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 shit" 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.