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Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist Part 1

  • Feb 23
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Mabee Inked Archives: Tony’s Tattoo Truths & Tales


Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist  Part 1
Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist Part 1


Some clients bring in wild requests. Some bring regrets. And some? Some bring something that shouldn’t be possible.


He walked in just before closing—a quiet man in his late 40s, a little pale, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He slid a folded paper across the counter without a word.

I opened it. A design I had never seen before.

Intricate, sharp, twisting lines, weaving together in a pattern that looked… wrong. Something about it made my stomach tighten.

“Where’d you get this?” I asked.


He hesitated. “It’s been in my family for generations.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What does it mean?”

He looked at me dead in the eye. “It has to be exact. Every line. Every mark. No mistakes.”

A shiver ran down my spine. I should’ve said no. I should have.

But I didn’t.

I stenciled it on, laid out my machine, and got to work. And from the second the needle hit his skin, something felt off.


Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist  Part 1
Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist Part 1

The ink wouldn’t sit right. The lines blurred at the edges no matter how steady my hand was. The deeper I worked, the more the air in the shop felt… heavy.

Halfway through, I noticed something strange. The ink was moving.

Not spreading. Not bleeding. Shifting.

I wiped it down, blinking hard. No way. No way I was seeing this. But there it was—the lines weren’t where I had put them.

The man didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Just sat there, silent.

And then he spoke. Soft. Almost a whisper. “It’s waking up.”

I turned cold.



Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist  Part 1
Tattoo Tales: The Ink That Shouldn’t Exist Part 1


“Excuse me?” I asked, my voice tighter than I liked.

He smiled. Not a happy smile. A knowing one.

“You should finish,” he said. “Before it notices you.”

I don’t know why, but my hands kept working. Like I wasn’t in control anymore. Like something else had taken over.

The moment I laid the final line, he exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath for hours.

I wiped away the excess ink. The tattoo was done.

And as I looked at it, I swear to God… it blinked.


To be continued…


Look for part two next week! Till then, stay tuned!


Would you finish a tattoo if you saw the ink moving? What do you think is happening here? Drop your thoughts below!

Poll Time! Would you keep tattooing if something supernatural started happening?

  • 😈 Hell yes, I’d see it through.

  • 😳 Nope, I’d run for the hills.

  • 🤔 Maybe, if I was getting paid extra.

Drop your vote in the comments below!

Until the next crazy session, keep your ink meaningful… or cursed.

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