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.

"Yeah, I mean, besides what happened back in November, me and him see

that house? Doctor Sanyupta never went into much detail

"No, I mean me trying to hit my

really," Levin panted. "What

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

"It

you ever seen my father? The man isn't exactly

feel when your father brought you

in his seat and rolled his eyes upwards as though he were ailing. "At first, I was pissed. I was pissed at a lot of things at the time.

his desk and said, "Doctor

six

you say 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

"You keep mentioning November."

"Hold it right there." Isaac adamantly pointed. "I know what you're trying to do. Sanyupta did the same thing. So before you try and go back in time with me, understand, I can barely remember what happened yesterday, let alone three

"Really," Levin's

remember things. Hell, I

Levin picked up his ballpoint pen and began to jot something down on a

"Doctor Sanyupta mentioned that you suffered from blackouts before. Have you seen

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

to the root of these blackouts, Isaac, especially since they began after the incident in

squirmed about in his seat like an impatient five year old at that moment. He tried to cut his eyes away from the doctor's, but Levin was seemingly just as persistent

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

murmured, still scribbling away on his pad. "Any

his job to see

Sanyupta did mention that you would see...another

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

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 to make

coughed, acting as though he

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 all over the fucking

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 term, a wreck. But after only a few weeks, you've made significant

were recalling something funny before

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

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

didn't like to be called colored." Levin haphazardly jibed while apparently waiting for a smile to make its way to Isaac's

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

that he's the reincarnation of Attila the Hun, and a woman who believed that she was a ghost,

my friends. And as far as what happened back in November, let's just say, for now...I got caught

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. Extreme muscle strains. And even more amazing, it appeared as

once again regressed into his vegetative state of silence. He

imagine the utter pain

"Well, all I can say is that...I wasn't beaten up. And

Isaac, he paused to examine the young man who suddenly took on the eerie appearance of someone who

sat in his seat, slumping closer and closer to the

The young man uttered in

your pardon?" Sitting up, Isaac

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

called ghost that you see, this mythical creature that you

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 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 own mother that

more Isaac spoke, something inside of him began to twist and turn, much like a stomach ache, but on a less gut wrenching