"C'mon Amy, you're clever; you can work this out!" yelled Fiona impatiently at Amy, "you're a journalist, this it what you do!"

"Well not really, I write news reports not solve mysteries!"

Amy and her sister (the mother of Eleanor) Fiona were quarrelling at Eleanor's funeral. They were depressed and miserable and also a bit confused at how she died. The doctors said her heart had just stopped (how "helpful") but that didn't explain the purple skin. Also, Aunt Wavin had just died from extreme obesity (too many cream cakes) so they were a bit annoyed at that as well.

"Please," she said and then started crying. Amy began to shed tears too; she broke down, fell to the floor and wept like a rushing waterfall.

"I'm sorry I've started you off now" apologised Fiona as Amy continued to cry.

"No, it's just-"

"I know it's difficult, you just have to calm down, Eleanor wouldn't have wanted it to be like this,"

"It's not that" she said, brushing away a few tears.

"Huh?"

"I broke a nail!!" she exclaimed, and the waterworks began again.

When Amy was flirting with everyone at the party, a freak called Adam told her everything about the tape and how you died 7 days after watching it. Intrigued and curious Amy began her hunt for he tape. Coincidently Aunt Wavin had left her DVD collection to Amy in the will, so the next day when it arrived at her doorstep she watched it.

After 2 hours exactly, Amy had not worked out how to work the DVD player and called a neighbour over. After 2 seconds exactly he had turned on the DVD player and ran out the house before she could "ask him to stay for tea".

"Balamory, Balamory, What's the story in Balamory wouldn't you like to know..." blasted from the speakers. Its slowed down and 3 pink Boobahs zoomed in towards the screen. The tape showed many more random parts of kid's Tv shows from Postman Pat to teletubbies. Mesmerized by the weird but entrancing clips, her eyes were glued to the screen. A Circle appeared on the screen. Suddenly, something that looked like red blood splattered in the circle. Writing appeared on the screen saying "messy time".

She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at such an obscure DVD. What did these clips represent? What did they mean? Was it just some weird, twisted joke?

The phone rang, making her jump from her deep thoughts. For a few moments, all you could hear was the deep breathing of something with a sore throat.
"Messy time in 7 days!" said a low, malicious voice.