Inaccurate Murder?

I have taken yet another large step. A while after the incident with the play, I went to go see my mother after being summoned. I wasn't entirly sure why she wanted to see me, and when I had entered her room, just before I really began to talk to her, I heard something behind a curtin. I thought for sure that it was my uncle; unfortunatly though, I had...been mistaken. Polonius, Ophelia's father, was the one hiding. I...I didn't mean for him to die; caught in the middle of it, I suppose. Ophelia will be distrought when she finds out....In any case my mother started to question me-and I snapped. I began telling her everything about Cladius; that she shouldn't trust him, that my father had been a true king, and that she shouldn't sleep with him anymore. She just looked at me like as if I was a madman, and she probably thought I really was mad after I had finally stoped. Reason being, I had seen the ghost. He was just standing there...looking at me. He told me to not loose focus on what I was supposed to be doing. I had asked my mother if she had seen him at all, but no; she saw nothing. So now...I must leave. I need to find a place to hide that body...