Triman Horror Stories (11 - 14)

Triman: Evil Lives

Geoffrey Richards did not understand how he came to be in this strange house out in nowhere.

He had just appeared here, one minute he was going through his office door and then the next minute he was in this strange place with an evil looking dwarf for company.

In an empty room of bear floorboards and walls with damp and mould, no window but just one door.

The dwarf offered to play a game, all Geoffrey had to do was go through the door and walk fourty feet.

It sounded easy, all he had to do was close his eyes and just walk ahead.

Geoffrey knew if he won he could have anything he desired, but if he lost then he would forfeit his soul.

The only catch was an eggtimer that would count down one hour only, Geoffrey was determined to win.

Geoffrey agreed and then he stepped through the door.

He was on a small ledge, only a thin wire stretched across the another small ledge, Geoffrey would have to cross the wire.

Thirty feet below was a room full of sharp and jaggered glass, somehow Geoffrey had to get across in less than an hour.

Geoffrey tried to balance and cross by walking on the wire but he slipped and fell, he grabbed hold of the wire and felt it cut into his hands.

Inch by inch he slowly pulled himself across, dangling high above the jaggered glass.

The agony as the wire cut into his hands was unbearable, he could feel the blood running down his arms as inch by painful inch he moved across.

Geoffrey was only six inches away and for the first time he felt he was going to make it, this horror would soon be over.

He looked up and on the ledge was the dwarf, grinning down at him.

"Oh dear, time is up" the dwarf said.

"Please...." Geoffrey cried up.

"You should know better than to play games with the Triman" said the dwarf and Geoffrey could see a large pair of wire cutters in the hands of the Triman.

The Triman place the index finger of Geoffreys right hand between the blades, and SNIP...one finger was cut off.

Geoffrey screamed in agony, letting go of the wire with his right hand.
Pain shot through him put he hung there by his left hand.

The wire cutters moved to his thumb of his left hand.

"Oh no.......please no" Geoffrey cried.

But SNIP.....his thumb was cut off and Geoffrey let go of the wire in pain.

He fell, screamimg, right onto the jaggered glass and a thousand stabs of intense pain greeted him.

Geoffrey still lived, he could not move but he could the crunching of glass from the boots of the Triman and knew the dwarf was coming for him.

The bleeding body of Geoffrey had no time to scream as the Trimam rubbed one boot across Geoffreys throat, the glass that had stuck to the boot sole slicing through his neck.

Geoffrey died choking on his blood, wishing he never agreed to play the damned game.

The Triman turns to walk away but he looks back, he can see you, the reader.

He puts his hands on his hips and gives an evil smile.

It is as he can see you through these words.

"Nice to see you again" he says.

"Would you like to play a game?".

Triman: Bedtime Stories
Lewis James was only four years old and it was bed time, he was scared and he knew his father was angry even though his father did not show he was angry.

Lewis felt silly. he knew monsters did not live under beds but this was different, he just wish he could tell his father but he knew he was not allowed.

"Lewis, there are no monsters...none in your toy cupboard" his father said as he crossed and opened the empty cupboard that just showed teddy bears, toy buses and action figures.

"I'm going to look under your bed and prove nothing..." his father began to say.

Lewis began to cry, that ended up as a high pitch wail which stopped his father, his father had not expected this and he softened towards his son.

"Lewis, tell me what's wrong" he said.

"I'm not allowed to tell you, he said it would be against the game" Lewis blubbered, wiping his nose in his In The Night Garden PJ's.

His father looked confused, he stroked his son's head and was slightly concerned, but Lewis was not hot with any fever and he looked terrified.

"He's under the bed" Lewis sobbed.

His father smiled, "I am not scared of monsters, I will show you".

His father got on his knees and peered under Lewis's bed, and suddenly something gripped him and dragged him under.

His father had no time to scream and a gushing of blood sprayed out over the bedroom room wall.

A dwarf appeard from beneath the bed and smiled with with jagged sharp pointed teeth, he waved a finger as a sign to say "no, no, no".

Lewis began to cry as the Triman spoke "You knew you must not tell....that was the game, tut tut".

Suddenly the bottom jaw of the Triman grew, about five foot and swallowed Lewis whole from his bed.

The Triman returned to normal and wiped the corner of his mother, "Tasty" he said.

He turns to go but suddenly looks back, he speaks. "Oh hello again, I didn't see you there for a moment, I hope you like reading and I wonder....".

He grins and then says, "Would you like to play a game" ?

