The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

David sat in his recliner within the dimly lit living room of his three bedroom apartment, intently listening to, with his Pioneer headphones attached to his ears, the vaunted recording of an animal destroying a human being with such ferocity that it made David's body squirm.

Despite being seated comfortably, David was far from relaxed. The man had listened to the tape well over twenty times since he got home that evening, and not one time did he ever feel the urge to want to separate himself from its unrelenting hold.

David recalled what Alan mentioned about it sounding like it was from hell. And as hard as he tried to, David could not put a finger on what sort of creature it was that he could have been hearing. Every time he rewound the tape he expected to notice a different sound, but instead he got only the same thing over and over.

He wanted to give up and toss it all to the wind, but something malignant not only in the recording but in the occurrences over the past few days kept him relentlessly on the edge of his seat.Every animal attack seemed to possess one similar trait, the utter destruction of property.

He viewed photos of Leroy Cummins' house, the incident at the roller rink and the shelter, and they all wore the same demolished mask. David wasn't a naïve man, he knew full well that no ordinary animal could possess such great power to knock down solid brick walls, and yet there he was constantly rewinding the same tape in order to gain a visual of the beast that was playing tricks with his head. Soon, the very room he was sitting in became non-existent the more and harder he pressed the rewind button on the tape recorder.

"I said, it's time for supper!" David's wife nudged him on the shoulder.

David could have jumped to the ceiling from sheer shock at that moment before he spun around to see the woman standing above him.The man accidentally dropped the tape recorder to the floor as he took off his headphones.

"I...I was listening to this thing on here." He caught his breath.

Appearing completely lost, David's wife asked, "What thing are you talking about?"

David picked the recorder up from off the floor and sat it back on the table beside him. He then handed his wife the headphones. The woman wiped her hands clean on the rag that she had in her hands before she placed the headphones on her ears.

"Okay, now listen to this." David hastily pressed the play button.

He watched as his wife turned up her nose at the sound of the beast in the recording. He waited with bated anticipation for her to open her mouth and say something.His wife ripped the headphones from off her ears before handing them back to David in disgust.

"What was that supposed to be?" She griped with a frown.

"It's a recording of the animal that killed this rapist and murderer a few months ago." David panted. "I have reason to believe that this may be the same thing that's going around on this killing spree now."

Standing over him while shaking her head in dismay, David's wife said, "You never change, do you?"

Looking up at the woman, David shrugged his shoulders, "What do you mean?"

"Just like back in Chicago, you still bring your work home."

"Esmeralda, this isn't just work, this thing is running around the city eating people!" David beseeched.

Esmeralda snatched both the tape recorder and headphones away from him before placing them on the table beside David. She then grabbed his arm and proceeded to hoist the man up from out of his chair.

gonna let you drown yourself in work like you did back there."

Clutching his sore legs, David capitulated, "Okay,

Esmeralda paused to see why David was holding his

I was today while I was running up the stairs." David humbly responded. "Now I'm paying for

lips before taking her dishrag

"Old fifty-six year old men don't run

light in the living room and followed in behind his wife into the kitchen where a young woman and a toddler were already seated at the small kitchen table where dinner was

sleeves and glanced at the miniature television set that was seated on the kitchen counter that was playing 'Chico & The Man'. From the onset the tiny family spoke Spanish back and forth to one another while Esmeralda served everyone plates full of sliced chicken breasts, rice and peas before she sat down

that other TV fixed?" His daughter practically whined. "I'm

my first paycheck, that's when," David replied while eating away at a piece of chicken. "And speaking of paychecks, when do you plan on looking for a job, young lady? We've been in Cypress now for nearly five weeks and

"Papi, I told you, I'm waiting

the table. "I'm glad we left Chicago just so we

don't call him

making excuses for

head to her plate as she fiddled with her food with her fork like

these streets here in this

home a recording of the animal for whatever reason." Esmeralda announced. "I can't imagine what he thinks

"Really," Rosa suddenly perked right back

we're still

left in his plate while contemplating in his head. Every so often the television would grab his

Without looking in her direction, David asked Esmeralda, "Do you remember the Constino case from back home,

instant. Esmeralda then placed her fork down onto her plate

and folded his hands. "I don't know for sure. But what's happening here sounds awfully similar to

Vinnie Constino was a gangster." Rosa mentioned. "This thing is an escaped animal

"Who told you that it was from

around

never be contained in a zoo." David stated in a listless tone. "No,

does Constino come into this?" Esmeralda

places in Chicago. He was never a random killer. He was very meticulous in his choice of slayings." David then rested his hands on his stomach. "Something is just not adding up in all of this. Why would this thing break into and attack a roller rink, a school with only five people inside and a women's shelter? What was it about these specific places that attracted

this one movie where certain smells caught the attention of this vampire that went around

the young lady with downcast eyes, as

his wife, David urged, "C'mon, Esmeralda, you heard it. What did you make of

"What do you mean, what