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."

Out of helpless frustration, Isaac threw himself backwards

"Dad...I got something to tell you later on." He flinched, trying with all his might not to sound like he was

get off from work at five, come down to the church and we can talk then. I'd

said, sitting back and wiping the wetness away from his

gotta go to work

"I will, dad,"

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

as he handed his father his toy phone to play

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

The mock conversations were customary; Isaiah 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

television re-ran reports 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

With 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

screen. He was

blurted out, handing

the generous man offering him a ride two days earlier,

lifted his aching body from

item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed

it was never a strenuous chore to bath Isaiah. The child actually enjoyed being wet; just splashing about in the water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should have been paying close attention to the baby at every second, but Isaac's brain just

scream in 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

of all sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet, had it not been for the TV, not one person's face could materialize

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

turn into a habit." Isaac scolded, shoving the child's right hand away from his submerged

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