Chapter 2: The Family Reunion Pact
After coming back from the dead, great-grandpa claimed he’d received a sign from above and wanted to see all his descendants. With the little reward he’d given earlier, Grandpa and the others agreed right away.
They called everyone they could think of, sending letters and making phone calls. The house filled with laughter and arguments, old grudges flaring up in the crowded rooms.
Everyone studying or working in the city got called back.
Cars lined the driveway, suitcases piled high in the hallway. Cousins I barely remembered showed up, hugging me tight and asking about school. The house smelled like dust and perfume, the air buzzing with excitement and dread.
I thought I’d get to see my parents too, but in the end, no one came for me. Confused, I ran to Grandma’s room and asked her,
I knocked softly and peeked around the door.
“Grandma, why aren’t my parents coming back?”
My voice trembled. I waited, hoping she’d tell me they were just running late.
Ever since great-grandpa returned, Grandma’s mind had gotten worse. When I asked, she just lifted her eyelids and said softly,
Her eyes were glassy, distant. She stared through me, voice barely more than a whisper. My chest tightened, waiting for her to say something real.
“You’re a child born of stone—where would you get parents?”
Her words made no sense, but they left a cold ache in my chest. I turned away, blinking back tears.
I wanted to ask more, but someone came running to say great-grandpa was coming out and everyone needed to line up outside.
The hallway filled with shouts and footsteps. I wiped my eyes and hurried to join the others, heart pounding.
After so many days, when I saw him again, his eyes hadn’t fully lost that wild shine, but he acted more and more human.
He walked with a new spring in his step, his voice louder and clearer. The family watched him with a mix of awe and fear. I felt a shiver run down my back.
His eyes glowed green, greedily sweeping over everyone in the yard, finally settling on Uncle Lester’s chubby little grandson.
The boy hid behind his mother’s skirt, peeking out with wide, frightened eyes. Great-grandpa licked his lips, smiling too wide.
“Who’s this kid? So plump—looks delicious.”
His words sent a chill through the crowd. The grown-ups forced nervous laughs, pretending it was just a joke.
The child stared at great-grandpa and bawled, but his parents were all smiles, carrying him over:
They bounced him on their hips, urging him to be polite. “Go on, say hi to Great-Grandpa,” they coaxed, ignoring his tears.
“Come on, call him Great-Grandpa.”
The boy whimpered, clinging to his mother’s neck. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut. My own breath caught—I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.
The kid was sobbing and gasping, until Aunt May couldn’t take it anymore and snatched him back. Oddly, as soon as he left great-grandpa’s side, he stopped crying.
Aunt May’s face was pale as she hugged her son tight. The boy’s cries faded, replaced by hiccups and sniffles.
Seeing this, everyone’s eyes flickered. Some even came to me in private:
They cornered me in the hallway, voices hushed. “Joey, be honest with us. Is he really who he says he is?” Their faces were drawn, eyes darting nervously.
“Joey, tell us the truth—is your great-grandpa really not human?”
They waited, breathless, hanging on my every word.
I looked at great-grandpa pressing his face against the window and slowly shook my head:
He watched us from the shadows, his gaze hungry and cold. I forced myself to smile, pretending everything was fine.
“No.”
My voice was steady, but inside I was shaking.













