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

Toby continued to slide his feet back and forth on the sheet like a metronome, his tempo easing his mind toward much needed sleep.His serenity was broken when something grabbed ahold of his heel.His heart sank, like an elevator dropping four stories at an amusement park ride.The goosebumps that had melted away on his spine immediately dispersed themselves on his arms and across his body.Toby opened his eyes and was too afraid to turn around.He could feel the weight of someone, of something, enter his bed and whatever held his foot, had long thin fingers with sharp nails.The pointed edges just about pierced the sheets, sliding against the top of his foot like the boney edge of a quill.


The smell of fresh-cut onions and anchovies swept over his cheek and Toby's pulse raced.His lungs screamed as he was too frozen, too frightened to breathe.


Chapter 38: darkness, part 3