**Scary Stories Flash Collection**
*13/13, Static*
*A Tattoo Horror Story*
Once upon a morning dreary, while I set up,
weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of
ink I poured.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there
came a tapping,
As some of one gently rapping, rapping at my
shop door.
‘Tis some client,” I muttered, “tapping at my
shop door-“
very early and nothing more.
Then here the door flung open, when, with much
expression
The Client began explaining, with a vague
and foggy core
Not the least description made; not a concept
or thought clear.
So again I asked a question, hoping for an answer
that gave more;
Till the dirges of my Hope that they would ...