I always wonder what the final outcome was: in the late '70s, I was going to school in Buffalo, NY. The winter of 1978 was brutal, and then came the blizzard at the end of January. School was shut down for 3 weeks.
In April, I was reading the newspaper, and a story caught my eye. The first day of the blizzard, a 13 year old boy was off from school. His parents had somehow made it in to work, so he was alone untuil a friend came over. They were bored, and started playing around with a gun, playing target practice in the basement.
You guessed it. The 13 year old accidentally shot and killed his friend. Panicking, he wrapped the body in a drop cloth, and shoved it into the crawl space. Later, he lied and told his friend's parents that friend had left hours ago, walking home. For three months, the friend's parents (assuming he crawled into some shelter on the way home) are searching for their son, while the 13 year old buys Airwick solids and attempts to hide the smells.
In April, the body is found and 13 year old admits all. I often remember this case because it was such an extreme example of a child making a bad decision/mistake, and then compounding it by making an absolutely horrendous decision. The article made it clear that everyone believed that the actual death had been a tragic accident, but the horror of trying to cover up a decomposing body had all the involved adults at a loss as to what to do.
I wonder what happened to that 13 year old.