Bumps in the Night

I hear strange noises coming from the cellar; bumps in the night, even the odd muffled scream.
I mention it to the beloved, “We haven’t got a cellar, dear,” she’d reminds me. “Maybe it’s coming from the neighbors.”
“We live in a detached house!” I protest.
She’s having none of it.
Determined that I’m not going mad, I wait until she goes shopping and start pulling up the carpets.
I find a trap door; steps leading downward.
“Hello!” I call.
No one responds
Too late, I hear my wife’s footsteps behind me.
I awake to find myself bound and gagged.