My Top Five Goosebumps Originals

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1) The Horror at Camp Jellyjam


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If there is a Goosebumps story that utterly creeped me out of my wits, then that would be The Horror at Camp Jellyjam. The story is well planned, and the writing is fantastic.

2) The Haunted Mask.


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Another story of revenge where revenge takes a dreadful turn. I still remember its ending. How I felt after reading the last line. 

 3) Night of the Living Dummy


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How can there a be Goosebumps list without the mention of this book? Night of the Living Dummy is an absolute gem for horror fans.

4) Ghost Beach.




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A story about a ghost who lives deep inside a cave. A ghost who is three hundred years old. A ghost who comes out when the moon is full. A ghost who is haunting the beach.

5) Egg Monsters from Mars




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Read this story, not because it is scary. Read it because it will show you how much creative and out of the box thinker R.L Stine is.

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