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

"Dad...I got something to tell you later on." He flinched, trying with all his

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

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

gotta go to

"I will, dad,"

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

"Dah," the child squealed out as he handed his father his toy

Isaac's battered face before taking the

parade were trolling right through the living room. The boy was happy to see someone enjoying his toys

until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder

what kind of animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one

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

dripped down and out of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at

out, handing his

man offering him a ride two days earlier, but what seemed to cause

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

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 bar of soap

the water was all

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

sorts, from that of adults to children, and yet, had it

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

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

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