It would be a few months later before I encounter anything else unusual . I went to work part time delivering pizzas, every night I worked there I thought I would see someone out of the corner of my eye in the seat next to me. One night I heard this voice next to me say " Ron be carefull your going to be robbed" . Well I get to the end of my shift and nothing had happened so I thought it was just my imagination . The next day I come home take a shower and get ready to deliver pizzas, I get out of the shower and I can't find my belt, I just had it on before showering , I go to get my other belt and I can't find it either, but there is a piece of rope hanging there instead . I tie this rope around the first two loops of my pants and it knots up, I figure I would have time to fix it later. I get on to work and the first delivery I went on I got robbed by six guys with pipes . They hog tie me and procede to beat me, I lay there playing dead and I hear one say pull down his pants I want to get me some of that ,then I hear one say I can't he has a rope tied in a knot and it won't come undone. When these guys are finally caught I find out the one that wanted to rape me was HIV positive. Now that must of been a guardian angel that helped me that day , anyway I thank God for the way it turned out.

My next encounter would come on january 13,1996 at around 6:oopm it had been cold all week with a high temperature of eighteen degrees fahrenhiet for the week. Our pipes had froze and I was thawing them out with a propane torch, after I finished thawing the ones in the garage I heard this whisper say "You just caught your house on fire". At the time I just ignored it, but today if I was to hear something like that I would definately look into it, about three hours go by and the lights in the kitchen start to flicker then the cable on the T.V. goes out I walk into the kitchen and see the garage full of smoke, I tell Teri to get out of the house that is was on fire. I try to call 911 but the phone was dead . We get out and I use the cell phone to call the fire department then I run back in to gather what belongings I could while waiting for help to arrive . I go in three times and the last time I am in there the electric goes off and the house is full of smoke, well I can't see , I'm lost and gasping for air. I fall to the ground thinking this would be the end of my life when I hear a voice saying "Don't do this to me it's not your time ". Here I am gasping and exhausted crawling around looking for the way out when I hear this voice again saying " Follow my voice I will get you out, don't give up I love you". After that all I could hear was" follow me" and " this way", I followed the voice to the door and made it out of what could of easily been my death bed . At the time I didn't reveal that to anyone for fear of being thought of as a nut , but today I know it was again my guardian angel or my deceased Mother whom I was very close to,she had only been gone now for five months.

My Wife Get's Pregnant

We had been in our new house now for a few monthes when one april evenning I was making love to Teri when I heard two distinct whispers. One asked "Did he pregnate her" and the other one answered "Yes". At the time I didn't think much of it but about a monthe and a half later I again hear a voice telling me that Terri was pregnant to take her to the doctor . I ask Teri when her last period was and she looked at me and said " it's been too long ago , I think I'm pregnant". I tell her I had a feeling that she was pregnant so we buy a home pregnancy test kit and it tested positive. The next day we schedual a doctors appointment to confirm it and to our delight our dreams had finally come true we were going to be parents finally after fifteen years of trying.

It was after Teri got pregnant the activity around me really started to pick up, she said that on several occasions that I would hit her in my sleep , I mean try to really hurt her , she would try to wake me up but couldn't .On one occassion I had bloodied her nose in my sleep and the next morning all I could remember was a dream I had about fighting with aliens and winning.

Well with the thought of hurting Teri while I slept I began sleeping in my office or the living room away from her, with my doing this I was bridging the gap between us even further making myself feel like I was all alone in this world.

One evening I went to work on one of my vacant units that the owner had just purchased from the state as a result of an estate probate settlement . The owner had passed away about sixteen monthes earlier an elderly lady that lived alone and the relatives could not be located . I started off preparing the walls to paint when I heard this elderly lady crying , I walked outside to have a look around but I couldn't hear her out there . I went back in and heard her again this time I turned off my radio and walked around the house searching for her voice I get in the hallway and noticed that's where it was the loudest . I look up and see the attic door , I pull it down and the crying stops , now with my previous experiance of knowing that when I hear someone and can't see them it has to be a spirit.

I climb up the steps to the attic and notice it is full of clothes , nicknacks and pictures , upon seeing this I think to myself , well I might find a few things to keep and donate the rest to charity . Right after that thought I heard her crying again . Now having experiance with this sort of thing I say to her "Can you hear me ? I can hear you crying". With that she answered " You can hear me" , I could fill the hairs on my body stand on end and cold chills shoot through my body. I answered back to her yes I can hear you , she told me her name and said that her grand son would be arriving soon not to give her things to anyone but him . I asked her her grandsons name and she told me , she said that she was waiting on his return that she hadn't seen him since he was four years old. She told me to look in this one box containing pictures she wanted to show me a picture of him.

