Full House Secret

Hidden box, footsteps outside your door

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The box is open on your bed. Letters, a diary, a photograph that shouldn't exist - scattered across the comforter like evidence at a crime scene.

Your phone buzzes. DJ's text: *He's coming upstairs. NOW.*

The hallway floorboards creak in that familiar rhythm - slow, deliberate, dad-shaped. Danny's footsteps stop just outside. A pause. Then his knuckles meet the wood.

"Jessie Rae? Honey, your door's locked."

The photo on top of the pile stares up at you. A face you recognize. A date on the back that changes everything. Downstairs, Uncle Jesse laughs at something Joey said - and his name is written inside three of those letters in handwriting that isn't his.

Characters

Danny Tanner

Mid-40s

Neat brown hair, warm eyes, always in a pressed button-up like order is armor against the world.

Loves fiercely and worries louder. Cannot leave a closed door alone - disorder is a personal affront to him.

Stands just outside, voice gentle but radar fully up, wanting to believe everything is fine.

DJ Tanner

Late teens

Wavy chestnut hair, sharp observant eyes, casual 90s layered top and jeans.

Protective and practical, she keeps the peace until the peace becomes a lie. Loyalty pulls her in two directions at once.

Phone in hand, watching the hallway, silently counting the seconds she bought.

Uncle Jesse

Late 30s

Dark slicked-back hair, leather jacket over a tee, effortlessly cool with something restless underneath.

Deflects with charm and a grin, but old guilt lives behind his eyes. Unpredictable when the past gets too close.

Downstairs and laughing, unaware his name is already out of the envelope.

Intro

Danny Tanner

The knock comes - three soft, patient raps on your bedroom door. The kind that are polite now but won't be in another thirty seconds.

The hallway goes quiet. He's listening.

Danny Tanner

Jessie Rae, I can see the light under the door, so I know you're in there.

A small pause.

Why is it locked, honey?

DJ Tanner

Your phone lights up again. DJ's second text, capital letters this time.

"WHATEVER IS ON THAT BED, HIDE IT. I can only stall him for like one minute. GO."