<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614119848135941343</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:27:19.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameron's SRP Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camsrp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614119848135941343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camsrp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cameron D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574250051347479772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6614119848135941343.post-2762374200213455430</id><published>2008-07-14T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:20:02.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales For The Midnight Hour: Stories of Horror    By J.B. Stamper</title><content type='html'>Tales For The Midnight Hour: Stories of Horror    By J.B. Stamper&lt;br /&gt; story The Fury Collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is about two girls who are staying at one girl's house during Christmas vacation.  The girls are in Susan's room and are talking. Then they here a sound: SCRRITCH. Then Susan ran out of they room before the other girl could catch her. Then later Susan came back, opened the door and the other girl reached for the furry collar and found it. But as her fingers moved up she felt just a bloody stump were Susan's head was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Davis--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6614119848135941343-2762374200213455430?l=camsrp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camsrp.blogspot.com/feeds/2762374200213455430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6614119848135941343&amp;postID=2762374200213455430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614119848135941343/posts/default/2762374200213455430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6614119848135941343/posts/default/2762374200213455430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camsrp.blogspot.com/2008/07/tales-for-midnight-hour-stories-of.html' title='Tales For The Midnight Hour: Stories of Horror    By J.B. Stamper'/><author><name>Cameron D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03574250051347479772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
