QSFer Matt Converse has a new queer horror book out (trans MTF): The Whistler.
When you hear him, it’s already too late.
No one has seen him. He only comes out in the dead of night, whistling a haunting tune.
As a horror writer, Mason Murdock scares people for a living. Now the tables have turned.
The killer leaves gruesome, bloody clues on his victim’s bodies to let the world—and Mason—know who will be next. And no one is safe.
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In the dead of night, I hear someone whistling a haunting tune that chills me to the bone. I instantly freeze and sit up perfectly straight in my chair. It’s just past two a.m. and I am working on my latest horror novel, and I hear this terrifying whistling.
It makes the hair on my arms stand up—it is someone outside, but this is no ordinary whistle. It’s a strange, eerie tune that sends an instant shiver down my spine. It’s point blank the scariest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I wonder if maybe it’s a tune from a horror movie, and that’s why I recognize it as being sinister, but I can’t place it. It sounds like some sickly, unearthly lullaby. The whistling is faint, but it is slowly getting louder.
I look towards the front windows in my living room, where the sound is coming from. It must be someone walking down the sidewalk and walking in my direction. With every note, it gets a little louder and a little closer. I’m sitting like a statue, almost afraid to move. It continues to get louder and closer as I take a deep breath.
I gulp and just keep staring at the windows, but I am too afraid to look. I keep expecting it to stop but it doesn’t. It has such a bizarre high-pitched sing-song element to it that it reminds me of a young boy taunting another. It’s closer now. Whoever it is must be right out front now as the wicked whistling is louder than ever.
I can feel my heart beating fast.
Matt Converse, of San Francisco, is the bestselling author of horror, sci-fi, thrillers and M/M romance suspense. He aspires to bring diversity to the publishing world.
Like his idol Alfred Hitchcock, his books are sexy, smart and full of suspense but told in a style one reviewer called “a new kind of writing, like he was speaking just to me.” Another said of Leather Head, “the suspense tried to kill me.”