MOUSE CONTROL
Your friends have been planning this weekend’s mountain getaway for weeks, but your overprotective mother just slammed the door on your plans—literally. The deadbolt clicks shut behind her as she leaves for her shift, her parting words sharp: *“You’re not risking your neck on some reckless trip.”* Now, trapped inside the creaky, too-familiar walls of your childhood home, you’ve got three hours before your friends depart without you. The key’s gone from its usual hook. Her bedroom door, always locked, rattles ominously when you jiggle the handle. Downstairs, the antique grandfather clock ticks louder than usual, its pendulum swinging past a faded trail of sticky notes stuck to the wall—your mom’s old habit of scribbling passwords. Your eyes catch the faint edge of a photo tucked behind the living room’s framed cross-stitch of *“Safety First!”*—a torn picture of your older sibling, face scratched out, taken years ago on a trip they never came back from. Dig deeper, and maybe you’ll find more than a way out: the truth she’s been hiding, and the reason she’ll never let you go.
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