If there’s anybody in the horror community who’s mastered the art of Twitter it’s R.L. Stine, who regularly updates his account with a steady stream of humor, horror and even exclusive bits of news. He also makes himself readily available to chat with fans, happily answering questions sent his way.

Further proving that he’s one artist who’s utilizing present day technology to stay relevant, Stine wrote up an original Goosebumps story on Twitter last night, revealing the tale through the course of 15 individual tweets.

The story, titled ‘What’s In My Sandwich?’, is classic Stine, a condensed version of the sort of thing we’ve come to expect from the master of kid-friendly horrors.

Can’t wait for the next Goosebumps book? Then read the brand spankin’ new story below, and be sure to follow R.L. Stine on Twitter for all sorts of Halloween fun!

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WHAT’S IN MY SANDWICH? – By R.L. Stine

‘People call me a loser, but that’s going to change. I was in a little diner downtown and I ordered an egg salad sandwich…

I was about to bite down on it when I noticed something moving in the egg salad. Was I imagining it? No…

I saw a hairy, three-fingered claw push a clump of egg out of the way. I saw two round black eyes. A fur-covered face…

The creature poked out of the sandwich, sending egg salad tumbling onto the plate. It was the size of a fat beetle…

But it wasn’t an insect. It had a furry head and eyes that peered into mine. Before I could react, a second creature poked out…

And then a third. My sandwich was infested. My stomach lurched. “Is everything okay?” the waitress asked…

“Yes. Fine,” I said. “Could you wrap this sandwich to go?” Finding hairy things in your sandwich is gross…

But I knew this sandwich would make me a winner. The sandwich would turn my life around…

Discovering a new life form had to make me rich. I carried the sandwich home carefully and set it on a table…

I didn’t hear my son Willy come home. When I finally saw him, he had egg salad on his face…

Yes, he ate the sandwich. If only I could have stopped him. Now the creatures are biting holes in his stomach…

They are biting holes in Willy from the inside, poking their furry heads out of his stomach, chewing his flesh…

Okay. A minor setback. But I’m not giving up. Willy is screaming in agony. The poor guy is terrified…

I’m so excited. Where is my camera? Willy is going to make me rich.’