Jamie was so excited. For ages she had been wanting to explore the garden. It seemed mysterious, adventurous and overgrown with weeds and spreading vines. She always seemed to be moving houses. The garden was always her favourite place and this house had a wild garden.

She grabbed her boots and ran outside. There were so many paths. She decided to take the one which was the most overgrown. The path was lined with enormous, old oak and willow trees and long strangulating vines spreading like a disease. Walking through like an alien in a new land, Jamie was seeing things she'd never seen before.

The garden never seemed to end. When thinking of turning back she caught a glimpse of an old building. Brushing the leaves from an old oak tree to clear her view, the rusty, crumbling down shed became clear and she could see that the window was smashed.

The door was locked. She reached in the window making sure not to cut herself and opened the door. Inside it seemed to be some sort of factory. A mouldy smell hit her nose making her gulp and cover her mouth with her hands. Walking in between the rusty run down machines, she cut herself.

Looking down to see a drop of blood, she realised she'd hurt herself more than she'd thought. But when she looked down at the wound, it was simply a graze. Her stomach turned, as she realised the blood was not hers. A trail of blood, still wet, leading to a twisted carcass lying on the cold stone floor stared up at her with lifeless eyes. Her legs were like jelly, paralysed with fear collapsing with no control. She sat there on the ground. Not screaming, not moving just staring. Time had no meaning. She sat there till her mind could accept what had happened.

Finally, she got up. Not being able to think straight, she walked out of the shed. She walked back to the house very slowly. All of her strength was drained from her body, noticing for the first time the freshly made footprints much larger than her own.

Her step father came into her mind. She was so ashamed of herself, but tried to dismiss the thought. But she knew her step father was a gangster even her mother seemed to know. Her mother lived in a world of her own and didn't want to believe anything against him. But what could she do? She was trapped in a way. She never seemed to know what was going on, or did she? She had always wished to know her mother better, but she didn't think anyone will ever find who she really was.

Could this be her step fathers doing? He had never been nice to Jamie, but was he really that bad. Could he take someone else's life and call it his job?

"Where have you been?" As soon as she stepped through the doorway she was confronted with this demand for an answer. Struck with such a question from her stepfather she did the worst thing, nothing and ran to her room. Her poor trembling body hid under the blanket of the bed trying to forget everything that had happened.

Her father knocked on the door trying to control his anger. "Jamie where have you been."

At dinner, they all sat at the long, cedarwood varnished table, surrounded by priceless antiques, but only her father's glare could she see. The pure madness controlled his eyes aimed at Jamie. Sickness engulfed her body. Looking up at her stepfather his eyes were those of the dead man. No love, no pain, pure madman. This was no human, this was a body with no soul.

In bed Jamie wasn't sleeping, instead thinking of everything that had happened. She knew she was not safe. Something in the future lay waiting for her. A dark and painful thing, waiting to reveal itself. Jamie already knew what it was. She knew her father would be back.

The door clicked open and her whole body tensed with fear. Possibilities flooded her mind. Her head pounded so painfully, she closed her eyes and waited. Footsteps came into the room, clenching her fists so tight her nails gouged into her palms. Panic took over and hot flushes ran like a river up and down her trembling body. She heard another click, but it was the door. Searching her mind for an answer, she opened her eyes to find a gun aimed at her scull. This was it - the end, the dead man's eyes were hers.

Her father was dead. Six shots in the back, each time his body was thrust into the air. The look of horror tattooed on his face as the blood sprayed on to the wall and stained my face. Death choked his body and life was torn away from him.

The shadow in the doorway moved forward into the light of her bedroom lamp. A tall, slender frail woman stood with a gun in her hand. It was her mother. She walked over dropping the gun on the floor and hugged Jamie. It seemed like she knew her mother more now than ever before. She looked down at her stepfather and the stain of blood forming a circle surrounding him and the bloody wounds in his back. There was nothing left of him. He was infinity. He had the dead man's eyes.