Stephen Ballinger was just like any other seventeen-year-old kid growing up in a rich suburb–until a monster named Mrs. Gulch moved into the basement and ate his grandmother, that is.

Was the bloody EZ-Tie shoe it left at the top of the basement stairs a peace offering . . . or a declaration of war?

In between large writing projects, I like to write short stories. Sometimes it’s to try out a new idea or character and sometimes it’s just to get a little crazy. I think From the Desk of Stephen B...