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 into the couch where he was sitting and began to

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

five, come down to the church and we can talk

be there." Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back

gotta go to work now.

will, dad," Isaac sniffed

before; it startled Isaac enough to where

out as he handed his father his toy phone

A forced smile came across Isaac's battered face before taking the plastic receiver,

The mock conversations were customary; Isaiah would just sit and clap his tiny hands as though a parade were trolling right through the living

the television re-ran reports of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead bodies in his basement and the mutilation of the entire Sanders

There were the usual speculations from the usual talking heads on just what kind of animal could have

the screen scrolled through every little Sanders girl. Their angelic faces were alive with euphoric vitality as their smiling parents held all four of their

longer he concentrated on the screen. He was completely

"Here!" Isaiah blurted out, handing his father his red View-Master to

Leroy Cummins' sharply dressed photo appeared on the television. He remembered the generous man offering him a ride two days earlier, but what seemed to

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

into the warm bathroom Isaac promptly removed every item of clothing from off the child's body,

Unlike most children, 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

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 remembrances of the grueling strain of his physical transformation had ostensibly been erased, which was hard to fathom considering the pain that he had been in since waking the night before in

children, and yet, had it not been for

splashed into Isaac's

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

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