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happy birthday r.l. stine

oh good LORD these books used to scare the crap out of me.

I would visit my cousins in new jersey, who collected EVERY SINGLE ONE of these books, and if they were bad, their mom said that she would put them in the “goosebumps closet”, which was supposedly like, the fiery depths of hell…or something. it must’ve been a very convincing threat.