Previously, the only kids who got to watch a film in the main hall were the big ones going to secondary school the next September. So when we were told we were watching a film that afternoon, we reckoned it was the sex-education one we had been discussing since moving from infants to juniors (specifically discussing if there were willies in it or not). But it wasn't. It was a farm safety film, the action cutting between between a bunch of Children’s Film Foundation types playing hide-and-seek on a farm, and a crying mum making a party tea. Except the playing kids all died one by one (one drank weedkiller by accident, one drowned in silage, one got run over by a tractor) and mum was getting ready for a wake. It put us all right off willies.

We saw this video in rural Somerset and there was a rumour that there was an urban version which took place on a building site. We asked the teacher if he could get hold of it, but I don't think he wanted to encourage us.

Apaches ended with a scene where the last kid to die attended his own funeral in spirit form. The added to the fear of the farmyard the less tangible, but more nightmare inducing, fear of a strange and infinite afterlife where you specifically haunted the dung stinking back stairs of your family farmhouse intoning 'I wish I was there, oh yes, I wish I was there' like a phantom from Scooby Doo.

I have seen the Building site version mentioned above. Can't remember much about it apart from a shoe with a bit of foot in it. Scary.

Take a look over here if you want to get hold of this and other scary-sounding safety information films.

Why not get the family round to watch the vaguely-titled "I think I need to use an isotope?" Or baffle at the rather gay "Don't tell the lads" and "Mind your back!"

We were shown the building site version of this film at our primary school. A small boy ran onto a building site after his dog, and was killed in several gory ways. He was being watched by a couple of speccy kids in a spaceship, who would bring him back to life after each death. Of particular note is his death after being run over by a truck; "time is money to these machines" declares the narrator, implying that it isn't that they won't see you - they just won't care.

I was scarred for life by this bastard film.