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Sep 13, 2011 | 10:12 PM EDT
  • Daily 4th Place September 15, 2011

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This one is best with your volume up. The words to the narration are below:

My dear father died in a faraway war
Left Mother and I quite without hope
We used our last pennies to leave our fine city
And away to a house on a farm.
And on this farm, on the thorniest edge
Stood an ash tree as old as the earth
With branches so gnarled and twisted and black
That my every bone cried out to climb
"But no! Oh no!" said our funny old neighbor
Wringing her hands like two rags
"Don't you go near it, young Miss Eliza
For her roots are bad all the way down."
I thought it silly but did as she told
Until Mother went missing one eve
So sad had she been that I feared the worst
And went down to the old ash tree
And now here I stand but here there is nothing
Naught but a flowering weed
But the breeze, I could swear, carries upon it
The scent of my mother's perfume
Yes, the wind, I declare, does carry upon it
The scent of my mother's perfume

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09CArventos09CArventos

Rated 3.5 / 5 stars September 14, 2011

Oh my.................................

Now that has the potential to become a truely terrifying horror film.


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supernerd1103supernerd1103

Rated 3.5 / 5 stars September 14, 2011

Ghastly

However the whispering is a little unintelligible and slightly irritating.


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WhysomangryWhysomangry

Rated 2.5 / 5 stars September 14, 2011

This was pretty bad.

and not in a good way, the animation was bad, the voice sounded like a highschool smoker whispering and the people where totally devoid of any emotion.

nice try at trying to be any sort of scary.



markwort1markwort1

Rated 3.5 / 5 stars September 14, 2011

meh

whispering was annoying...period.

lol i said period



littleporkchop1littleporkchop1

Rated 5 / 5 stars September 14, 2011

Awesome

I fucking loved it! When I was little about 3 years old, I told this exact same story to my pre-school teacher, she brought me to a room and called in my mother, she consistently told my mother I was an evil child and that I must be destroyed, and I was a damned spawn of Satan himself. I then started laughing dementedly, and she screamed and she told my mother that this was proof! I instantly stopped laughing and said "You're a retard."