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Disclaimer: I am not Haim Saban, nor do I claim to be. TJ is not my inventions. This fanfic was written just so I can now proudly state that I have written the world's shortest Power Ranger fanfic. This is also a gruesome creepy little tale that I guarantee will stick in your head for the rest of the night at least. I heard a version in Urban Folklore and it gave me nightmares. That's why I have included so many spaces between the title and the story itself. You still have time to hit the back button before you read it, and this story is such a fast read, you'll be finished before the horror even hits you. I refuse to be held responsible for any nightmares, et cetera, that result from reading this. Also, The title is very non-descript and serves no purpose. It is courtesy of my creative writing professor, Professor Steele, who said you should always use this title when you can't think of something decent. Also again, this disclaimer is MUCH longer than the actual fic.

Pancreas
by Jeremy Ray Logsdon

"Good boy," TJ said, petting his old dog on the head. The old dog licked his hand, whimpering happily. TJ then turned off his lamp and went to sleep.

~*~


When TJ woke up, the first thing he realized was a horrible smell. He then looked at the foot of his bed, and found that his faithful old dog had been killed. Written on the wall beside his bed in his dog's blood were the words, "I can lick your hands too."

End