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

He watched as a young lady with long thin black hair stepped up to the counter at the coffee stand.He thought about his favorite cup of liquid energy, a double espresso with an extra shot of caffeine and it had been a long time since he enjoyed one.The clerk behind the register smiled at the girl.Her purple-dyed ponytail swayed behind her as she bopped her head to the jazz music playing on the airport radio.


As the order escaped the woman's mouth, Lyle heard his physician's words in the back of his mind.Lay low, relax, get away from everything, no stress and by all means, no alcohol or caffeine.


"On second thought," the young woman said to the purple-haired cashier, "change it to a decaf tea."The barista smiled again and handed her the cup of unsatisfyingly appropriate flavored hot water.Lyle noticed how the string and label of the tea hung over the side of cup, appearing as though the barista forgot to remove the tag from the purchase.


Chapter 47: writer's block, part 2