Triman Horror Stories (1 - 4)

Tales to scare you featuring The Trian.

1: Triman

Jacob Harrow received a very strange e-mail, did he want to play a game?

All he really had was one name to go on, The Triman and his search brought up a fictional creature that was either a dwarf, man or werewolf.

He had no clue what to do to play this so called game, and there was no information on Triman, only pictures.

Suddenly he got a second e-mail from the mysterious Mister Namirt, "all you have to do is find me, or I take your soul" it said.

Jacob laughed, "what a load of rubbish !" and  shut down his computer.

The screen shattered from the inside and two hairy arms reached out and grabbed him, the jaggered edges of the broken screen cutting his throat.

Jacob was dead, but two red eyes are looking out from the broken screen, as if they can see you reading these words.

"Do you want to play a game" ?

 

2: Triman Returns

John Jacks was driving home, he was a photographer, he took pictures of mostly models and made a lot of money form it.

He always drove the country roads at night, he wasn't a pleasant man, he used people to get where he was in this life and he didn't care if he used the models and left them when he had his fill.

He was thirty two, with blond hair, grey eyes and he knew women found him good looking, which he used to his advantage.

But a mist had come up from nowhere, he couldn't see a thing through the windscreen, and he knew he would have to stop...to get out of the car and have a look .

he grumbled, opened the door and stepped out, then walked no more than six paces up the country road just to see if this mist would lift.

Suddenly the mist was gone, but so was his car, he was in a large field surrounded by trees with a stream going all around.

The stream was about four foot in width across, with a small mud bank.

"Ahem!" came a rough sound from behind him, he turned to face a four foot dwarf with pointed eyes, dressed in rags.

The dwarf had red glowing eyes, and when it smiled showed a row of pointed sharp fangs.

"hello, I am the Triman, do you want to play a game?" he said to John.

"What the hell is going on?, where am I you little s**t" John yelled, going forward to grab hold of the Dwarf.

Suddenly the dwarf changed, turning into a hulking nine foot wolf like creature, John felt himself urinate his pants and he backed away.

The creature once again turned into the dwarf and said "Jump the stream and you are free to go, if you fall in the stream then your soul is mine".

John smiled, he could easily clear the stream so took a run and jumped, going across the stream.

But as he landed on the other side he sank down to his waist and continued to sink.

"Oops, I forgot to mention the extra two foot of quicksand" said the Triman giggling.

John only had his head left, "You bas..." but it was too late as his head disappeared into the quicksand and he was gone.

Now the Triman seems to be looking out, as if he can see from theses words and who is reading them.

It is as if he can see out and see you, see through these very words, and then speaks, as if he is talking to you my reader.

"Would you like to play a game? " he says.

 

3: Triman Horror

Four men had only one task, to find and destroy the evil creature that was called the Triman, all four had had dwellings with this demon in some way.

Mister Namirt was forced to wear an iron mask, where his flesh of his face had melted while playing one of the Dwarfs' games, but he had suvived and escaped.

Richard Stevens had lost his son, to the creature, his son had died in an unknown explosion but he had found out the truth.

Both Stephen Pedron and Mark Lewis had lost their wives to this demon, both women had died in horrible ways.

They faced a large mansion, it stood somewhere high in the Andes, hidden away and would have been impossible to find but Mister Namirt had been here before.

Some dead trees surronded the mansion and large iron gates stood before them, they stepped forward ready to open these gates and destroy the creature by finding the secret.

A secret that lay in the mansion, Mister Namirt had discovered it when he faced the creature, but the horrors he had faced had made him forget, this time there was four of them.

Suddenly three iron railings in the gate moved and came free, suspended in mid air and Stephen Pedron ran as they suddenly flew at him.

He zig zagged away but they followed him at speed and as he went to run past one of the dead trees, a railing pierced through his spine, through his stomach and pinned him to the tree.

The second railing went through the back of his neck and out through his mouth, he could not scream as he felt blood fill his throat.

The third railing stabbed through his rectum and out of his scrotum, he died unable to scream out in pain.

The three suvivors entered to now open gate and entered through the open door into a huge hall.

Two doors faced them, the same words were etched in them "Would you like to play a game" were the words.

They entered through one door and all that was in a small room was a wolf rug and another door.

Mister Namirt and Richard went through this second door but it slammed shut on mark, and at the same time the door they had entered firstly also slammed.

Suddeny the rug changed into a wolf, five foot high which opened a large mouth filled with fangs and closed it over Marks' head.

One bite decapitated Mark, where it once became just a rug and the head of Mark plopped out of the mouth.

"Have you worked out the secret"? Mister Namirt said to Richard, hey were alone in a room devoid of all furniture with red walls.

"How could I?, only you knew it" Richard shouted.

Mister Namirt began to laugh and unclipped and took of the mask.

He had pale white skin, his eyes were all black with no pupils, his eyes seemed to be blacker than black and almost glowed.

He had long flowing black hair and he had the presence of pure evil.

"You really should have spelt my name...backwards, dear Richard".

"F*****g Triman...namirt, so bloody obvious" Richard screamed and jumped at the Triman.

The Triman grabbed Richards face which began to melt, the flesh blistering and peeling away, eyes popping until only the skull remained.

"Triman, three times evil, three forms..oh dear you all lost the game" the Triman said walking away, laughing.

But suddenly he turns and stares with those black eyes as if he is looking out through these words and he can see you, the reader.

"Would you like to play a game"? he says.

4: Triman: The Hunt

He was hunting, but he was a very unusually big game hunter for he had heard tales of a werewolf and had had an eerie letter challenging him to hunt the creature.

So what if it was a man he killed, he killed for the sheer sport of it and in these dark woods he knew he would track and kill the creature, it was what he lived for.

Then he saw it, it must have stood nine feet tall, a wolf standing up like a man just watching him.

Watching him with those dark eyes, he lifted his rifle, loaded with silver bullets and sighted down the barrel, took aim and fired.

The werewolf stood there, there was no way he could had missed, he fired again.

The creature began walking towards him so he emptied the last of the bullets which had no effect.

The creature now stood in front of him, his chest filled with red hot pain, he gasped for breath and then fell towards the ground...dead.

Suddenly the werewolf changed, into a strange dwarf that turned away and began walking into the woods, giggling as he went.

Suddenly he turns, as if he can see you reading these very words, he is grinning and then he says "would you like to play a game"?

 

copyright Chris Smith

 

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

It sounds to me like Freddy Kruger may have found himself a new gig.

[Judy Ponceby]

That is just creepy, the way you have him look at the reader each time!! I loved it. Are there more?