Sam blew out a breath and looked to the ceiling, clearly flipping through a mental rolodex of 'this one time,' unnatural events. "A lot of it's just like... fuck, I don't know. A little of it lines up with some haunting effects, like there are times at home where I go 'was that from me or is Noemi doing something?' because lights will go off or come on, timers that were never set go off, the phone rings but either there's no call or you hear your own voice and it's speaking gibberish at the exact same time you're talking because you're hearing what you're saying but backwards. Sometimes shadows or reflections go out of sync, clocks go backwards a lot, once a coffee cup shattered because the coffee in it froze so abruptly. A bird hit a window every three minutes for fifteen minutes, that was a weird one. The single weirdest was every egg in the fridge had its yolk and white replaced with air and fortune cookie fortunes when they were normal eggs we bought earlier in the day. Runner-up was cuttlefish ink coming out of a tap. Buddy tested it. It was pastuerized. A humming sound from the centre of the room for maybe half a minute, the radio comes on and says something nonsensical, we notice our ice cubes are sitting at the bottom of our glasses, all sorts of weird stuff... but except for the broken coffee cup, harmless."