The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Dressed in his slightly tattered grey winter coat, a Cleveland Browns knit hat and a Band-Aid in the center of his forehead, Isaac stepped inside and gladly shook Levin's hand.

"Hi, Isaac," Levin warmly greeted.

Rubbing his cold hands together, Isaac smiled back, "How ya doin', man"

"Well, why don't you have a seat?" Jeremiah said as he sat himself down behind his compact desk.

Isaac took off his coat and hat and laid them on the leather couch behind him. He then tried to caress some warmth into his arms. He was wearing a green Izod sweater and a faded pair of blue jeans, and even in all of his layers the young man still felt like a six foot tall ice pick.

"Can I bum a smoke off of you, my man?" Isaac anxiously asked.

"Sure." Levin strangely eyed Isaac as he opened a drawer within his desk and took out a pack of Marlboro's.

Isaac secured the cigarette from the doctor and waited until Levin whipped out a lighter to ignite the tip.

"I wasn't aware that you smoked." Levin curiously grinned.

Isaac sat down in the chair in front of the desk and stated, "I don't smoke in front of my father and kid. But anywhere else, I'm game."

"I understand." Levin nonchalantly waved his hand. "Everyone here seems to frown upon anyone who smokes anymore." He hopelessly sighed. "So, how are you doing these days?"

Gradually coming down from his cold fit, Isaac explained in between puffs, "Not bad. Been looking for a job. And I got engaged the other night."

"Congratulations!" Levin lit up. "When is the wedding?"

"My lady says she wants a spring wedding, so, I figure it'll be sometime around April or May."

"Super, just super," Levin graciously smiled.

Isaac stared pensively at the doctor while taking a long drag on his cigarette. He wasn't accustomed to being around such a young looking professional man. In a way, it put him at ease, it made him feel as though he didn't have to live up to a lofty, generational expectation that seemingly everyone over the age of forty had already set for him.

Studying Jeremiah with a keen eye, Isaac cunningly grinned, "You sure you're a psychiatrist and not some college kid trying to get extra credit from his professor or something?"

Levin just sat back. "I'm actually five years older than you. I received my bachelors from Ohio State when I turned twenty-three. I hope that meets your standards." He cracked a smile.

"Man, you must've been real smart back in high school. If it hadn't been for me smoking since the eighth grade I probably would've joined the football team. And who knows, maybe the NFL."

"My dad once told me that smoking was the poetry of liars. It hides the true you behind a façade of so called lethargy."

Isaac screwed up his face and giggled, "Your dad sounds like mine. I swear, that man can recite just about every verse out of the bible, and ninety-nine percent of the time I don't have a damn clue as to what he's talkin' about."

Jeremiah joined in on the humor while unhinging his tie. "I have an uncle who happens to be a rabbit in Utica, New York. Till this day the man still gets me to recite verses out of the Tanakh."

"Does he have that real deep Jewish accent? You know, like he's gagging on something whenever he talks?" Isaac smirked.

"Yep, that's my uncle Jerome alright." Levin lightheartedly chuckled.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my dad to death, but you get tired of always hearing bible verses night and day. You would think after hearing it for twenty years that I'd have the whole bible memorized by now." Isaac joked while squashing the butt of his cigarette out in the glass ashtray on the desk.

"So tell me, how do you and your father get along?"

"We're cool, I guess." Isaac exhaled.

"Just cool," Jeremiah queried.

back in November, me and him see eye to

took place back at that house? Doctor

"No, I mean

"Oh really," Levin panted. "What brought

"I don't know." Isaac sulked. "I wasn't exactly myself at the time. I swung at 'em, next thing I know, I wake

"It was that bad,

"Have you ever seen my father? The man isn't exactly a lightweight,

did you feel when your father brought you to

lot of things at the time. But when I finally came to and realized what I had done to both him and my

Levin pointed his eyes down at his desk and said, "Doctor Sanyupta

"Yeah, she died six years ago from a

that her passing brought

"I don't know, like I said, besides November, we always got along. If anything changed after my mom's death, it had to be that my dad stopped working so much. I think he slowed down so he could spend more time

"You keep mentioning November." Levin

it right there." Isaac adamantly pointed. "I know what you're trying to do. Sanyupta did the same thing. So before you

"Really," Levin's

I can't remember things. Hell, I can't even remember how I got this

up his ballpoint pen and began to jot something down on a piece of white

seen a doctor about

have the money to go see a doctor just so he can tell me to take some Anacin. If it weren't

to the root of

seat like an impatient five year old at that moment. He tried to cut his

made some popcorn and watched some TV. After that, everything went dark. When I woke up the next morning, I was hanging out

murmured, still scribbling away on his

dad taking me down to his job to see if I could

mention that you would see...another person in your

his head and exhaled as if he were too ashamed to hear

here. The only other person that knows about this is Sanyupta. I'm not trying to pry, I just want to make

Isaac looked up and coughed, acting as though he were

call it a person because I never see its face. It just comes out of nowhere, and then it just leaves. It never speaks. It just walks around. I don't know if it's a ghost or if it's all in my head." He bashfully explained. "Shit, I feel like Ford. I'm falling

took place inside that house, but piece by piece, it'll start to come together for you. I mean, I heard when they first brought you to Ashlanview that you were a...for lack of a better

if he were recalling something funny before he said,

Levin sat back and took off his glasses. "Uh, yeah," he modestly answered. "I'll admit that it's not exactly what I

to say is that you've never heard a colored person sat that he was

"I thought you people didn't like to be called colored." Levin haphazardly jibed while apparently waiting for

doctor before laughing. He got the joke, he

and so far I've had three people tell me that they were vampires. One guy that swears he's James Bond. Another person tell me that he's the reincarnation of Attila the Hun, and a woman who believed that she was a ghost, even though she was about as alive as you and I are right now. What you think you are

said, "Those cats weren't my friends. And as far as what happened back in November,

beaten up that night? Because your x-rays revealed significant damage to your entire skeletal system. Extreme muscle strains. And even more amazing, it appeared as though your body

again regressed into his vegetative state of silence. He was

just can't even begin to imagine the utter pain and agony that you

"Well, all I can say is that...I wasn't beaten up. And you're damn right, it was painful."

were about to throw another barrage of inquiries at Isaac, he paused to examine the young man who suddenly took on the eerie appearance of someone who wasn't even in the same

in his seat, slumping closer and closer to the floor like he was about to melt right out of his

"I miss my mom." The young man uttered in a

"I beg your pardon?"

my dad, spitting bible verses left and right, but for a long time, she was my best friend. I was the one that pulled away from her. I got to that age when I thought I was too cool. Couldn't nobody tell me shit. I'll never forget the day before they took her

With a look of syrupy sympathy in his blue eyes, Levin got up, sat down on the edge of his desk in front of Isaac and said, "Guilt binds us in all sorts of trouble, Isaac. This so called ghost that you see, this mythical creature that you think you are, it's all part of the culpability that you've been carrying all this time. It finally materialized when those men were killed in that house. Do you feel guilty that you were the

lot of brotha's out there now, fuckin' up, doin' things they're not supposed to be doin'. I swore that I'd be different. I want my son to look up to me like I look up to my dad. I want my fiancé to have a man that she can depend on. I swore to God and even my

The more Isaac spoke, something inside of him began to twist and turn, much like a