I guess I talked to her about an hour before I got bored and she sensed this because she said she knew I had work to do and that I should do it as her grandson would be by soon . Before I left her I promised her I would turn her things over to her grandson if he arrived , she reassurred me that he would . Well I worked on this house about two weeks before I had it ready to rent . I took applications on it for three days and her grandsons name wasn't on any of them , well I couldn't wait any longer , I had to rent this unit out so I picked up the best applicant to give him a call . As I picked up the phone I didn't hear a dial tone so I say "Hello" and the person on th other end wants to know if the house is still available to rent . I tell them no and he said that was too bad that he drove by it and thought that it was his grandmothers old house . I ask his name and sure enough it was her grandson . Now cold chills come over me and I tell him that I found his name on some papers and some of his grandmothers things were in the attic . I ask him if he would like to pick them up , he asked why his grandmother sold the house without taking everything and I told him that she had passed away .

He couldn't understand why he wasn't contacted but I told him I knew nothing about it but would arrange to meet him there to pick up the rest of her belongings. Upon meeting him he had his wife and two sons with him , we go into the house and I hear the old lady say "See I told you he would arrive". Now he couldn't hear her but I could and she asked me if I was going to let him live there . Well I don't know what came over me but it just seemed like the right thing to do to let him live there close to her even though he had no ideal that she was still there. I figured this way she could be close to her family even though they couldn't hear or see her but the deceased like to watch over the living despite of that . Now this guy didn't have a job or all of the rent because he had car trouble moving from out of state but the old lady reassurred me he was good for it .Now that was a chance I would have to take , I paid the rest of the rent for him and he paid me back within two months and he was never late with his rent . You see not all my experiances are unpleasant ones but read on most of them are.

When Teri was about six monthes pregnant we took birthing classes together, I thought by doing this it would bring us closer together,but it didn't. The changes she was going through and my depression was just too much for me to handle at this time so I turned to alcohal for comfort and kept to myself most of the time..Christmas had come and gone and all I could think of was how much I missed my Mom, she had been gone a year and a half now.

As Teri's pregnancy got closer to the due date I was feeling like a neglected child, the communication we once had that kept us close to one and other over the years was gone , my life seemed to be taking a turn for the worse. It was the middle of january 1997 when Teri went into labor , luckily I was at home in my office at the time. We went to the birthing center and got her checked in , we were there for five hours when I decided that I couldn't take it any more without something to drink. I called one of my sisters to come up there to keep her company while I went to get something to calm me down. Well while I was at the bar up the road I told some rough looking guy I had met what was going on and he said I was in for a long night that he had something to help me stay awake, he handed me a little bag with a white substance in it. I looked at him and told him that I didn't do drugs and he reasured me that they were harmless, What a fool I was for listening to that guy, fore that was the beginnig of my own personal passage to hell.

Teri was in labor for eighteen hours when she finally gave birth to the most beautiful little girl I had ever laid my eyes on.By this time I was glad that I had excepted that little bit of cocaine from that guy , I thought at the time that my depression was cured in just one dose. After the baby was born Terri and I were close again for about two months , that's when the drug use started to show on me. I was doing more and more coke , my exscuse for it was our daughter was a colic baby. My depression was back , I was irratable , my business started to suffer and our love life was nil.When I realized what a stupid mistake I had made with drugs it was too late , every time was the last time I would tell myself , well there is always the next time to make it the last time , when it comes to quitting drugs.

By the time the baby was six months old I was in so much pain , again I felt neglected by the lack of attention from Teri , she suspected I was on drugs all the time. Over the next couple of months I watch her move her things out of the house one or two things at a time , she thought that way I wouldn't take notice over what she was doing. Finally in september I asked her if she was planning on leaving me , she said yes , I told her she might as well because the only thing left was the baby bed and a few of her clothes and I helped her move the rest of the way out.

With Teri and my daughter gone I had no will left in me , I was so heart broke I realized I had to get off this drug , I laid in bed and went to sleep and every time I would wake up I would take a sleeping pill to put me back to sleep. This went on for about a week, well after I felt that all the drugs were out of my system I started putting my life back together again . Three weeks go by without any alcohal or drugs and I figure it's time to get my wife and baby back home where they belong. I go to talk to Teri to tell her that I was getting my life back together and I wanted them to come home with me.Teri really shocked me with what she had to say , she didn't remember me being at the hospital when the baby was born all she could remember was bad things about me. Well Teri refused to come home with me telling me she wanted to make sure I was off drugs and remained off them, she told me if I remained drug free for another three months she would return home with the baby.

