Black and grey tattoo of Jack Skellington with bats and swirling lines across a woman's upper arm and shoulder.

Jack Skellington upper arm and shoulder piece

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman with silver hair and a purple top shows a large black and grey tattoo covering her upper arm and part of her shoulder. The central figure is a skull-faced character with a wide toothy grin, surrounded by bats and swirling linework. Soft grey shading gives the skull and background volume, and a second tattoo is partly visible on her upper chest.

Upper arm Shoulder Jack skellington Skull Bat Swirl Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Pell had the shutter half down on the hoopla stall when the wind turned round and brought the bats in off the fen. Nobody had told him bats came with the October fair. They hung off the guy ropes like wet washing, and every time the generator coughed they lifted and resettled, a little wrong each time, as if they were counting the lamps.

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Mrs Ostrander ran the ghost train and had never once paid him on time, but she paid him that night in a tin of boiled sweets and a sheet of thin card with a face drawn on it. The face was grinning so wide the ink had skipped at the corners. "Carry it to the Waxham gate," she said. "Pin it where the horses can see. The lad who painted it went up the ferris wheel and didn't come down the same shape."

Pell thought she was drunk on gin and dares. He folded the card into his coat anyway. The gate was a mile of frozen mud and a rusted kissing gate, and by the time he reached it the moon had gone the colour of old teeth. Something moved in the hedge: a hush of leathery wings, and a sound like a man chuckling in his sleep.

He pinned the card to the post. The grin caught the moonlight, and for a moment the swirling ink around it seemed to lift off the paper and lace itself across the sky in long dark loops, bats riding them like sparks off a wheel. Then it settled. Pell walked back to the fair without looking round, whistling the tune the organ had been playing all evening, and found the lamps lit and the ghost train gone quiet, its doors wide, every seat taken by a grinning empty shape.