Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to nocturnal transmissions, your friendly provider of short stories and mutterings from the wrong side of midnight.

The podcast that brings you spirited renditions of dark tales both old and new,

performed by voice artist Kristen Holland.

You may already be familiar with Kristen's work from the simply scary podcast,

or from our Nocturnal Transissions YouTube channel, the seed from which this

terrible weed of a podcast has grown. As mentioned in our last episode, we will be endeavoring

to group you anew in the talents of terror every fortnight. We are, however, making an exception this episode by dropping it, as you young people say,

a little bit earlier.

Why, you ask?

Well, because we believe that, like the fingers of those who ask too many questions,

rules are meant to be broken.

That and the fact that we are overflowing with tales of dread and simply don't have the discipline or restraint, if you will, to hold it back.

Speaking of holding things back, please don't refrain from subscribing to our podcast

or giving us a glowing review on your podcast provider. It is our fervent wish to spread

this darkness out into the world, and you, my fine acolyte, can help.

We thank you in advance.

Now, where were we?

Oh yes, our story.

On this, our second episode, we bring you a dark tale mixing steampunk revisionist history with Lovecraftian dread.

Nocturnal Transmissions Proudly Presents Michael Gray's 1884.

It was all Tesla's fault, or his kindness, perhaps, depending on your discretion.

Nikola Tesla was the most dangerous man on earth, but only those very few who had read the most deeply of all could have guessed it.

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