I’m sure I’m not alone when I say that R.L. Stine is at least partially responsible for the undying love I have for the horror genre today. I was raised on the “Goosebumps” series, which I read often as a child, usually on a my bed, under the sheet, with a flashlight in hand. Because I was also allowed to watch movies like Candyman and The Exorcist at an incredibly young age, I feel like R.L. Stine helped balance out the intensity of the horror themed material I was consuming for a significant portion of my childhood.

Who knows what kind of person would be sitting here had R.L. Stine not been there during my formative years to offer (relatively) tamer scares. There’s no way of knowing for sure, but I imagine he would sport more buckles on his clothing than is necessary. Maybe he’d even have a seemingly random smattering of red dye in his purposefully unkempt hair. There’s also the definite possibility he’d have his next victim gagged and tied in his basement.

Thankfully, R.L. Stine was there, and at least one life was saved because of it.

I’m not the only one who shares a fondness for all things “Goosebumps” — there’s even a blog dedicated to the Goosebumps-fication of tons of horror movies and TV. See what happens when the two collide below.

This is just a few of the myriad covers you can find over at If It Were Stine. Seriously, there’s a lot of them. There may even be enough to keep you entertained until that Goosebumps film arrives.