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."

frustration, Isaac threw himself backwards into the couch where he was sitting and

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

the church and we can talk

be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back and

"I gotta go to work

"I will, dad," Isaac sniffed before

it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost track of where

squealed out as he handed his

Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver,

tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living

on the television re-ran reports of the murder of

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

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

bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void

Isaiah blurted out, handing his father

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

struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants you to take a bath before she

managed to limp his way into the warm bathroom Isaac promptly removed every item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water

splashing about in the water was all playtime for him. He knew that he should have been

hellacious notion that everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in his mind. Even the

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

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

thing, boy, it'll turn into a habit." Isaac

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