![]() ![]() ![]() Tagline: It’s a finger-lickin’ nightmare! We don’t have a basement, and there are no dogs, old houses, spooky forests, summer camps, or amusement parks anywhere around here.” “This office is entirely Goosebumps proof. “Fat chance of that happening, Pat.” I said. ![]() “If we all were in a Goosebumps story together!” “You know what would be really neat?” Pat piped up after we had been working for a couple of minutes. Even when our tenth, Dan, finally arrived, dark sunglasses on and a denim jacket flung over his shoulder, and declared, “I came here to do two things: drink some beer and rank some Goosebumps,” we thought nothing of it. Our film critics, Randall and Dominick, argued that Stine was responsible for teaching a whole generation of horror fans the basic beats and twists of scary movies, not to mention the utter dread of tired sequels (“There was a Monster Blood IV!?!?”). ![]() Alex bragged that reading and re-reading Goosebumps books had earned him more than 100 personal pizzas through the Pizza Hut BOOK IT! program. Sean recalled ordering Goosebumps and novelized episodes of Family Matters through Scholastic Weekly Reader brochures. We sat around our conference table, chattering away like usual. Nothing about the night hinted at the strange events to come. ![]()
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