What child didn’t know about Goosebumps growing up? And what adult looks back on their Goosebumps-filled childhood with any kind of joy or nostalgia? Certainly not me. As I have an older brother, Goosebumps was an inevitable part of my adolescence, and not one that I particularly enjoyed. The entire horror genre has never been my thing, and while looking back I hardly find any Goosebumps story scary, I had a much different opinion on the matter when I was seven.
Just about everything involving Goosebumps terrified me, and nothing was worse than that godawful puppet—you know which one I’m talking about—but there was one story that I actually kind of liked: A Night in Terror Tower.