The Happening's Genesis

As I was drinking this morbid peach drink I thought to myself of why a chair would even be pulled out in a house like this.  “Hey, Zoe, what was this home used for?” he asked.

         “Well I said before Landon it was and now have became a place of empty thought and bewilderment fury,” she said.

         “So… you just said this place is haunted?” he said.

         “That depends highly on if the ‘spirits’ passed through the ‘gate’,” she said.

         “Oh please Zoe, please don’t try to understand anything else, but yourself,
” he said.

They started walking into the room of infamous meaning and scary essence, the dreaded basement.  “I wonder if this was a place of empty thought than could it have been some asylum,” he said.

         “Oh now you need me,” she said.

         “You’re over reacting to me again, why do you always do it?” he said “you really should know this by now that I really hate these kinds of places and you never make it better so if you are feeling angry don’t blame it on me.”  He stared in the dark with an LED light until he was shocked.  “Zoe, where did you go?”  he said.  No reply returned from the corridor feeling of the basement.  Suddenly he jolted for his for now upside down life only to find Zoe sitting there, dead for what would seem months in the pulled out chair.