Ink Blot Test (fictional story) By Jessica Singleton
DeeDee and Eric were pulling up to an old building in their car. They had lived in Washington all their lives. Eric was an artist. He worked as a tattoo artist and DeeDee was a RN at the hospital. When their car pulled into the parking lot space, DeeDee turned the CD player off. It was her favorite CD, Garage Ink by Metallica.
The real estate agent looked like a bald hamster. His name was Carloezo, but he insisted that people call him Carl. Eric and DeeDee did not care what his name was, they were interested in buying a new building for Eric to tattoo in.
Eric had been working in a shop that was considered strip mall land. That means store front and higher cost to rent. You do not own that real estate. And the cost is not worth it. There is no parking in that part of the city. It is in to high of demand. So their customers not only cannot find them, they have to park a mile away and then walk to the tattoo shop.
DeeDee was the first to find the old abandon building. One day when she was driving home from work, she had taken a different rout home due to construction. When she was in the older blocks of down town, she saw the old building with the real estate for sale sign out side.
The building was cheap because it was considered a bad location. Which was ironic because the strip mall areas are considered prime location for any buyer. The reason is that everyone wants to be seen. Everyone goes down town to the shops that are still open. So it is like free advertising.
Anything in a part of town where no one had a reason to go, is considered bad and unsales worthy.
Most of the real estate in those parts of the world are abandon and are missing windows. In fact most of them have not been updated in over sixty years. They need so much love and care, the discount on the price tag does not weigh out the amount you'd spend just making it workable.
But it had great parking, and they were not opening up a restaurant. They did not need a full kitchen. They needed a place to tattoo and they needed a place that was open to the public. The last thing that would sale is a strip mall shop that has no room and no parking. You can't even see the shop from the road. It is blocked and its an eye sore when the shop is sandwiched into everything else. Plus traffic in that area is bad. There is no way to even pull in to where you can't park anyway.
When Eric got out of his side of the car, he was already looking around at the abandoned part of town. DeeDee was on her cell phone again. She was not looking up when Carl the hamster came over.
"So you all said this was going to be used for commercial property not reinvented home living. Cause I have to tell ya, I have seen how people want to buy old buildings and then live in them. This is not worth it. I know what you're thinking. Two young kids like you... This looks private and vintage. Well, let me tell you it is not."
"No we have out own house. We want this for business. I'm a tattoo artist. I have a few friends that will go in on it with us. We need a new shop. So they only want 200 thousand for it? That is a great price in big city. Can I ask why they did not want more. I mean it is a ten story building. That and it owns the lott next door. So that is like your own parking lot in down town. I am really surprised that it did not go in the millions."
"Well, I will be honest with you. This building was built in the early 1900's. It does not have a bathroom. You can have one put in. There is already pipes. Because it has a sink. It was used as a factory. The last owner died and over 50 years ago. So you will be the only person to want it. It just does not sell because of location. That and the building has it's own rumors of being haunted."
"Haunted?"
Eric laughs under his breath, before he clears his throat.
"Well, you know how crazies are. That is the only neighbors you will see around here. The usual homeless types. They say that they see stuff around here but they are old drunks with too much time on their hands. It is okay."
Eric looked like he did not care either way.
"Okay, so tell me about this factory."
"The factory was owned by a Mr. Williams. He was making a substance that would replace cloth. He made it out of chemicals. It was like looking a wall paper. It did not last. Anyway his employees were under paid and his daughter died in a accident around the building. He went belly up. After that, no one wanted the location. It was filled with all this big machinery and besides the world moved on. There was nothing around here. Most people do not want a fixer upper."
"Okay, I think I understand now. I already want it due to parking, but now I just love it. See I like crazies. and I love ghost stories."
"You like crazies?"
"Yeah, they are my business. They like tattoos. It is okay Carl, we really need the location. We are in a bad area."
"Okay that is fine. Let's go inside. I will give you a tour of the old girl."
DeeDee had walked up five minutes before but she was still on her cell phone. So she was not paying attention.
"Did you hear that hun? It has ghost. Carl here says that the building is haunted by Ghost....?"
"What? Oh I am talking to Shelly. I will be in there in a few. I am going back to the car. There is better reception."
"See Carl, I don't think my wife cares either. We'll go in and DeeDee will come in when she is ready."
They walked up to an old rusted iron fence and Carl unlocked it's hinges like it was to an old grave yard in some black and white movie. The old building was dark and colder inside. The floors in the building were packed dirt. Because when it was built, that is what the floors were made of. Just packed ground.
