Uncle Shom Part 1 Direct

“What happened?” I breathed.

He didn’t turn around. “Time doesn’t have a direction, boy. Only a preference. And right now, time prefers to rewind.” Uncle Shom Part 1

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

The knocker struck the door three times on its own—a slow, deliberate rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. Only a preference

On the inside of my bedroom closet.

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.