ghoul raze there's a fire truck on top of my typewriter, upended and unoccupied, cradled by cream-coloured keys. its chassis straddles the space between the seventh and twelfth letters of the latin alphabet. i follow the trail above and around this breathless body painted red and get "ghoul", with the o and the u out of order. so who's haunting this house, and what are they trying to tell me? there must be better ways of making your presence known than dropping a die-cast scale model vehicle in a place it couldn't have moved to on its own. unless i've just been pranked by a mouse with a strange sense of humour. hell, it wouldn't be the first time. 260917 what's it to you? who go blather from