They were all college students and around the camp fire told horror stories as night started to fall, it was a cough behind them that startled them and they all jumped up.
A tall man, with dark eyes stared at them and smiled and then he spoke.
"Jeff Reed, Susan Maryland, Paul Harris, Lisa Scott, Bob Lomax, Beth Davis....time to play a game".
A strangely lit path appeared under their feet, the camp had vanished.
"Just follow and stay on the path, fall off it and......." the man laughed.
"Right you mother, I'm gonna...." Jeff, built like a quarterback came off the path to
punch this strange man, but dead arms appeared out of the ground and dragged him
down, screaming until the soil covered his face.
"I am the Triman, anymore stupidity and you all DIE" the man said.
The others were in shock, too scared to scream and just started travelling along the strange path.
Suddenly bats flew past Beth, a pretty girl with blond hair and she screamed and jumped back.
She was off the path and the bats completely covered her, only one arm could be seen in the mass of bats and as they flew away only that bloodied arm was left.
This was enough for Susan, Paul and Lisa who ran into the woods but a pack of wolves attacked and tore them apart, only Bob remained on the path.
He continued walked, uncertain for how long and ahead of him the path was no more, he seemed relieved he had beaten the Triman.
"Oh you made it, that means you can go" growled the Triman.
Bob walked into the woods ahead of him, hoping to find a way to safety.
"Oh dear, I never said you could leave the path...tut tut...and you did so well" grinned the Triman.
"No, I won, I won" screamed Bob.
Just as a tree branch whipped around and ripped his head from his shoulders.
The Triman turns around, he sees you reading this story and is grinning and beckoning with one finger at you.
"Would you like to play a game "? he says.
6: Triman: The Temple
been delivered to Tibet three days ago.
If they succeeded, then the horror of the Triman would be no more, they were ready for any tricks this creature would play against them, they were certain they would not be fooled.
The challenge mentioned a decayed temple, all they had to do was walk through the front door and leave through the black door.
The temple was actually a mile long but both monks knew the risks, but to destroy this evil they were prepared for what would be in store.
The Triman was known to them, a creature that was able to take on three forms, that of a man, a werewolf and a demonic dwarf, a creature hated by both Heaven and Hell.
They entered the temple, the only light came from the holes in the ruined walls, the
rats did not deter them for they had placed themselves at peace with their minds.
Suddeny a tap on the shoulder forced one monk to break concentration, he turned and saw the dwarf grinning at him.
"Boo" said the Triman.
The other monk can continued walking, oblivious that his friend had been distracted, and the monk began to feel fear.
He backed slowly away from the Triman, more fear filled him, he slipped and fell and
instantly rats covered him.
He sceamed as they tore at his eyes, he could feel a thosand teeth devour his flesh and then he felt nothing.
"One to go" smiled the Triman.
The second monk walked past decayed bodies, strange horrific creatures and blood that dripped over him from the ceiling.
None of this could deter him as he continued his way towards the exit, he now knew his friend must had fallen to the Triman.
At last he reached the door, the dwarf stood at the other side.
"You made it, just walk through the door" the Triman said.
The monk would not, he was unsure what would happen if he did, because he could not
trust this creature.
For twenty minutes the monk stood inside the exit, watching the Triman, waiting to see what would happen.
"Oh well, times up" grinned the dwarf.
Suddenly the exit was no more, rocks blocked it, the monk knew he had been tricked, if only he had been brave enough to just walk through the door.
He knew the front entrance too would be blocked, he could hear the rats scuttling in the darkness behind hin, and could not help but scream as they reached him and began to feed.
The triman turns, he can see you the reader, he is grinning as he watches you.
"If only he was brave, he would have won....you could win....do you want to play a game?" he
says.
7: Triman: The Mirror
Jason Harley had bought an antique mirror, full body size with gold goblins all around
it.
He collected Gothic designs and this had just grabbed his eye and he had to have it.
In his sixty four years of age he had never been one to take a refusal lightly and had hired some heavy handed colleagues to persuade the owner to part with the mirror for a price.
He had received a card from unknown sources, asking if he wanted to play a game and find the real reflection within the mirror, Jason just assumed someone was playing a trick.
The card had been signed simply, "Triman".
He admired his reflection but he saw a strange sight, a strange looking demonic like dwarf was standing with his image, but as Jason looked around him there was nothing there, just that reflection within the mirror.
Jason looked closer, studying this strange reflection, he must have been drinking whiskey for how could there be a reflection of something not there?
The dwarf actually spoke "Do not touch to play our game", it said.
Jason put his hand to the reflection of the dwarf and all of a sudden found he could not pull his hand away, it was stuck and started sinking into the mirror.
Jason tried to use his other hand to pull himself free and that too began to sink into the mirror.
Jason could feel intense pain as he was dragged into the mirror and at last faced the dwarf that was now grinning at him.
"Told you not to touch, you lose and I get your soul...bye bye" said the dwarf.
"Oh, and you can call me the Triman" the dwarf spoke as Jason suddenly burst into flame and as he screamed his flesh just fell away into ash and then he was gone.
The Triman turns and looks out the mirror as if he is looking at you, the reader.
As if he can see you reading these very words and then he asks one question.
"Do you want to play a game" ? he says.
8: Triman: The Beginning
Long ago a Demon approached Lucifer, offering him the chance to have revenge against
Heaven, a game that would be like a war and the winner would rule both Heaven
and Hell.
The Demon was the Triman and he had only one request, if Lucifer won then the Triman wanted Hell, but if Lucifer lost then Earth would belong to the Triman to play games of evil.
But the Triman offered the same conditions to Heaven, and both sides believed that they could at last have victory against each other.
For a Millennium they fought until they realised no side could win this game of war and that they had been tricked by something so evil that Lucifer feared him.
The Triman had to win and both Heaven and Hell were forced to let him have Earth to play his wicked games, no other Angel or Demon were allowed to confront him or it would mean the Triman would have to rule Hell and no one wanted that.
The only thing both sides did was to let mankind believe it was a fictional Demon in horror stories for they could not allow this Dwarf the victory of being able to stay in the real world.
So he has to exist in the imagination, but it does not stop him collecting souls in the games
he plays and makes sure he wins, because his dice are loaded and only he can
win.
It only takes one winner to destroy him but who can play with something that beat the Devil, and the Angels?
He has three forms, a human form, a form of a werewolf and his own form of an evil Dwarf.
Do you dare to believe he does not exist.?
He is that fear of the dark, the trickster who taught the norse God of evil, Loki how to cause mayhem. But even those Gods fell to the games of the Triman.
Can you hear him behind you? That shiver down your spine and he watches you and you glimpse him from the corner of your eye. You can almost hear him as he says:
"Do you want to play a game"?
copyright Chris Smith
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