To R.L.Stine
I have several recurrent dreams, among them is one of an amusement park in which my fate is always a grim one. I have been chased by clowns, forced into deathly rollercoasters, clawed by werewolves in haunted houses, and even choked on a caramel apple.
But as I ran away from each horror, there was one safe haven, an R.L. Stine store. Here, anyone could go in, grab a book and read to their heart’s content. The store was open for limited hours, I assume, to allow the monsters enough time to chase you before the park closed.
Something changed recently, a “Closing Soon” sign came up. The store began to empty as people rushed to get their little piece of safe haven. On this occasion, I didn’t make it to the store. A giant rat got to me before I could touch the door.
On this last dream, the store was closed. The glass windows, which were usually stacked with books, were not broken. The one bright spot in an otherwise dark place was gone. I cried at the sight, and this time no monster woke me up. My tears brought me back to reality.
Now I fear the next time I dream of the amusement park. Nowhere is safe.
I now ask you, would you be willing to open the store once more? I want to sit down once more and read through the Fear Street series. I want to argue with fellow readers on which of your books is the best. I just want my happy place back. I do hope you reconsider and the doors of the store open once more.