Venom

Rutherford Venom

I hadn’t planned to return so soon, but the estate has a way of demanding attention. You felt it too, didn’t you? My experiments. They respond to fluctuations in emotional energy. Fear, excitement, dread, sadness.

The cellar is colder than usual tonight. The air is thick and heavy, almost wet. The sound of the machine has changed slightly. Once a steady rhythm, now it trembles. Softer. Slower. It almost sounds tired…or hungry.

There's whispering now, a murmur beneath the hum. When I leaned close, I heard my name whispered, spoken from inside the gears.

Do not worry, dear guests. Everything is under control.