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

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 stop

said, sitting back and wiping the

gotta go to work now. Be

"I 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 what he

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

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

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 someone enjoying

television re-ran reports of the

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

every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling

bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any emotion at that instant, as

blurted out, handing his father his red View-Master

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

as he lifted his aching body from off

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 Isaac

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

everything that happened two nights earlier was nowhere to be found in

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

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

turn into a habit." Isaac scolded, shoving the child's right

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