R.L. Stine was a staple of scary in every 90s kid’s childhood, concocting stories that were responsible for our paranoia and dependance on night lights. However, we’ve grown. No longer are we worried about haunted basements and cursed mummy tombs. We’re not kept awake at night fearing monsters under the bed – no, now there are different concerns. Unavoidable, un-ignorable, in-your-face adult fears. If R.L. ever decides to continue trying to scare the same people he terrorized in the 90s, I’d imagine his titles would look something like this.