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.

I mean, besides what happened back in November, me and him see eye to

what took place back at that house? Doctor Sanyupta never went

mean me trying to hit my

"Oh really," Levin panted. "What brought

time. I swung at 'em, next thing I know, I wake up in my bed with

"It was that

you ever seen my father? The man

you feel when your father brought you to

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

Levin pointed his eyes down at his desk and said, "Doctor Sanyupta mentioned that your mother was

"Yeah, she died six years ago

you say that her passing brought you and your father

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

"You keep mentioning November."

adamantly pointed. "I know what you're trying to do. Sanyupta did the same thing. So

"Really," Levin's eyes

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

jot something down on a piece of white

from blackouts before. Have you seen a doctor about them? Are any of these blackouts preceded by

a doctor just so he can tell me to take some Anacin. If it weren't for the state paying for this visit

of these blackouts, Isaac, especially since they began after the

He tried to cut his eyes away from the doctor's, but Levin was seemingly

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

"I see." Levin murmured, still

was yesterday. I remember waking up, eating breakfast, talking to Lynn on the phone and then my dad taking me down to his job to see if I could get on. Then, we got back in the car, my dad stopped at a

that you would

as if he

look," Levin steadily spoke, extending his right hand outwards to Isaac, "it's just you and me in here. The only other person that knows about this is Sanyupta. I'm not trying to pry, I just want

looked up and coughed, acting as though he were trying

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

I mean, I heard when they

as if he were recalling something funny

modestly answered. "I'll admit that it's not exactly

"What you really mean to say is that you've never heard a colored person

be called colored." Levin haphazardly jibed

Isaac glared oddly at the doctor before laughing. He got the joke, he was just awestruck at the sheer boldness of

look, I've been in this profession for two years now, 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

Isaac dropped his head and said, "Those cats weren't my friends. And as far as what happened back in November, let's just

happened across some of your x-rays from your hospital visit after the incident. Isaac, I just have to know, were you beaten up that night? Because your x-rays revealed significant damage to your entire skeletal system.

Isaac once again regressed into his vegetative state of silence. He was determined not to go back

begin to imagine the utter pain and

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

Levin 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

closer to the floor like he was about

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

"I beg your pardon?" Sitting

I miss my mom. Sometimes she could be just like 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 to the hospital, she and I argued because I wasn't doing my homework. That was the last time I spoke to her before

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

got a chance to do a lot of thinking. I got a son. I look at a lot of brotha's out there now, fuckin' up, doin' things they're not supposed to be

turn, much like a stomach ache, but on a less gut wrenching level.