Drugged

Nikki ran behind me as I purposefully strode towards the restroom. We checked the entire stall, but there was no sign of my wife.

“Let's check the rooms upstairs,” She suggested when we didn't see her out here. “I checked in the dance floor before I ran outside to check on her. She might be up there.”

Without waiting for her to repeat those words, I ran upstairs not mindful of the owners of the damned house.

The entire doors up here were closed.

“How do we know if she's here?” I glanced around the empty halls as I tried to think of how to look for her.

“Let's check the rooms for her,” Nikki suggested as she strode over to the door by her right. “We just need to—” The words froze in her throat when we heard a sound from the last door.

It sounded like someone struggling. Nikki and I exchanged a look at the sound.

Without a waste of time, Nikki and I ran towards the door. I opened the door, and strode in, just to see a sight that left my blood boiling with anger.

My wife lay on the