With Teri still gone I thought that it would be in my best intrest to go and live with my Dad for awhile to keep myself off drugs and alcohal and to keep him company , so over the weekend I go ahead and move my belongings over to Dads house and get settled in there.

STEVES FIRST VISIT

Three months go by and I stayed drug free , I go to talk to Teri and ask her to come home again , again she refused. This time I was devestated I felt a feeling of hate towards her that I have never felt before , and I never want to exsperience it again , then I felt my heart fall to pieces. I go home and start crying for about two hours untill I fall asleep. At around 2:30 am I awaken thinking about her and cry some more , then at about 3:00am I hear this strange noise outside my bedroom window , the only way I know how to describe it is it was a cross between a bullfrog and a horse. I open the window to look out at what I was hearing and there was this awful disgusting smell of some type of wild animal , a cross between a rhino and an elephant. The best way I can describe it is if you ever went to the pachaderm house at the zoo it resembled the stinch you would smell there!  I never did actually see anything at the time but that smell seemed to linger on for days!

I was not prepared for what happened next , I heard that strange sound then something spoke to me trying to get me to kill myself , I mind you I was not suicidal nor on drugs at the time , he said his name was Steve and he was a friend from way back and I should kill myself and join him because I was dying of a broken heart anyway , then he let out that strange sound and that's when I found out that the smell I was smelling was his breath. I tell you for some strange reason I didn't feel afraid , I felt at peace   with this thing , I just couldn't figure out why. Steve talked to me trying over and over to get me to kill myself and I refused to. Well now the past events in my life had opened up a door to the other side at times, but for some reason this time it wouldn't shut. We talked that first night for three hours, Steve seemed to know everything about me and I was irratated by that , this first encounter with him, he knew every event that had taken place in my life and that left me wondering what all this was about.

Was Steve what we refer to as satan?   Was he a demon of somekind ?  Why did he use every thing I know and believed in against me? Was this something to do with religion ? I had so many unanswered questions that I wanted answers to ,well I have my answers now, but you will have to keep reading to find them .Steve was the most powerful spirit I had ever come across if he didn't like what he was looking at it dissapeared while he was around , now that was suppose to scare me I guess but it didn't I was mainly concerned if I was going to get it back when he left. Steve would only talk about my death that first night trying to get me to join him . Still my main concern was,was this saten after my soul? Well if it was I wasn't giving it up that easily , not without a fight. Now I'm not a church going person but I do have my spiritual beliefs and that is why I am here today to write about these strange events that take place in my every day life. I have found that the key to all of this is belief , if a person possesses the power of belief then he has the power to turn things around in every day life.

STEVES SECOND NIGHT OF HIS FIRST VISIT

Steve came by the next night I don't remember the time exactly, it could of been around three in the morning I just don't remember the exact time, though I know it was late.The second time he visited I had a writing pad and pen and was writing down what I was saying to them and I remember someone reading it as I wrote, then I guess he had got tired of that or didn't like it because he told me to quit talking out loud that we could talk mentally , well that's how we talked from then on.On this second visit he had what seemed like a whole army of spirits with him, I could actually feel the energy they were putting off, they were moving things around my room teasing me. I have a hot wheels collection and they had them all flying around my room, sometimes stopping them right in front of my nose going vroom vroom then laughing at me.It looked like a scene out out of a horror film , this time I was getting scared but I tried my best not to show it. As I look back on this night it seems comical to me now with all that was going on in my room ,but it didn't at the time because I was scared thinking that they had come to steal my soul or at least scare it out of me !

The second night is where I learned about belief , Steve had me believing I could move things around the room my own self just by believing I could. I started off with a small pencil then tried one of my hotwheel cars,before too long I was moving anything I wanted to just by thinking about it. I know now that this was a lesson he wanted me to learn in order to fight with one of them at a later date.

I guess I was getting use to the smell because it didn't bother me as much this time , it didn't seem to smell as bad as the night before , I wondered to myself was this because I was becoming one of them? Well I do remember getting hungry the second night and they got upset because I wanted to go down stairs to get something to eat , and we argued over that untill I lost my appetite so I remained in my room still wondering how they planned on killing me to get to my soul.

What did I do to deserve this I kept asking myself, was this connected to my former drug use? I knew I didn't have a nervouse break down because the way things were unfolding , all the objects that would fly around the room and the smell I was smelling , that couldn't be a halucination I was having , not two nights in a row and wide awake.

Steve talked to me all through the the night and for some reason I started confessing every sin I had ever commited to him but before I was through confessing it was sunrise and that meant time for them to leave , I was relieved to see them go again.