Uncle Shom Part 1 Page

“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

Uncle Shom finally looked at me. His eyes were wet. “The watchmen of the in-between

“Well, boy,” he said, kneeling to my eye level. “Do you believe in things that cannot be explained?” “Your grandmother’s younger brother

Part 1 of Uncle Shom is not a story with a clean ending. It is a beginning—the opening of a door that can never be fully closed. In Part 2, we will explore the letters he left behind in the attic crawlspace, the true origin of the watchmen, and the reason why Uncle Shom believed that I, and only I, could finish what he started.

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.