The building itself was sturdy and good. It did need new windows and some floors. It also needed electricity. Everything in the building was practically a wind up toy, that ran like some old wind up clock. You had to pump and grind the gears like driving an old train. Most of the machinery ran off of coal, fire and hard hand power.
The office had a neat old desk but other then that, and the rusted sink, the place was okay. No rats and no pest. Nothing they could eat.
The basement was filled with huge containers that were filled with strange liquids. Carl had this ugly watch on his wrist and he kept looking at it. He looked at that thing the way DeeDee looked at her cell phone.
The basement was actually considered the first floor, even though you walked into the floor above it from the outside world.
The top floor which should be the tenth floor was actually the 9th floor and the tenth floor. Because it was built with higher ceilings. Back in the late 1800's early 1900's if a room exceeded a certain amount of space, then it was considered two different rooms.
Carl started to jingle his keys like he was nervous and couldn't wait to get out of the building.
Eric was being nosey and he kept looking around.
DeeDee finally got off her cell phone and she decided to go inside. When she got into the building, Carl and Eric were on other levels.
She walked over to one of the old machines. She saw something brightly colored. It was a stuffed animal. DeeDee really did not collect stuffed animals. She was just curious. So she pulled it out from under the machine's belly.
It was a stuffed rabbit, but someone had put a plastic human face over its face. There was a rusted blood around the human face.
DeeDee lifted the plastic face and there was a child's face. It had been glued onto the head of the stuffed animal. It was real.
DeeDee screamed.
Eric and Carl came to her as fast as they could.
DeeDee saw them coming down the stairs and she had lost her breath.
She point and said a dead child is in that thing.
"I did not know. I am sorry. It is probably a prank. I will call the police. This is why I do not like showing this building."
Eric went over to DeeDee and he held her while Carl called the cops.
When the cops showed up they looked at what DeeDee saw.
It was not a dead body.
It was a prank.
The blood was from a dead dog that got ran over. The German Shep's body was in the closet.
The plastic faces were just that.
Kids and their Halloween pranks.
When the cops left, Carl turned to the young couple.
"So I guess you must have changed your mind about the sell?"
"No, Eric its okay."
Eric looked over at Carl and he said,
"Yeah its fine. It is not like there is a wild killer running around out there. I might laugh at this someday. Just not now. We can meet you at the bank and we can finish this."
"Great. I will go there now. and I will take a thirty minute break for lunch. Can you meet me there around one o'clock."
"Sure. No problem."
When DeeDee got into the car, Eric put in a CD called Black Celebration by Depeche Mode. He turned it to Sometimes. It would calm DeeDee.
They drove out of the back of the city.
When they got on the highway, Eric turned down the music
"You okay, Dee? I mean if you want out of this we can go somewhere else."
"No it just caught me off guard. I mean shit Eric, it looked like someone died. How would you react?"
"No I just don't want to make you buy something after you had a bad experience with it. I did not know how you'd feel about it. This is kind of sudden."
"Are you having second thoughts. I saw it needed a lot more. That must be why the price is so fair."
"It is great for what I want it for. I did not see it like that. To tell you the truth. Any building is going to need new electrical wires and all that stuff. We got lucky with this. I want it."
"Okay, then it is fine with me."
"Where do you want to eat lunch today?"
"We, can stop at a drive through. I just want a salad, with chicken in it. What are you getting?"
"I want a hamburger and fries. We can go to Burger King or McDonald's. They have what you want and what I want."
After lunch Eric drove them to the bank.
Three of his friends had to be there too.
They were all putting in something to buy the place that would be their new tattoo shop.
Bill was a tall man that Eric had known since the 7th grade in school. Bill was a smart guy who was a brilliant artist. He was a modern day Picasso. He lived in a condo with his girl friend Rachel. Bill's favorite thing to do was gaming. He had more video games then most women had shoes. In Bill's spare time, he liked to go to thrift stores in the city and look for old metal signs. Just vintage advertisements. That was his collection. His idols in the artist world ranged from Peter Gabriel to Paul Booth. If Bill was ask who the greatest rock band was he'd tell them The Who or Queen. But Peter Gabriel and Trent Reznor were took up the biggest space in his imports.
