Frank laid on his bed in a daze. What had he just seen? He rolled over and screamed into his pillow. The music carried him away, and he fainted from the lack of air.
"FRANKLIN! TURN THAT FUCKING MUSIC DOWN, OR TURN IT OFF!" His mother shouted from the bottom of the stairs. He awoke, drool all over his mouth and his eyes stuck together. His head fell back onto the pillow. He paused, and got up and turned his music off.
After he had done his order, he paced his room. He was really confused.

He had just witnessed a murder. A murder. A. Murder.
Should He go to the police?
Should he keep it to himself?

Some time later, his paces kept getting heavier and heavier and quicker and quicker. 5 minutes later, Frank's mom burst in his room. "Frank. It sounds like an earthquake is going on up here. Stop pacing, PLEASE!"
"Sorry mom.. I'm just bored."
"Well can you do something more creative that make my ornaments shake please?" she said, over dramatically. He sat down on the edge of his bed and stared at his mother until she left the room, rather awkwardly. Frank sighed. He rubbed his face with his hands, and slumped back to lay on the bed. He knew exactly what to do. He picked up his torch and headed downstairs.

Frank grabbed his coat and headed to the door. "I'm just going round Mikey's, mom!" he called down the hall.
"You said he was too caught up with Alicia to do things with you anymore?" Oh. Right. Frank screwed up his face.
"Yeah, well, Alicia's ill, so he wants to spend time with me." Frank lied.
"Oh okay, well be home by--" His mother was cut off by the door slamming.

Frank set of down the road with his hands in his pockets and his down. It was already getting dark, and it was cold. He shivered and picked up the pace. He knew exactly where he was going.

It was somewhat considerably darker when he got to where he was going. He turned on the torch and tried to remember exactly where it happened. He turned numerous corners before he came to the obvious trail of blood. His stepslowed immediately, and all he could hear was the THUMP THUMP of his heart. He shined the torch down the alley. He covered his mouth when he got to the place he wanted to see.

The body was still in the exact place where it was left, only this time it looked worse.

The corpse was slumped against the fence, lifeless. Its head was leaning on its shoulders, like it's neck had snapped, but the skin would not let it fall. His skin had turned a ghastly blue shade, and its lips were purple. One of the sleeves was caught on a splinter on the wood, so it looked like a half-hearted scarecrow, but more scary. It's feet were turned inwards, and its ankles were at very awkward angles. But the worst thing for Frank was the eyes. They were open, and they were a very dusty blue color, and they were staring right at him.

He wretched and had to hold himself up to be able to keep on his feet. The events taken place earlier came back to haunt him. He could hear the scream over and over in his head. It was shrill (even for a guy) and never ending. It coursed right through Frank's brain. Over and over. He couldn't hold it in anymore, and the stench made it worse. He vomited.

Sometime later, he managed to get home somehow. He made some story up to his mom about how he didn't want dinner, because Mikey had fed him, and he was just very tired, and he was going to go to bed. Frank's mom ogled him for a while. He never went to bed early, and this was quite out of the normal.

Frank landed on his bed and he passed out from the days events.