I would call the poilice!!... but if we are going down the movie route then no doubt I would call my creepy best friend who would come round, go into I’m CSI trained and know how to get rid of all evidence, then stand back and watch in horror as they chop up the body and feed it to some neighbouring pigs, conveniently hungry, waiting next door. Then I would hopelessly spend the entire movie being haunted by the events in traumatic flashbacks, and my creepy friend only to wake up the next morning to find out it was all a dream!!