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."

Isaac threw himself backwards into the couch

on." He flinched, trying with all

work at five, come down to the church and we

be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back

"I gotta go

"I will, dad," Isaac sniffed before hanging up

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

squealed out as he handed his

A forced smile came across Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it to his ear and saying,

his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to see someone enjoying his toys as much as he

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

kind of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night, and just what authorities

Isaiah frolicking in his arms Isaac's eyes were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling parents held all four of their children in their

out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen.

handing his

unison as Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man offering him a ride two days earlier, but what seemed to cause Isaac's head to ache even more was the

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants you to

of clothing from off the child's body, cut

was all playtime for him. He

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 had been in since

and yet, had it not been for the TV, not one

soapy water splashed into Isaac's dead face, alerting him to find his son fiddling with his own private

"Quit playing with that thing, boy, it'll turn into a habit." Isaac scolded,

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