The Gods of Ghost River

“Those eyes staring back at me. They know me. I don’t want them to know me…”

Alone in the oppressive desert night, ancient things stir, unearthly, bound by blood. Disconnected from the civilized world, Riley finds himself propelled into a realm of shadows. Does he trust his perception or is this a nightmare born of the deepest folds of his mind?

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A Testament of Blood

a short folk horror story

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In the chill of the salt-laden air, a figure obscured herself in the dim reaches of the burn. She gazed out across the darkening loch, to the village of Torrin, which sat sleepy and still, weighted by the damp. Lingering in silence, she anticipated the rise of the baleful moon and the terrors that would surely follow in its wake.

I paint my own book covers for all of my stories! This is (most of) the time lapse for my most recent piece I made for my short story A Testament of Blood (Read It Here) I wrote for spooky season!

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"That compulsive feeling tingling at the base of my neck, I gaze back… enormous wide piercing silver eyes loom, the man with dreads sits kneeling, wrists snapped and dangling, but raised like some kind of twisted, woeful prayer, as though venerating the monstrosity in the darkness."

- The Gods of Ghost River

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“Don’t let me fade…” I plead… to her, maybe. Or maybe, it’s an appeal to the universe itself.

- The Gods of Ghost River

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(original art by Chenoa Ellinghaus)

Medium: Digital Painting (Procreate) Copyright © 2022 Chenoa Ellinghaus - Split Mountain Studios

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(original art by Chenoa Ellinghaus)

Medium: Digital Painting (Procreate) Copyright © 2022 Chenoa Ellinghaus - Split Mountain Studios

Prints Sold Here!

"A falling stone from atop of the great rock formations draws my attention. I look. I see it. A monstrous shape in the blackness above me, silhouetted against the galactic sky. Disturbing wide luminous orbs, silver disks akin to the setting moonlight. Violent eyes. It glares at me through the dimness."

"An eerie feeling hits, I’m being surveyed, not the stars, not the ancestors. A primal ping of adrenaline hits me, like a rabbit stalked by something ravenous. The gloom of the titanic sandstone pillars of Packer’s Gate close around me as the lizard eye moon dips towards the horizon."