Andrew Kraus is a novelist with a penchant for the more melancholy side of life.  His fascination with the supernatural, otherworldly and ethereal began in early childhood.  When other children were watching cartoons, he was studying horror films.  As a young man, when others were riding roller coasters, he was heading to haunted attractions for decorating tips.  And now, as an adult, when searching for a home, his preference is for something haunted.  Andrew currently resides in a turn of the century Victorian style farm house in southern New Jersey with his husband, their son, three dogs, and at minimum four spirits.  Andrew finds that his home and the spirits within give him inspiration to put pen to paper and share the stories of terror, tragedy, and misery that flow from his cranium.  When he isn’t writing, he and his family love to travel the globe in search of the macabre.  

Our fears creep in at the most unexpected times. Inspired by these fears and our mind’s own curiosity, these tales of terror take readers on a voyage into the world of several unfortunate characters. Utilizing dark humor and the macabre, readers will relate to the character’s plight while wincing throughout. From tales of haunted houses to serial killers to deranged demons that attack, The Spirit of Glassboro and Other Tales of Terror is filled with a variety of topics sure to please any thrill junkie. The characters are so real that when you’re reading this book alone on a dark, cold evening, you’ll second guess that chill on the back of your neck. While driving on the highway, you’ll wonder what’s in the back seat of the pick-up truck or really hidden behind the darkened windows of the unmarked van. Spooky and delightful at the same time, this book provides a welcoming dose of Halloween no matter what time of the year it is.


The Spirit of Glassboro & Other Tales of Terror

I tried to walk by the front desk as quickly as I could.I could feel her eyes on me.On the brown bag.She knew it wasn't wine and she knew I could not wait to open what was behind the paper.She had seen my kind before.The drunk, checking in alone at one of the year's most popular holidays.No family.A sad soul.


I wasn't a drunk and she didn't understand.Who the hell was she to judge me!She had no idea what I was going through, what I was feeling.Feeling?What was I feeling?Anything?Everything?Nothing.As I opened the door to my room, my stomach sank like I was riding a rollercoaster in Disneyland.Emptiness consumed me.I placed the Privacy Please sign on the outside door handle and slipped into my room.I twisted the latch until the door was locked and slid the chain into its secured position.


I turned the hallway light on and looked around.I stood motionless for a few moments and listened to the silence.The rain scrapped at the window like a dog wanting to come in from the back door. 


Chapter 23: The hotel, Part 2