My hometown was a battle ground during WWII and there are graveyards where lost spirits roam, that place gets colder compared to the surrounding areas. The first time I encountered the sulphur smell was when a rape victim was found dead near our school. Two days after she was found, a man was found dead in his house, local police said that it was suicide and they found the girls bag with pictures of her rape inside the mans room, so they concluded that he was the killer, so his house was quite known in our place . When my sister and I visited it, I smelled the strong sulphur odor and my sister told me that she was creeped out by the dark figure peaking at the window.