Triman: Unlucky For Some
There is this new TV show, it's fantastic and I've told all my friends but they've never seen it and saying I'm making it all up.

I've even tried invited them to come and watch it but it never seems to be on, nor does it appear anywhere in any TV listing....not even on the Web.

In truth, It just doesn't seem to exist so I must have hit lucky and discovered a new horror series still in the making.

The Triman Horror Stories is the name and I'm just addicted to it.

The Triman never looses, he wins by always cheating in the most horrific ways.

He's killed by coming out of computer screens, made one victim jump into quicksand, outwitted Angels and Demons and even torn up a hunter when the Triman turned into a werewolf.

I'm now turning on to watch the 13th episode and it begins with some guy sitting watching TV in his armchair.

I smile as the Triman appears behind him and....... wait a minute, that's me on the TV.

My room, my furniture.....this is impossible.

I'm too scared to turn around and look, and I feel my blood turn cold as I hear a voice from behind me.

It says............

"Do you want to play a game"?


Triman: Final Game
Once before three men had tried to hunt the Triman, only to fail as the demon had the upper hand.

And like before, one of the men wore a mask but these men were determined that they would win, this time the mask held a secret that could be used against the Triman.

Peter Duncan was six foot three, bald and aged 53, he had lost his son who had been with friends to this demon.

Larry Horner was built like an American football player, he had seen his Uncle left paralysed for life and had learnt it was due to a draw from a game of chess with the Triman.

The masked man was a mystery but he knew the Triman well and had led these men to the hidden Manz Mansion, home of the Triman, it was never found in the same place twice on Earth and this time was discovered deep in the Amazon.

They entered the mansion and dodged various risks such as a Wolf skin rug that suddenly came alive and a suit of armour that also sprung to life.

Peter Duncan was the first to die as they walked up stairs with a carpet the colour of blood, he had been behind the others as they had reached the top floor and the stairs had suddenly became a slope.

As he slid down the downstairs floor had opened up and he had fell into a pit of spikes, impailed and dying in agony.

The final two men split up and decided to check the rooms, Larry had entered a bare room which contained not one object but the door was locked as he tried to leave.

Suddenly two walls started moving towards each other and Larry could do nothhing as he was crushed to death, feeling his insides coming out of his mouth.

The final masked man entered a room full of pictures and realised they were the souls of the victims of the Triman, also in the room, sitting on a chair of pure Gold sat a be-raggered Dwarf that was smiling with jaggered and pointed teeth.

"I've already played this game, I wore the mask last time.....did you think it would win" ? said the Triman as he raised from the chair.

The masked man never spoke but took out a rifle from the back pack he carried and aimed it at the Dwarf.

"Go ahead and shoot, I have no fear of any kind of bullets, even silver or holy water" laughed the Triman and spread his arms wide.

The masked man fired and for the first time the Triman felt pain as the bullet hit him in the stomach and felt blood seep from the wound.

"Impossible" gasped the Triman as he felt the pain running through his body.

This is when the masked man unmasked, his face badly scarred with no eyelids, his lips cracked and he looked with intense hatred at the injured dwarf before firing and emptying the rifle into the body of the Triman.

The Triman sank to his knees, blood pouring from the gun shots and gasped, "Who are you" ?.

The man grinned and spoke in a voice like gravel, a voice etched in pain.

" You thought me dead in that Temple, it took my fellow monks three days to dig me out but the rats had fed on my body and left me scarred and bleeding but I refused to die as I healed" he said.

"I knew as a survivor I had the power to harm you as you had failed in that game to claim my soul". he continued and drew out a long cutlass from a shealth behind him.

" Mercy" was the last word whispered by the Triman as the cutlass decapitated his head from his body.

One by one, the pictures that adorned the walls of the room began to fade as the souls of the dead were released and set free to go to Heaven or even Hell.

The scarred monk cleaned the blade on the body of the Triman and opened the door to leave.

But he froze as he heard a faint whisper of seven words, he spurn around and the body of the Triman was gone.

The scarred monk realised he would have to hunt anew for this demon that took the form of a dwarf, werewolf or man was not called three times evil for that reason.

It was because he had to be beaten three times and would be back to gather new souls once again, needing to be stopped twice more.

This time the Triman had an enemy able to hurt him, the scarred monk.

He left Manz Mansion, seven words in his head.

"I will return to play once again" had been those words.




THE END for now.


copyright Chris Smith

Reviews

[Twizzy Leon]

Those were very good even for a young writer like me. I kept lookin behind me as I read for a little man. lol. If there were more writers like you. Thanks!