Mike had been waiting by his front door, as he'd been nervous about leaving Micky alone. When he heard Micky's scream, he ran next door as fast as he could.

"Micky?! Micky!"

He ran through the front door, but didn't see Micky anywhere in the front hall. So he ran into the living room...and came to a screeching halt.

Micky was in the living room, staring up at his mother's lifeless body swinging from a noose on the ceiling fan.