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."

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

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

the church and we can talk then. I'd stop by, but the car won't

Isaac hesitantly said, sitting back

go

"I will, dad," Isaac sniffed before

tenor that he hadn't heard before; it startled Isaac enough to where he even lost track of where Isaiah

child squealed out as he handed his father his toy phone

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

The mock conversations 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 his toys as much as he

Back and forth father and son played until the newsbreak on the television re-ran reports of the murder of the kidnapper, the dead bodies in his

animal could have possibly killed all seven people in one night, and just what authorities were

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

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

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

generous man offering him a ride two days earlier, but what seemed to cause Isaac's head to ache even more was

"C'mon, man," Isaac struggled as he lifted his aching body from off the couch, "your mom wants

from off the child's body, cut on the warm water and then placed

being wet; just splashing about in the water was

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

children, and yet,

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

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

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