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 couch where he was sitting

on." He flinched, trying with all his might not to

"I get off from work at five, come down to the church and we can

"Okay, I'll be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back

"I gotta go to work now. Be

will, dad," Isaac sniffed before

Isaac noticed a frightened shakiness in his father's tenor that he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost track of where Isaiah was and

as he handed his father his toy phone to

A forced smile came across Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it

would just sit and clap his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to see someone enjoying his

and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of the

of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night, and just what authorities were planning on doing to

With Isaiah frolicking in his arms Isaac's eyes were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl.

lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was

"Here!" Isaiah blurted out, handing his father his red View-Master to

all shook in perfect unison as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man

as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your

the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy inside the tub. With only a

in the water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should

his head in a high pitched tone. Much like the proverbial 'fingernails across the chalkboard', Isaac couldn't help but to drown in the hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in his mind. Even the remembrances of the grueling strain of his physical transformation had ostensibly been erased, which was hard to fathom considering the pain that he

screaming of all sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet, had it not been for the TV, not

All of the sudden, sprinkles of soapy water splashed into Isaac's dead face,

it'll turn into a

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