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

Or worse, whatever I wrote about would come to fruition.Trust me, you don't want me to write a story about ordering #16 on the take-out menu on Friday the 16th.If I did, you'd be reading, or worse, experiencing, a fun-filled weekend with the porcelain bowl and your favorite brand of hiney-bumper tissue.And by the way, I just verified with a dictionary that I spelled "hiney" correctly and that according to the Urban Dictionary, it's correct. The sentence to go along with the word read, "Timothy, don't stick carrots in your hiney."I bet Timmy tried that feat on the 16th.Better to reserve the carrots for a different day and stick to dipping them into hummus.


So again, I apologize for not having written a chapter 16 and I wish you the best of luck as you continue reading this book.


Chapter 36: 16, part 2