Tattoo Tales: The Man Who Needed a Cover-Up at Midnight
- Feb 16
- 2 min read
Mabee Inked Archives: Tony’s Tattoo Truths & Tales
It was 11:47 PM when my phone rang. A number I didn’t recognize. I don’t usually answer that late, but something told me to pick up.
A man’s voice, frantic. “Can you do a cover-up? Tonight? I’ll pay anything.”
I should’ve said no. But his tone—it wasn’t just urgent. It was desperate.
Twenty minutes later, my shop door swung open. The guy looked like he’d seen a ghost—sweating, jittery, eyes darting like he was being followed. He shoved up his sleeve.
“Cover this.”
My stomach knotted.
It was a woman’s face.
A beautiful, hauntingly realistic face staring straight ahead, as if she were watching us. The ink was fresh, barely healed. But there was something off about it—her eyes. Too detailed. Too knowing.
I swallowed. “Who is she?”
He blinked. His mouth opened—then shut.
Finally, he muttered, “I don’t know.”
I frowned. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
His breath hitched. “I just woke up, and it was there.”
That’s when I noticed his hands. Trembling. Like he was barely keeping it together.
“She won’t stop looking at me,” he whispered. “No matter where I go.”
A chill ran down my spine.
I should’ve turned him away. Should have. But the fear in his voice was real.
I fired up my machine. “Let’s cover her up.”
I worked fast, laying down deep, heavy black ink. The whole time, I felt it—like eyes on my back. But every time I glanced up, the shop was empty. Except for us.
Finally, it was done. A dark, intricate cover-up, erasing her face forever.
He exhaled, relief flooding his expression. “Thank you,” he muttered, throwing cash on the table and bolting out the door.
I locked up right after. And for the first time in years, I felt uneasy being alone in my own shop. But here’s the thing.
The next morning, I checked my station. My ink bottles. My machine. My gloves.
And there—staring up at me from a discarded paper towel—was her face.
Perfectly imprinted in fresh black ink.
I threw it away. 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? Drop 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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