Stacey was a short guy with curly blond hair. He collected scary Asian Mask and Bruce Lee movies. Stacey had a cat named Prozac and a dog named Toes. Stacey's CD collection was a deck of everything The Who, The Police, The Cure, and Marilyn Manson. Stacey was into everything Asian and he also knew everything there was to know about Super Man comics. Stacey's art was hard to beat but he was shy about showing it off. His secret passion for scenes to paint were actually bodies of water with birds. Not as gothic as his apartment. Stacey's wife Scal was a waitress and part time stripper.
Henry was the all American boy. He was a boyscout when he was a kid. He like to be out doors. His musical interest were The DefTones, The Beastie Boys, Garth Brooks, Aerosmith, John Meloncamp, The Dave Mathews band, Willie Nelson, Johny Cash and Bruce Springsteen music. He like to read a lot. He loved John Grisim and Tom Clansey. Henry was married with two sons. He gamed a lot with them. His wife Sara was a secretary at a doctor's office. They lived in a modest brownstone. They had a dog named Kay and a lizard named R2. Henry was a big sifi fan and he loved anything Star Wars. Henry drove a jeep and he loved bbq ribs and baked potatoes.
Jimmy was a little scarey to most people who met him. He was pale in skin but he had a slight olive color to his skin. He was part Mexican and part Chineese. Jimmy loved New Order, Emigrat, and The Cure. His favorite band was Cradle of Filth and Marilyn Manson. He collected old circus stuff and ouija boards. He also had a collection of dolls. The dolls were Barbie dolls. They were from the 70's. Jimmy was silent and he did not talk much. He had dark piercing eyes and he liked to be left alone. But his art was exotic. It was like just perfect. His artist idols were a cross between Escher, Mark Ryden, John John Jesse, Luis Royo, William Flud, Henry Fuseli, and William Blake. Jimmy did not date much. He had a woman who would come around from time to time. Her name was Denessa. She was a tall black ballet teacher. She was older then him. They argued like an old married couple but they were lovers. Jimmy had a pet snake named princess and a cat named Snow White. Jimmy's mother had died in a car wreck when he was ten years old and his dad was a drunk who was not home until he had no other choice. Most of Jimmy's life he had been alone. He watched reruns on tv of mork and mindy and he drew. He did read, but most of his personal libray consisted of William Blake, De Sade, LoveCraft, and Edgar Allan Poe.
Everyone got to the bank within 20 minutes of each other. Carl was still messing with his watch. The more Eric looked at Carl, the more he thought that Carl was like watching a used car salesman try to get out of a deal that he knew was bad to begin with.
Carl walked up to everyone and he offered each person his personal business card. Which he pulled out of his pants pocket. His business card had a ink pen mark through his old cell number. Apparently he changed his number but was too cheap to buy new business cards.
DeeDee was talking to one of the woman at the bank. They were friends.
Bill and Stacey were talking about the weather and Jimmy was reading something on his cell phone again. Henry was using the ATM.
By the time everyone was paying attention and ready to start, it was two o'clock.
Everyone went into one of those cubey offices that are not big enough to two people let alone eight people. Since Eric and DeeDee were actually the ones to sign the paper work, they sat in the two uncomfortable chairs.
Carl stood behind the desk with the banker.
It took ten minutes to complete all the paper work. Then Carl wanted to attempt to offer his business card out again. No one wanted the first round out of the deck.
Once the little meeting was over, Eric ask if anyone wanted to drive out and to take an offical look around?
Everyone did and so they all followed in their own cars to this new shop.
It did not take long. They all loved the new space. It was more space and a load more parking options.
The only neighbors were a bar down the road and a head shop to the right, which was more so down the block.
The alley had a dumpster and a stray cat.
The cat wondered into the gates of the new shop.
When DeeDee saw it, she couldn't turn it out. DeeDee was a kind woman with a big heart. She was hopeless when it came to taking in things and making them better.
DeeDee had grown up an army brat. She moved around a lot when she was a kid. The only consistant friends that she had were, stray animals. And if she wanted to keep them, she usually had to heal them. Eric was the 80's hair metal guy and some of it she'd grown to love. But she loved new wave. Meaning 80's electro.
DeeDee liked art enough but she couldn't draw . Art was Eric's gift. DeeDee loved coffee shops and getting her hair and nails done professionally. She liked shoes. Shoes were her passion. More like an addiction. Although DeeDee was an all American girl.
Eric was just normal. He knew all his friends all his life. They met when they were kids and they grew up together. Eric loved hot wings and beer. He loved 80's hair metal and watching the fights. He gamed with his friends. His favorite band was Guns N Roses and Metallica. He would watch hockey any time he could find a game and he loved the Chicago Bulls. Eric's favorite art influences were a mix match of Picasso, Stan Lee, Cat Von D, Dan Under, William Blake and Brian Froud. Eric collected Stan Lee comics and anything Wes Craven.
