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."

threw himself backwards into the couch where he

He flinched, trying with all his might not to sound like he was

from work at five, come down to the church and we can talk then. I'd stop by, but the car won't

"Okay, I'll be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back and wiping the wetness

go to

dad,"

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 was

child squealed out as he handed his father

face before taking the plastic receiver, holding it

though a parade were trolling right through the

reports of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead

There were the 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 planning on doing to capture the

were locked firmly on the TV as the screen scrolled through every little

of Isaac's bottom lip the longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely void of any

handing his father his red

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

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off

promptly removed every item of clothing from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed his boy

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

He stared straight ahead at the grimy tile while listening to the little girl's 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 be found in his mind. Even the

He recalled screaming 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 inside the man's

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

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

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