Black ink traditional flash sheet on cream paper showing a raven, bat, black cat, pumpkin, coffin, broomstick, spiders and spider webs, with a £31 price marked in the centre.

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Halloween flash sheet with bats, cats and spiders

Traditional · Black and grey · Flash

A flash sheet of Halloween-themed designs arranged on cream paper, including a raven, a bat, a grinning black cat, a jack-o'-lantern, a coffin, a crescent moon with a face, a broomstick, a burning church, a spider and several spider webs. The designs use bold black outlines and solid black fills with some dotted and hatched shading, and there is no colour. The motifs are spaced across the sheet with a price of £31 written in the middle, and dark spider web images frame the left and right edges.

Traditional Raven Bat Black cat Pumpkin Coffin Moon Flame Spider Spider web Rope Nail Cross

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The black cat had claimed the coffin lid before the church caught light, and by the time the vicar came running up Coldharbour Lane with his cassock hitched to his knees, it was still sitting there, washing a paw as though the whole parish were a joke it had already heard.

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Nobody in Thistlewick could agree on what had set the vestry alight. Old Ada Sprake blamed the candles. Her grandson blamed the pumpkins the children had carved and left on the porch steps, grinning at the lych gate with their stubs of tallow. Ada said the pumpkins were the least of it. She had seen a broomstick leaning against the lych gate that morning, bristles up, and nobody had come to claim it.

The broom turned up on Mr Hale's doorstep two nights later, still smelling of smoke, with a note tied to the handle in a looping hand: Borrowed for the fire. Returned with interest. The interest turned out to be a crow, which perched on the churchyard wall for a week and would not say a word, only tapping the stone with its beak as if counting the bricks that were left.

On the first clear night of November the parish gathered to rebuild, and the cat finally left the coffin. It strolled through the smouldering nave, stepped over the blackened pews, and settled among the ashes where the altar had been. When the new bell was rung that Sunday, it rang backwards, and the cat yawned as if it had been expecting exactly that.