DeeDee walked up to Eric with that mangy cat and already had it cradled in her arms....
Eric did not have a chance to respond.
"Aww we have to take it home Eric. Look at him. He is so sweet. He just came up to me. That means that he is hungry and he needs a mommy."
Jimmy was standing there.
"No Eric it means that it is a bum and old. He just wants attention. Put him down and he'll run off. I would not take that thing home with you all. Really it is weird. Besides it might have a disease that could kill you."
"Thank you Jimmy for that. I don't care Dee if you want it but he is right, its a stray. It will need so much. What if it scratches you and you get sick. If it is a boy cat, hes a tom and he'll piss all over the place."
"Well, I want him and I'm taking him home. I already love him. I will take him to a vet tomorrow when I get off work."
"He probably belongs to that weird Carl guy. I mean don't you think its weird that the cat shows up when he does? The only place around here is that bar. You don't bring a cat to a bar and I doubt the head shop has a special on ugly cats. It was probably Carl's lunch. I bet it ran when it had the chance. Ahh help me meow, please help that weird guy wants to eat me. meow meow..."
"Jimmy thank you... but it was not Carl's lunch. Really, I saw him get out of his car, and there were no cats jumping out at us earlier. It is the city. The damn thing has probably been sleeping in the alley and eating out of dumpsters. Hell, someone could have dumped it off earlier. It will be okay."
"Yeah well, I am sorry but that guy you chose for a real estate agent, was off. I don't know what it was about him but he is not right. He is just annoying, like my girlfriends sister. She just stands there and you'd think she was to blame for something. You know how people get that look on their face, but you do not know what they did yet."
"I know, we thought he reminded us of a used car salesman. He is just his own person. The good news is that the deal is set and we won't be seeing him again. Not unless he wants a tattoo."
"I would guess that if ol Carl ever decided to get a tattoo, it would be a sign on his"
"Jimmy... Thank you."
Bill walked up and he looked at Eric.
"Hey I have been taking pictures with my phone. Some of these old machines are just tanks. They could be used for the U.S. Army. I googled a scrap yard near us. They buy metal. We could break even on what it'd take to fix the place up. Do you want me to call them?"
"Sure, that is a good idea. If anything at least we would not have to deal with moving all this shit outta here. Hell they'll come get it and they'll pay us."
"Bill went back outside so that he could get better reception and he made the calls."
When Bill called around ever company wanted the machines. The metal could be used for everything. The highest bidder decided that they'd pay close to six thousand for all the old machines.
They came out that day and they cleaned out the building free of charge.
Six thousand is not a lot of money, but it cost ten thousand to put in the pipes and new electrical wiring it'd take to make the building workable. It cost three thousand for new windows and new floors in the building. It cost two thousand to put in two bathrooms, and four work sinks.
It took two weeks to do all the work on the building.
It only cost one hundred dollars to change all the locks.
The building turned out to look pretty good with hard wood floors on the upper levels. The top level was used to store supplies. The second and third floors were used as studios for art.
The basement was not used and they did not mess with the chemicals.
The entry level was the tattoo parlor and merch area.
One day Jimmy came in to work with a bag in his hands. He had been shopping in the villa and he had bought himself a vintage ouija board from Europe. The board was over 100 years old.
Bill was tattooing a biker that looked like he should be on America's most wanted list. The bikers girl friend or wife, whatever she was, looked like a nasty old hooker.
Bill did not stop working when Jimmy came in the store.
Eric was unloading a box of merch for the shelves and he looked up as Jimmy came in.
"Did you get that from that head shop?"
"No I got this from the Villa, that old woman orders stuff off of Ebay and then she sells it. They are like antique dealers up there. I don't have appointments to tattoo for another thirty minutes. I have four jobs comen in here through out my shift."
"No no I was not thinking there is anything wrong, I was just curious where the head shop got it. I tattoo two people today. I only have one more set up for today. So I have been unpacking all this stuff."
"Yeah, with this one because of the way it looks, I am going to frame it and put it above my work area. I want to decorate with the board."
"Sounds great. Hey did you see any of that stuff in the basement?"
