Well. I'm better at this than I thought. I even stumped my own husband! (He (incorrectly) guessed #2.)
1. True. The room in which I was imprisoned was a bedroom in an old farmhouse. Terrible experience. On the day of my melodramatic escape, I'd come to and found I was alone. Tried the door, but it wouldn't open. It wouldn't open. I thought about going out the window, but it was two floors up with no soft landing. And I knew I didn't have much time before... well, I had to pee. So I busted my way out. (The doors—and their hardware—were original. And finicky. So the bedroom door was always kept open. The culprit who closed it, locking me in, has yet to fess up. (It was me.))
2. True. He lectured me non-stop about how dangerous it was for a woman to hitchhike and shouldn't I be in school and bla bla bla. Turns out he was right, though, 'cause a few months later... Ah, story for another day.
3. False. I did it twice. Twice.
Part marks to Mary for mentioning a cat in connection with #1—the reason I closed the door was because one of the cats, impatient for breakfast, was biting my bigf—uh, feet.