The Man in the Watch Still Visits Me at Night coming October 2026 from CLASH Books.
From the author of Letters to the Purple Satin Killer comes a surreal examination of generational trauma as filtered through the lens of the modern haunted house novel.
Jonas Williker is considered one of the most sadistic serial murderers of the modern era. This epistolary novel explores the aftermath of his arrest and the psychological trauma of those who lived through it.
The Pennsylvania native brutalized his way into the zeitgeist during the early part of the new millennium, leaving a trail of corpses across five states before his eventual arrest. All told, Williker was responsible for the rape and murder of 23 women, and is suspected in the deaths of dozens more. His calling card—a torn piece of fabric found on or inside the bodies of his victims—helped popularize his now ubiquitous nickname.
The Purple Satin Killer.
In the years following his arrest, Jonas Williker received hundreds of letters in prison. Collected here, these letters offer a unique glimpse into a depraved mind through a human lens, including contributions from family, the bereaved, and self-professed “fans.” They represent a chilling portrait of the American psyche, skewering a media obsessed culture where murderers are celebrities to revere. What you learn about the man from these letters will shock you, but not as much as what you learn about yourself.
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“Letters to the Purple Satin Killer is in turns horrifying, illuminating, darkly hilarious, and always surprising.”
—Meredith Borders, Fangoria
“This book. It made me wince, cringe, chuckle, guffaw, check the locks on my doors, shake my head, and maybe utter a few swears at the author. Letters is a unique satire of an American nightmare.”
—Paul Tremblay, author of A Head Full of Ghosts and The Cabin at the End of the World
“Chaplinsky breathes some much-needed life into the serial killer genre, taking the unique and utterly brilliant angle of turning the focus onto us, and our morbid fascination with these depraved individuals. This book ought to come with a bottle of bleach, to dip your soul in after you’re done.”
—Rob Hart, author of Assassins Anonymous and The Warehouse
“Akin to Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer fucking Les Liasons Dangereuses, then strangling it, this sadistic epistolary novel reads like a crime scene smattered in the DNA of Richard Chizmar and Thomas Harris. Better wear rubber gloves when you crack open this brutally captivating book.”
—Clay McLeod Chapman, author of What Kind of Mother and Ghost Eaters
“Remnants of Dennis Cooper and Bret Easton Ellis at their finest, Letters to the Purple Satin Killer is Chaplinsky’s best book yet. Cleverly inventive and perfectly perverted, it is deceptively difficult to put down once you get started. Clear your schedules and silence your phones. You’ve just found your next obsession.”
—Max Booth III, author of Abnormal Statistics and We Need to Do Something
“Letters to the Purple Satin Killer is a morbidly intense and psychologically thrilling page-turner. Once I started it, I couldn’t put it down.”
—Stephanie M. Wytovich, Bram Stoker award-winning author of Brothel
“Joshua Chaplinsky’s Letters to the Purple Satin Killer is the freshest, most inventive, and easily the funniest serial-killer novel in years. It says something scary and profound about America itself.”
—Nick Kolakowski, author of Absolute Unit and Love & Bullets
“A wicked feast of serial killer psychosis, Letters to the Purple Satin Killer steeps us in the lives of those who accidentally, and purposefully, love a bad, bad man. Told in blistering letters that heap hope, blame, lust and insanity on a monster, Joshua Chaplinsky’s haunting new novel will dazzle and trouble you in equal measure. An elegant and horrific epistolary of murder.”
—Brian Allen Carr, author of Bad Foundations
“A fascinating flip of the script here, think In the Belly of the Beast in reverse, where a reader doesn’t satisfy their morbid curiosity from an incarcerated killer’s insight, but instead derives a more dubious satisfaction by stealing the monster’s mail. All the expected epistolary pleasures are intact, but here it’s highlighted by a more perverse voyeurism, as well as some surprising character arcs from the obsessive penpals and rubberneckers, maybe less an arc but more like that inevitable trajectory that curves down down down into the cognitive gutter.”
—David James Keaton, author of Head Cleaner
“Filthy, shameful, and so much fun, like an ill-advised late-night tryst with your favorite toxic, psychotic lover. Letters to the Purple Satin Killer is a monster in the glossy black mirror reflecting our collective disease, and Chaplinsky catalogues humanity’s mordant cruelty with acerbic aplomb.”
—Chandler Morrison, author of Dead Inside and American Narcissus
“The range of emotions that seep into these letters—hatred, love, vengeance, desire—makes for a fascinating (and unsettling) epistolary novel. Transgressive and depraved, funny and sweet, it’s Dracula via Chuck Palahniuk with a Jack Ketchum chaser.”