"You mean all those containers of liquid? Yes I did. It stinks down there. Are you asking me that because you want me to get rid of it or did you just want to know if I noticed the smell? I don't think we can just pour it out anywhere. I don't know what that shit is or how much it has fermented, but I am guessing after all these years it is biohazard material. I guess we'll have to call someone else to come get that stuff. And my best guess is that they will not pay us for it. Not unless they cook in an alley and they plan on shooting it up."
"haha I don't think you can shoot that up. It would be a lethal injection."
"There is the new name for our tattoo parlor. Lethal Injection. It sounds homey"
"Jimmy only you would think to allure people with the promoted promise of death on a bill board."
"I try to please brother. I am kidding though. So since I have a few minutes, you want me to google it on the net and find out what we gotta do with it."
"Yes if you would. I have not had the time."
Jimmy went upstairs to an area where they had set up a desk and computer. Jimmy got online and found out they did have to call someone. You cannot just throw chemicals out where ever you want.
So Jimmy called the City and they came out and they removed the bucks of chemicals. A lot of the stuff was spilt on the floor.
Later that day Eric had left for the day. Bill was down stairs mopping the floor and Jimmy was getting a bag of money ready to take to the bank.
A woman came into the shop. She looked like she was about 35 years old. She had natted hair that was shoved up into a messy pony tail. There was a toddler in her arms and two kids at her side.
Her eyes were all puffy and she was asking about cost for tattoos. And how much time it takes.
Then she left and Jimmy and Bill were just talking when they heard a noise on the stairs. They walked over and they saw a child standing there. Their first thought was that it had wondered off from it's mother. She would be back for it.
Jimmy said,
"Hey kid, your mom just left. It is not safe for you to be on the stairs. You can't play there."
Bill looked irritated.
"What is it Bill? It is just a kid."
"No that is not it. That woman came in here and she looked cracked out of her mind. She was asking about cost. She wants a tattoo, she probably can't afford. She has three kids that she is not even watching. The kids look hungry and she then leaves without even taking notice that she left her own child in here. Now the kid is playing on the stairs. What if we did not come over here to save the day? That kid could have fell and broke it's neck or died. This is shit. Now we cannot take anymore appointments today. We get to babysit until she remembers to care and come back for it. People like that don't need to have kids at all."
"Yeah I understand that. That sounds like my old man. God rest his soul. Lets go upstairs. We'll call social services if she does not come back by the time we close. I don't think it is okay for us to take it home. My girl friend would have a shit fit. She'd probably think I cheated and it was mine."
They started up the stairs but when Jimmy and Bill got to the top of the stairs, they saw the kid at the end of the hallway. Then the kid just evaporated into thin air.
"What the Fu#k?"
"Did you see what I just saw?"
"Yes I did. That kid just vanished. I do not smoke pot anymore. How is that even ..."
"I know. Well lets look around just in case."
Jimmy and Bill walked up and down ever stair case. They looked into every closet and corner the building offered. There was no children anywhere.
No one was outside except some old man pissing in the alleyway by the dumpsters.
When Jimmy went down to the basement, he saw a picture hanging on the wall. It had been taken when the factory first opened. It showed the man who owned it with his daughter. She looked just like the child on the stairs. That was the kid that died.
Jimmy showed Bill the picture.
Jimmy and Bill did not say anything else about it the rest of the day. And they did not take that situation home with them.
Part 2
Eric and DeeDee were going out to eat. They went to a little Irish restaurant called, James O'Dell's Piano.
It was located in a nicer part of the city.
They ate soda bread, lame, potatoes, peas, and ice tea for dinner.
After dinner they had Tipsy cake with peaches on it and then they had whiskey sours.
When they were walking down the street, the darkened night air had turned to a memory of cold hands. It crawled all over them. They did not have their coats with them. The coats were left in the car.
When they rounded a corner, they saw a pet shop. Outside of the pet shop, there stood a bird on a bench. It looked like a parrot. The bird must have came out of the pet shop. Before either Eric or DeeDee could say anything, the bird opened it's wings and it burst into flight. When that happened, the bird turned into at least 100 humming birds of every color of the rainbow.
It was beautiful but no logical. They did not know what to say. Eric looked at DeeDee and he said,
"Whiskey.... We'll go home and we'll sleep it off."
A few nights later,
DeeDee woke up in the middle of the night. She was having problems sleeping lately. She got up for a glass of water. The idea of turning on any of the lights in the condo at 3:22 AM sounded like a headache. She could see well enough to walk down the hall to the kitchen or a glass of water.
