ghost_story raze i heard a sound like something being gnawed on and found a peanut with a cracked shell in front of the diminutive door growing out of my bedroom floor. i turned the knob and peered inside. no surprised squeak. no sound of scurrying feet. nothing but glass wool and heat. in the next few days two more peanuts appeared not far from the first. as if some small soul tried to carry them all across the thin line at the bottom of that piece of wood painted white and found the slender aperture unwilling to accommodate their quarry. you might think there's a mouse in this house. i know better. it's the ghost of one furry friend or another, and all they're after is a midnight snack. 250923 what's it to you? who go blather from