<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Joeblisad on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/joeblisad/</link><description>Recent content in Joeblisad on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/joeblisad/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Haunted</title><link>/stories/2008/10/31/haunted/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/10/31/haunted/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;from the Halloween special 2008&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lisa just shut off the TV. She just loves those ghost hunting shows, especially on Halloween. It’s about 10:00PM, and the kids have stopped ringing the doorbell a few hours ago. With a big stretch as she gets off the couch, the butterflies stir in her belly. Tonight is her planned adventure.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The house, or you could call it a manor, just beyond the turn of the street, about a quarter-mile away, has long-rumored to be haunted. What with the spiked iron fence, broken windows and gables galore, it fits the typical horror story house to a tee. No one’s lived there for years. Perfect for her self-bondage game.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>