We had a cool Smith Corona when I was a kid. Actually played with it enough to get not too bad at typing before moving on to the computer. I really doubt my mom still has it, and it's probably not worth much of anything, but it was in great shape (I even cleaned the hammers once in a while) and worked flawlessly.
Day after day, it reappears. Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away. Come back another day.