Gifts from Uncle Gabe

Adan Men
8 min readJan 1, 2024

Since I was a kid I’ve been receiving Christmas gifts from someone named ‘Uncle Gabe’, it’s always been a mystery to me and my family because I have no uncle that goes by that name. The presents aren’t anything sinister or nefarious; it’s just a normal gift than anyone would receive. It first happened when I was about 8 years old, there we were; me and my family sitting around the Christmas tree early in the morning, everyone all to eager to unravel their gifts. Nothing was out of the ordinary, me and my brothers received the usual, presents from each other and of course our parents. Envelopes passed out to each one of us with money inside a special treat given to us by our grandparents. By this point we were all playing with our new items thinking our annual ceremony was over but that’s when my brother Peter pointed out the extra gift, it was shoved behind the back of the tree. We all turned to see what my little brother was pointing out and sure enough there was indeed one more gift, me and my brothers looked at each other, all pondering the premise of who the gift was for. I remember my mother jabbing my dad in his side asking with befuddlement of where it came from, my father had no answers and he displayed as much bewilderment as the rest of us. My father approached cautiously and reached his arm underneath the tree, he pulled out the gift it being a medium size rectangular box. My father gestured to my mom for her to hand him his reading glasses, me and my brothers remained silent waiting anxiously to see who would receive the extra gift.

My father then rushed over to my mother while holding the present, quietly he whispered something into her ear only for her to shake her head in disagreement. I remember in that moment crossing my fingers hoping the gift was for me, I was a bit selfish when I was little nothing more would of satisfied me like having one more present to open in front my brothers. My dad then cleared his throat and with a bit of shaky tone lifted the box and handed to me, telling me it was from ‘uncle Gabe’.

“Who’s that?” I remember asking.

“I’m not sure son, maybe it’s from one of your mothers brothers?” my father told me, though right away I heard my mother protest the notion.

I think my parents were concerned that something inappropriate might of been in the mystery box, but I think…

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Adan Men

If horror is your jam then my stories will have you on the edge of your seat, get ready to be enthralled into the world of the unexpected and unusual.