Screaming or howling

-Adallia the Mystery- I was at my high school, there was a large commotion filled with ambulances, police cars and... moving vans. Still, I was but a teenage girl, in this dream at least. I was a brown-haired, short-short teen who seemed a bit bitchy, to say the least, and for some reason, I needed to get into the room that the officials seemed to be protecting the most, and so I was able to walk right on by, easily too. As I walked to the room, I kept hearing something about this girl <PERSON>. Something about her being either dead or missing, or both. I went into the room, who I assumed was <PERSON>'s. Inside, there was just a bunch of boxes, almost like instrument boxes, though I walked outside, looking at the night street corner and suddenly seeing a young female's lifeless body in my vision, snapping back and forth over and over again, only at different angles. I could only see her body and the environment around her. I screamed loudly, everyone stared, I screamed "It is <PERSON>! All I can see is <PERSON>!". After that, I only remember seeing a view of the arm of a fallen dead person, pale and lifeless with a glove on that represented a fox's paw of some sort, something about how <PERSON> was still alive and that this was only a cod to cover up another murder she committed. That did not explain why I could only see her body, or someone is body. I was horrified.