—Richard Thomas, Bram Stoker and Shirley Jackson finalist
“By turns frightening and funny, Chaplinsky twists the true crime format into an immersive exploration of celebrity worship and humankind’s addiction to being heard.”
—B.R. Yeager, author of Negative Spaceand Burn You the Fuck Alive
“Unlike any other serial killer novel you’re likely to ever read. Brutal, original and unflinching, it holds the mirror to who we have become, and who we choose to obsess over.”
—Todd Robinson, Author of Rough Trade and The Hard Bounce
“You can’t see a black hole… only what’s around it. Like this brilliant, ul- tra-vivid book with terrible darkness at the center. Multihued, twistedly fun- ny, and so human it hurts. You’ll get sucked right into the horrifying core.”
Recently filmed a video of myself reading an excerpt of my story, “Letters to the Purple Satin Killer”—IN CHARACTER— for the Night Worms youtube channel. Introducing… The Ladies Behind The Letters!
I’ve got a new story in Dark Moon Digest #38, out now from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. It’s called “Satanic Panic Attack”, and is written in the style of one of those old, text-based adventure games, like Zork. I had a lot of fun with this one and am proud of the way it turned out. I think DMD is the perfect home for it.
SATANIC PANIC ATTACK is a text based game of strategy and black magic. Use your cunning to navigate the world and advance your powers. Only the most adept of apprentices shall achieve initiation into the dark coven. Enter “start” to begin.
>start
Bedroom
You awake to the sounds of the KROZ morning crew blaring from an alarm clock radio. Evil red numbers display the time: 6:30 AM. A snooze button dominates the clock’s center. Sunlight spills through the window, highlighting the Commodore 64 on your desk. The desk has two drawers. Posters of leather clad musicians paper the walls. The scent of bacon wafts in through the door
Out now, from Necro Publishing: The Big Book of Blasphemy, featuring my story “Playing Doctor.” Super proud to be in this monster TOC. #grateful#blessed
Allie pinched the slide between her fingers and unzipped the body bag. The hook and hollow of interlocking teeth parted to reveal a familiar face, one as stoic as her own. Its cloudy blue eyes stared unseeing from within the plastic shroud. Her father had warned her, but she’d insisted on preparing the body all the same. “By myself,” she told him. He didn’t like it, but knew better than to argue…
I also just learned that an Italian version of The Big Book of Blasphemy will be published by Independent Legions in November 2020. That’s a spicy meat-a-ball!!!
This is one of the greatest things I’ve ever been a part of as a writer.
TALES FROM THE CRUST: AN ANTHOLOGY OF PIZZA HORROR is out now from the lunatics at Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. It includes my pizza-menu-as-story “Cenobio Pizzeria.”
You think this is a joke? Brian Evenson has a story in this thing. So does Rob “author of The Warehouse, soon to be a major motion picture from Ron Howard” Hart. There’s even a sick-ass limited edition hardcover, that comes in its own pizza box.
Two years ago my story “The Hand of God” was published in Dark Moon Digest #21. Issue #31 marks my triumphant return to their hallowed pages with “Nobody Rides For Free”, a story of hitchhiking gone wrong that’s Wheel of Fortune meets Deliverance.
Rake watched the blacktop melt into the horizon as Trisha hiked up her skirt and stuck out her thumb. Coarse hair sprouted from her dirt smeared legs, but Rake doubted it would hurt their prospects. Under all the grime Trisha was still a piece of ass. And if they put enough mileage between themselves and the shit that went down in Bellamy, they could splurge for a motel room and clean themselves up…
I recently wrote a new LitReactor column about my experiences promoting my book Kanye West—Reanimator. I learned a lot these past three years, and hope other indie authors find some of it helpful.
What the shit is this you say? Only me milking the last remaining drops from Kanye’s withered teat like I was Luke Skywalker and he was a Thala-siren.
Why the shit should you care? What’s in it for you? Only 40 pages of new content, including:
—A New Foreword: “Kanye West—Origins”, on how KW-Re came to be
—The KW-Re precursor story “Beyond the Wall of Sleep in Redhook, Brooklyn”
—A review of Re-Animator the Musical from 2012
—Acknowledgements! Did you make the cut? Buy a copy and see!
—New author bios! Exciting!
—Blurbs! Both good and bad (and made up)
—A single homophone correction!
—A dedication to my wife!
—A new ISBN!
And all for only a dollar more than the original.
It’s been almost three years you say? When am I going to write something new?
Well, if you must know, I have a short novel currently out on submission, one that isn’t a parody, but who knows if and when it will see the light of publishing day.
So if you want me to keep writing, buy this stupid book one more time. I promise I won’t go for the triple-dipple like my name was Mr. Whipple.