The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Chapter 24

Captain Kangaroo was conversing back and forth with both Mr. Green Jeans and Mr. Moose on the television while Isaac spoke in a low, overcast tone to his father over the phone.

Dressed in the same clothes from the night before, Isaac watched Isaiah crawl and romp about on the floor with his Fisher Price toy phone while he sipped away on his fourth cup of coffee for the morning. Isaac's mind was from the TV and drifting even further away from his son.

Every so often he would stare down at his scarred fingernails that felt as if someone had pierced each of them with sharp needles.

"Isaac, are you still there?" Mr. Mercer worriedly asked.

Shaking himself awake, Isaac replied, "I'm fine, dad. I just got a bad headache. Did the fuzz bring your car back yesterday?"

"Yeah, they brought it back last night. I think the carburetor needs replaced."

Just then, a long pause prevailed. The pause was soon followed by a moan from Isaac's father.

"Son...is everything alright with you? You sure don't sound fine."

Just judging by his father's stretched out gap in speech Isaac could sense that he was stressed over his grueling ordeal. All the young man could do was sit and shut his eyes in angst.

"Yeah, dad, I just need some time to...to work things out."

"Where's Lynn at?"

"She went out to get some more medicine for Isaiah. She said she'll be back before nine."

"Isaac, just relax and let the good Lord take care of everything. You've got a friend in him."

himself backwards into the

you later on." He flinched, trying with all his

come down to the church and we can talk then. I'd stop by, but

there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back and wiping the wetness away from his

"I gotta go to work now. Be

will, dad," Isaac sniffed before

father's tenor that he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost

as he handed his father

battered face before taking

clap his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right

of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead bodies in his basement and the mutilation of the entire

There were the usual speculations from the usual talking heads on just what kind of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night,

were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive

screen. He was completely void of any emotion

"Here!" Isaiah blurted out, handing his father his red

as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man

his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants you to

every item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy inside the tub. With only a

never a strenuous chore to bath Isaiah. The child actually enjoyed being wet; just splashing about in the water was

'fingernails across the chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened

adults to children, and yet, had it not been for the TV, not one person's face could materialize inside

All of the sudden, sprinkles of soapy water splashed into Isaac's dead face, alerting him to find his son fiddling with his own

turn into a

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