Dead man in the guest room closet. And I was inside the murderer’s head.

He was hanging by the neck from the closet’s hanger pole. He had a hole in his hand from a gunshot, made by the gun he held.

I didn’t see the murder, but I did see the stowing of the body.

I woke up just after the big reveal of the murderer by (I think) my mom, who played detective.