The Siren House

The sirens were meant to warn the living.
They were never supposed to speak for the dead.

On a clear night in Wicker, Kansas, every tornado siren in town begins to scream.

There is no storm. No warning on the radar. No reason for anyone to run underground.

Then the sirens speak.

Do not open the east shelter.

Seventeen-year-old Sloane Mercer knows the voice immediately. It belongs to her mother, Clara, the former county dispatcher who died six years earlier in the tornado that devastated Wicker and left fourteen people dead.

At least, that is the story the town has always told.

When Sloane's father races toward the abandoned fairgrounds instead of answering her questions, she follows him into the place where her mother's final night began. What she finds points to a locked shelter, missing records, erased names, and a warning system that seems determined to reveal what Wicker buried.

As another storm begins to gather, Sloane must uncover the truth about her mother before the town's old lies turn a new warning deadly.

Because some voices do not return to haunt the living.

They return because no one listened the first time.