t\u2026 Wait! How did you get out?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnnie,\u201d Mom said simply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I stepped out from my spot in the kitchen, where I had been recording their conversation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSmile for the camera, Dad,\u201d I said. \u201cThis is going in the family group chat!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t dare, Annie!\u201d he barked at me, tugging helplessly at his stuck hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, but I would,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A man sitting in a recliner | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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 fa\u00e7ade. He didn\u2019t want people to see the real him. And this was him, an ugly person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m taking Mom home with me for the rest of the weekend,\u201d I said. \u201cYou can figure out how to get yourself off your throne.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom went upstairs to pack herself an overnight bag. I didn\u2019t want to leave her with Dad. But I doubt he\u2019ll be locking anyone in the basement anytime soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A smiling young woman | Source: Midjourney<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What would you have done?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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