The Big 'un!

"What happened?" you ask.
More unintelligable babble. Every now and then, you hear recogniseable words.
"...closet... kn-kn-knife... Robert, oh ROBERT!"
She starts screaming hysterically. She thrashes around wildly. Her hand swings round and smacks you in he jaw. Blood starts pouring out the big gash in your lip. The girl is now throwing herself against the wall. Then she vomits and collapses onto the ground.
You remember hearing the word "closet" when she was blabbering. There is a closet in the orner of the room. It has bloodstains on the door and a bloody handprint on the handle. You're sure there's something in there. But maybe you should let the cops check, in case your fingerprints get on it.