One stormy morning, I woke up by the smell of eggs. When I got downstairs, the lights were strangely flickering. I didn’t mind it though, it is an old house after all. I washed my hands only before feeling the fringes on my clothing being moved. When I was done, i saw that my eggs were turning black! I was so confused, maybe the house was haunted because of all the stuff I saw! But also, the eggs may have been going bad? I ended up throwing out the eggs and just eating plain cereal. I was not very happy.