Uncle Shom Part 1 May 2026

Uncle Shom finally looked at me. His eyes were wet.

“The watchmen of the in-between. They want their toll. They want the memory I’ve been hiding from them for forty years.”

“Your great-uncle,” my father muttered, frowning at the parchment as if it might bite him. “Your grandmother’s younger brother. We all thought he was dead.” Uncle Shom Part 1

“Well, boy,” he said, kneeling to my eye level. “Do you believe in things that cannot be explained?”

Not on my front door.

For now, if you ever see a red door where no door should be, do not knock. Do not speak. And whatever you do, do not look at your watch.

Introduction: A Name That Echoes in Family Whispers Every family has a legend. Someone spoken of in hushed tones at reunions, whose name is a key that unlocks a forgotten closet of secrets. In my family, that person was Uncle Shom. Uncle Shom finally looked at me

Because time might just look back. End of Part 1