Sheriff Mark Lamb

So we're standing there, and he looks up.

And it's the face of Christ.

Whoa, clean, clear, doesn't say anything.

And I look at the other two guys with me and we just looked at each other and we were just like, what are we seeing?

He put his head back down and we never saw his face again.

We took him.

We got his candle, we got his milk, and we're freaked out at this point, because we're just thinking, what did we just go through?

I mean, he just locked eyes with me, just looked up, looked at me like this, and looked back down.

So we walked this guy over, we put him in this little, we walked through this gate, and in this room was a little storage closet.

and this is where he lives.

It was no bigger than he had a chair in the storage closet, bunch of junk behind him.

He had a table with old candles and we put his milk on his table and his candles.

And on the way there, he's like, who are you?

We just said, we're just angels from our Lord taking you home.

So two days later, we show back up.

We're knocking on the door, nothing.

We asked these kids out playing.

We're like, hey, where's the guy that lives here?

And they said, oh, he died two nights ago.

Can you go back?