Tattoo Tales: The Man Who Needed a Cover-Up at Midnight
- Feb 16, 2025
- 2 min read
Updated: May 7
Mabee Inked Archives: Tony’s Tattoo Truths & Tales
It was 11:47 PM when my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar. I usually ignore calls at that hour, but something urged me to answer.
A frantic voice emerged. “Can you do a cover-up? Tonight? I’ll pay anything.” I should have turned him down. However, his tone was not just urgent; it was desperate.
The Urgent Client
Twenty minutes later, my shop door swung open. The man who entered looked like a ghost. He was sweating and jittery, his eyes darting around as if he were being followed. He quickly pushed up his sleeve.
“Cover this.”
My stomach knotted.
It was a woman’s face.
A beautiful, hauntingly realistic face stared straight ahead as if watching us. The ink was fresh, barely healed. But there was something unsettling—her eyes were too detailed and too knowing.
I swallowed hard. “Who is she?” I asked.
He blinked, then opened his mouth but quickly shut it again. Finally, he muttered, “I don’t know.”
The Mysterious Tattoo
I frowned and probed, “What do you mean you don’t know?” His breathing became ragged. “I just woke up, and it was there.”
That’s when I noticed his hands. They were trembling. It was as if he was barely holding it together.
“She won’t stop looking at me,” he whispered, eyes wide and terrified. “No matter where I go.”
A chill descended on my spine.
I should have turned him away. Should have. But the fear in his voice was too real.
I fired up my machine. “Let’s cover her up.”
I worked quickly, laying down deep, heavy black ink. All the while, I felt it—eyes on my back. But each time I glanced up, the shop was empty. Except for us.
Finally, it was complete. I had created a dark and intricate cover-up that would erase her face forever.
The Unexpected Aftermath
He exhaled deeply, relief washing over him. “Thank you,” he muttered, tossing cash on the table as he bolted out the door.
I locked up right after. For the first time in years, unease settled within me as I was left alone in my shop. But here's the eerie twist.
The Haunting Discovery
The next morning, I returned to my station. I checked my ink bottles, my machine, and my gloves. And there it was—a face, staring up at me from a discarded paper towel.
Perfectly imprinted in fresh black ink.
I threw it away quickly, but I swear, some nights… I still feel her watching.
What do you think? Was he just paranoid? Or did something follow him into my shop? Leave your thoughts below!
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Poll Time! Would you still get a random tattoo if you couldn’t remember getting it?
😈 Hell yes, I’d embrace the mystery.
😳 Nope, I’d be at the nearest church.
🤔 Maybe, if it wasn’t creepy as hell.
Drop your vote in the comments below!
Until the next crazy session, keep your ink meaningful… or haunted.
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