I was just at home on a regular day, until I looked out of the window and there was a dead body hanging from the tree at the house opposite us, with balloons around her. It was like someone had killed her and congratulated himself by sending the body to her family. I shouted for my mum and dad to look, and sent the dog inside - except the neighbours across the street didn't even know. My mum went into their garden, knocked on their door and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have to look at these balloons." They came out, saw the balloons and burst into tears. I felt so bad. The next day, the woman across the street came over and sat down with us to talk about her daughter who had been murdered. She explained that it was something to do with a video game; you play it, you have someone come to your house and murder you. I sat right next to her, a drink in both our hands, she started talking but stuttering as she did. "I bet you're wondering how I saw the body," I asked, she looked as though she wanted to avoid that question. I explained to her that I was just looking out one day, and she started to laugh. I stood up very quickly because I had a feeling I was about to see a different side of her. "Do you really think I'm going to believe your lies, you little bitch!" she yelled. I backed up. I was thinking of the easiest and quickest way to leave without confrontation. And that was it. I woke up.