You were her favorite grandchild. That’s why she let you go the first time. You were seven. You found the secret passage behind the grandfather clock. You ran into the woods. She watched from the window and smiled.
“That’s where Grandpa’s old tools are,” she’d say with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Sharp things. Not for little hands.”
You can escape in five days. You can knock Granny unconscious. You can even lock her in the basement cage. But the deep story has only one ending:
Prologue: The House That Remembers