Flash design of a cross made of five skulls wearing cartoon-style hairstyles and glasses, with banners reading Ghosts N Crooks and Appetite for Mystery, in a traditional style.

Skull cross with banners and cartoon-gang hair

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A cross is formed from five white skulls, with cartoon-style hairstyles in brown, orange and yellow and a pair of blue-tinted glasses on the top skull. Two cream banners above and below carry the text Ghosts N Crooks and Appetite for Mystery, drawn with clean outlines and engraved-style shading. The design sits centred on a dark navy background, with flat colour fills and minimal shading across the skulls and cross.

Traditional Skull Cross Banner Glasses Hair Cartoon character Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tuesday, 14 March. Wind backing north-east, visibility poor, and the ghost is back in the lamp room. Mrs Pargeter swears she saw it through the glass at half past three, a pale thing with a face like a bad potato, drifting round the great lens as if it owned the place. I told her it was the gull reflected in the lantern, but she had that look in her eye which means she has already telephoned the gang.

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The gang came off the afternoon ferry with a van full of cardboard boxes and a spaniel who ate my sandwiches. There were four of them. Ivy Marlowe, in blue-tinted spectacles, carries a notebook the size of a paperback and writes down everything I say, including the bit about the kettle. The twins, Dex and Nell Ashby, argue about everything, the weather included. Then there is Tobin, a tall, silent lad who speaks mainly to fish. By their own account they have solved nineteen hauntings and one bank fraud at a bowling alley in Wigan.

By nine o'clock they had the rug up and the trapdoor open. The ghost turned out to be Mr Haskell, the harbour treasurer, in a bedsheet with eyeholes cut too low. He had been climbing up here after dark to sell the brass fittings salvaged from the wreck of the Morwenna, and the lamp room made a fine place to meet the buyers. Ivy found the receipts sewn into his coat lining. Haskell tried to bluff that the spirit had asked him to sign them. Tobin said nothing at all, just held the lantern up until the brass shone, and Haskell confessed before the kettle boiled.

I have logged it as a false alarm, which the district office will not thank me for. Before they left, Ivy tucked a note under my flask: Keep the light on, Keeper. Most ghosts turn out to be somebody counting silver. I have wiped the glass, trimmed the wick, and started counting the brass myself.