M's killed someone!

So now, we're going to have to run away to Mexico and hope that they never find the body...

Maybe I should explain...

I was staying with him the other night - on his floor, perfectly innocently, damnit - and I wake up after hearing a loud crash. He's laid next to me, shaking and looking fuckin' terrified. I ask him what's wrong and he freaks out on me and gets back into his bed, hiding under his fuckin' duvet. So I'm naturally intrigued and worried about him, I keep asking him what's wrong, telling him he can trust me and shit and he won't look at me, keeps saying he's fine.

So the only logical conclusion is that he killed someone and their ghost has been haunting him in his dreams.

...

I'd like to see you think of something better.