Writer's Block: Home Alone
I was horribly murdered. My mangled body was hung up from the ceiling and a puddle of blood formed under my feets. My parents walked into the house and smelled the smell of a rotting corpse (because my body had the uncanny ability to decompose and produce gross smells withing 30 minutes of dying) and then slipped on the puddle. Needless to say they were rather comically covered in blood and later the police came and one of them said "You've got some red on you."