Who left that bag of onions in the back of that cupboard in the legislature? Things aren’t so pure around here as a rule but to compund it with the disintegration of vegetable matter, really goes over the rotting edge. It starts to smell; at first just tickling the nose with wafts of stink, then growing until the source of the corruption is found.
Marcellus can smell it. A ghost appears, stalks off with his son. Marcellus smells trouble. He smells the kind of trouble that won’t be solved with a removal and a fumigation. He smells trouble that starts with a bag of rotting onions but then travels through the entire cupboard filling up the house with corruption, spreading like a cancer til everything ends up dead. That won’t happen here, of course. No.