When DeeDee got to the kitchen, she got a glass from the shelf, and she put a little bit of tap water in it. After drinking the water, and going to the bathroom, she started to go back to bed.
When DeeDee got to the hallway, there was a shadowy figure standing in the hallway. The person did not look very tall. That was weird. They locked their doors and windows. How could a child get in and where was the child's parents.
DeeDee was not awake. She had worked a long day and she had not been sleeping very well lately. The last week alone she had slept about 4 hours a night. Working 10 hour shifts on her feet was hard enough. She really was not in a mood for a conversation. At this hour of day, after the last week alone, she almost wanted to just let the univited guest do whatever they wanted.
But this uninvited guest, had shown up like this. Now she'd have to stay up long enough to call the cops and deal with that. Seeing that she had to be up by 6 AM just to get to work by 7 AM, There was no point in going back to bed. That just pissed her off.
So she wanted to yell at the little brat. But lucky enough for the kid, DeeDee loved kids and she did not have the energy to mouth off.
DeeDee said,
"Hello?"
The child sat down in the floor facing the wall, back to DeeDee.
The child started to sing twinkle twinkle to itself but DeeDee could hear it.
DeeDee turned on the hallway light, and as she did that-
The child turned around to look at DeeDee. The child's face was a rushton stuffed animal face.. It looked rubber and twisted. The child's eyes were all black. Like the child had black marbles for eye balls. Then the child removed it's mask and it had been meshed in, like the skull had been crushed. There was blood everywhere. The child's hands were not real, they were made of glass. Then the child stood up and put the mask back into place over its face. The child held out its arms. As though the child wanted to be held by DeeDee. The child made a whimper sound the way a plastic doll would... It said,
"MMMAAHMA HELP ME PLEASE. IT IS HURTING ME. My head hurts mommy.... Mommy help."
Then the child just disappeared.
DeeDee said,
"What in the .... ?"
DeeDee let out the breathe she'd been holding in for dear life.
Then she said,
"That was fucked up."
Then DeeDee shut the hall light off.
As she turned to go into her room, the child was standing there and it said,
"No this is fucked up..."
But the child's voice had changed and it sounded deep and dark like an old man.
The child scratched DeeDee's arm and then the child vanished for good this time.
The next day,
Eric was working on a sketch in his living room. DeeDee was working the graveyard shift at the ER for the next week. There was a hocky game on TV and Eric was drinking beer and sketching. He realized that he did not have his new prints that he'd been working on. He'd left them in his office work area, at the old building. He decided to drive to the tattoo shop to work there on his art. When he got to the tattoo shop, he heard something but the sound went away before he could place it.
When he got to the office level, he saw a shadow by the wall. The shadow did not have a purpose. And then he saw the shadow walk out from the wall and it went down a staircase that was in the floor.
Eric turned on the other lights in the room. There was no one there. He went to his desk and he looked up. Over to his left was Jimmy's desk. Jimmy's framed ouija board had a planchette in the frame. The planchette moved inside the frame and it landed on hello.
Eric stood up and he walked over to the picture. There below it, in the floor was a picture. The picture looked old. It must have been shot with a black and white flash and wind. It showed the little girl who had died.
Stacey came into the room. He told Eric that he had a late night tattoo to do.
Eric went down stairs and he watched Stacey set up and start to work on a young man. The young man was with a woman who did not look happy.
The young man wanted his girl friend tattooed on his arm. The girl friend was not flattered by that and she barked something about hurry up or she would leave.
Every time Stacey put the needle down to the young man's arm, a line of the girlfriend disappeared.
When the tattoo was done, the girl friend was gone.
So they all thought she just got impatient and left.
A few days later the police came into the tattoo shop. That young man who got tattooed there reported his girl friend missing. The guys at the shop knew nothing. They all started to compare notes on the weird stuff that had been going on. They all had haunting experiences.
The young man came back in.... It was sad and he did not understand. The guys in the tattoo shop told him to go have the tattoo removed. They had the equipment to do that. Every time the laser hit a piece of the young man's tattoo and removed or lightened part of the art, a cry came about from the shadows. Everyone assumed that the noise was the machine working but when the tattoo was removed, the girl friend had been drawn back into the room.
She was alive and well. She just did not know where she had been in the last week.
Jimmy called a psychic friend and they came with a priest. They exercised the ghost out. Then they all found out that the old chemicals had caused an acid effect on them all. They got detoxed and they got their life back. No harm done. They sold the building. They made more then what they put into it. Then they finally got to buy the perfect location for their tattoo shop.
The End
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