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

More coughing.A few more people tried to leave and they too fell to the floor, motionless, lifeless, their theater chairs flipping up and smacking against the backrests.


The image of Rai Dai on the screen watched them, silently.More coughing overtook her audience with sounds of gurgling and heaving gasps for air.


Chad fell forward to the floor and vomited blood.Amanda started gasping for air and as she reached for her husband, she fell to the floor beside his dead body.The rest of the people soon followed in groups, sliding to the floor or slumping over in their seats, overtaken by the sweet smell of orange blossoms.


The crying, gasping for air and faint moans for help quickly fell silent.


"I am who I am today because of all of you.I will never forget you.Your children will forever love and adore me," Rai Dai said.


Alicia, Amber and Alexa had toppled onto one another, dying in a bloody mess of contoured, newly engineered perfection.


Chapter 43: her farewell tour, Part 4