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

Andie stepped away from the revolving door, terrified, but quickly realized that the seemingly animated cadaver was stuck, forcing its body weight against the revolving door in the wrong direction.Andie leaned against the glass windows and watched as unconscious body after unconscious body rose from the sidewalk, walking and moving stiffly like a partially defrosted caveman trapped in a glacier.She leaned her head against the cool glass and tears raced down her cheek at the thought of never seeing Chris again.


Suddenly, Chris stepped around the corner and stood on the sidewalk just across the street.Andie, exhausted but rejuvenated by the sight of him, slammed her fists against the window to gain his attention.She was so relieved to see him and even more relieved when she realized that he saw her too.Chris crossed the street and walked closer to her, the recently awakened unconscious payed no attention to him.


Chapter 27: Alone, Part 3