In the eerie town of Eldritch Hollow, where shadows stretch long and the fog rolls in thick waves, there existed a crypt-themed retirement home known as Cadaver Joe’s Eternal Crypt. The home was a place of respite for dark practitioners and undead beings who had long served the dark arts. The most notorious resident was Cadaver Joe, a skeletal figure with a gaunt, pallid face and thin, wispy white hair. His eyes glowed dimly, a remnant of the powerful magic he once wielded.
Cadaver Joe was no ordinary undead. His existence depended on a strange and unsettling source of power: a concoction of 60 different supplements and drugs. These substances, brewed and ingested daily, were the only things keeping his ancient bones moving. Each step he took produced a creaking sound, like the groan of old wood, and when he walked in the light, the invisible strings that held him together glistened faintly.
One particularly misty evening, as the moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the town, a strange event was set to unfold. The fog seemed thicker than usual, and the air was filled with an unsettling chill. Cadaver Joe, feeling a surge of nostalgia for his mischievous days, decided to entertain himself with a bit of old-fashioned terror.
In a darkened chamber of the retirement home, Cadaver Joe began to weave a new spell. His skeletal fingers traced arcane symbols in the air, and the room grew colder. His raspy voice echoed through the halls, "Tonight, the town shall remember the name of Cadaver Joe."
With a final, whispered incantation, Cadaver Joe transformed himself into a form he had not taken in centuries: a vampire. His skeletal features softened slightly, taking on a more human visage, though still ghastly pale. His eyes glowed with a crimson hue, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth. His thin hair remained, now slicked back to complete his eerie transformation.
Eldritch Hollow, unaware of the impending chaos, continued its nightly routine. But a..
