Joseph Bruchac, author of the award-winning Skeleton Man and The Return of Skeleton Man, breathes life into a chilling vampire-like demon.
Maddy has always loved scary stories, especially the spooky legends of her Native American ancestors. But that was before she heard about the Whisperer in the Dark, the most frightening legend of all.
Now there’s an icy voice at the other end of the phone and a terrifying message left on Maddy’s door. Suddenly this ancient tale is becoming just a bit too real. Once, twice, three times he’s called out to her. If he calls to her a fourth time, she’s done for. Where will she be when he calls her name again?
Author Joseph Bruchac is acclaimed as "a formidable talent in the field of multicultural books for children." (Children's Books and Their Creators)
|Product dimensions:||5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.50(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Joseph Bruchac is the author of Skeleton Man, The Return of Skeleton Man, Bearwalker, The Dark Pond, and Whisper in the Dark, as well as numerous other critically acclaimed novels, poems, and stories, many drawing on his Abenaki heritage. Mr. Bruchac and his wife, Carol, live in upstate New York, in the same house where he was raised by his grandparents. You can visit him online at www.josephbruchac.com.
Sally Wern Comport has been making pictures professionally since the age of sixteen. Her images have been seen in the editorial, advertising, and publishing markets worldwide, and her work includes the picture book Brave Margaret: An Irish Adventure, by Robert D. San Souci. She lives in Annapolis, Maryland, with her studio partner -- husband and their two daughters, Taylor and Olivia, and she recently completed her graduate education at Syracuse University to further her passion for the art of illustration.
Read an Excerpt
Whisper in the Dark
The first call didn't really scare me. Not one bit. And why should it? The phone rang and I answered it.
Silence on the other end.
"Hello," I said again. "Hel-lo?" I was getting annoyed now. I tapped my numb left hand on the counter. A silence like that could mean that the person who called was hesitating because they had something really, really important to say. Maybe it was that reporter wanting to follow up on her article that had appeared last week about my running. It hadn't been a bad piece, despite its corny title: descendant of chiefs wins big meet. Or maybe it was great news like that I'd won a prize or something.
Or maybe something awful. Maybe this was the kind of call where the person on the other end was hesitating because they have to tell you bad news. Like someone close to you has just been hurt or even died. I knew what that kind of call was like. That kind of call makes you hold onto the phone as if it was a lifeline, the only thing to keep from falling a long, long way into a deep, deep chasm. But hard as you hold onto it, a part of you is already falling and will never stop falling. I'm sorry is how the person on the other end of the line begins the conversation in that sort of call. Then they say there's been an accident. And from there on in, it never gets better again.
It wasn't that kind of call. Whoever was on the other end didn't say anything, good or bad. They just hung up.
But as soon as I put the phone down and started to walk away from it, it rang again.
"Hello. Hello? HELLO?"The third time I said it, a lot louder than I'd meant to, I was starting to feel both disgusted and dumb.
But I didn't hang up. By now I just knew what it had to mean. This was one of those dumb telemarketing calls that everyone gets. Any second now I'd hear someone mispronounce Aunt Lyssa's name and then ask for a donation or try to sell us something we don't need.
But there was no sales pitch. Just more silence. The kind of silence that told me someone really was there on the other end. I couldn't hear that person breathing, but I could hear him in another way. I heard him with the sixth sense my dad's side of the family believes in so strongly. Intuition is what Aunt Lyssa calls it, although I think it's more than that. It's a kind of knowing. It told me there was someone on the other end of the line, listening just as intently to me. And this is when I really should have hung up. But I didn't.
Maybe it was one of my friends playing a dumb joke. Or some bored kid just dialing numbers at random for a goof.
My friend Brittany and I used to do that sort of thing on Internet chat rooms. Her persona was Ingrid, a twenty-one-year-old Swedish model. Me, I only added on five years when I identified myself as Natasha, a mysterious eighteen-year-old Gypsy ballerina from Transylvania.
I say that Brittany and I used to do that. But she and her family moved away last year, all the way out to Seattle. For a while she e-mailed me and called whenever she had a chance. But that was only for the first few months. I guess she found a new best girlfriend pretty quick. Girls like Brittany always do. I hadn't heard a word from her for months. Still, when the call came, she was the first person I thought about, so I guess I'd been missing her.
"Brittany?" I said.
The silence on the other end somehow seemed more echoey, like the silence in a cave. It was a little spooky.
"Roger?" I said. "Is that you?"
The lack of response was feeling ominous. Even if it was the middle of the morning, a sunny summer's day, it seemed as if things were getting darker around me.
I just couldn't stand it any longer. "Who's there?" I demanded.
"I am," a voice whispered. "I'm coming for you."
It was a voice as cold as ice. I felt as if spiderwebs were brushing across my face. I tried to say something, but I couldn't speak.
Then the line went dead.Whisper in the Dark. Copyright (c) by Joseph Bruchac . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Table of Contents
|3||Too Much Imagination||15|
|7||The Deep End||38|
|10||Who Is That?||55|
|13||Under the Street||75|
|18||The Last Call||121|
|20||The Open Door||132|
|23||The Third Door||145|
|24||The Other Side||149|
|25||I Am Here||158|
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Not as exciting of a story as I had hoped for. Great writing and characters, but I felt as though the story just went flat towards the end. This could be because it is a short story, but it started out really good and I was hoping for more. May be a good story to turn into more of a novel and add some more excitement to it.
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This is my fav book!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
Whisper in the Dark is an okay book. I'd say the beginning and the middle was incredible! Once the author came to the ending, I disliked it very much. I think the author could of ended the book like One Missed Call, the movie. When the spirit never ends but the author made it like it all was kinda like an accident. Great beginning, terrible ending.
Perfect for the YA audience, this combination indian legend/vampire tale is a fast-paced read with characters that ring true (indian girl who listens to Eminem, etc.) I liked it -- but really more of an introduction to Bruchac's work -- I just want to read more by him ...