The Prophet

By Alan R. Brown

This novel was inspired by real events
that occurred during my early days of ministry.
There have been supernatural events that I know
were orchestrated by God. It is my hope that all
that read this book will seek the supernatural in
the true and living God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514450499

Alan R. Brown

Alan Brown was born February 18th 1961 in Los Angeles California. I have been a Minister and a Prophet for over twenty years. I was inspired to write from my journalism class At Southwestern Academy in San Marino, California. This novel was inspired by real events that occurred during my early days of ministry. There have been supernatural events that I know were orchestrated by God. It is my hope that all that read this book will seek the supernatural in the true and living God. This book is dedicated to Jesus Christ the Great High Priest and Apostle of our faith. Romans 10:9-10

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Chapter 1

1969

In A South Los Angeles neighborhood there was a mixture of cultures Black and Latino. It was a street full of palm trees and urban life. Kids were playing regularly in the street when they weren't climbing the fence of the school at the end of the block to get to the basketball, handball or volleyball courts. The houses were common and built in the in the late 1940's. There was one family left on the block most of the families had moved away and now the block was quiet. The wind blew through the trees as wood planks creaked with the mood of an old abandoned western ghost town. Of the nine children who were members of a single parent home three of the youngest were still at a playful age. The youngest sister was thirteen her pigtails were thick and long on the sides of her face. She was taller than her younger brothers who were like twins even though they were two years apart in age. Sis was kind and balanced in her nature and fair. She looked out for her younger brothers. She had light brown skin and soft brown eyes and a kind smile when she laughed. She wore bobby socks and a blue and black plaid shirt with a colorful top with white, orange and pink colors. She was protective of her siblings and smart.

The older of the two brothers was a ten year old brown skinned African American youth. His hair was in a short Afro and he wore a t-shirt with brown stripes and blue jeans and tennis shoes with blue stars on them. He was very confident in himself and his abilities. Being very competitive was a great part of his nature. He loved to play to win. He wanted to always be known as being the best at what ever he did. The younger brother was eight years old and similar in appearance yet a little stronger and taller for his age. He had a kind gentle nature unless provoked. Some of their older brothers and sisters had moved out. Some of the brothers were drafted into the army. The older sisters were working in new jobs and were moving on. But these three and their baby brother remained in the house to be raised by their single mother. They were all bored and there was nothing to do inside the house. The older sister and brother had gotten skates last Christmas and they all shared the bicycle that they had received after the holidays.

It was the last week that we would be living on our street. The neighborhood had been sold to the elementary school up the street. Our home would become a playground or parking lot. This was one of the last times we would have to play on the street that we loved. My brother and sister decided to get me to ask mom if we could go out. So I went to her and asked if we could go play. She said Yes but you will have to be home before sundown. I answered ok and off we went. My brother said" sis thinks you are strong, but I say prove it. How I said? Pull us down the street on the bike while we skate, if we are not too heavy. So they grabbed the back of the seat and I pulled them on their skates down the street. I told you he could do it said sister. Sure, all right already brother replied. We rolled past boarded up and abandoned homes. We were the last to move from the neighborhood. The only sound that was heard was the sound of our wheels rolling down the cracked sidewalks. As we passed by a particular house my brother shouted, he may be strong but let's see how brave he is!

I dare you to go into that abandoned house. Why that one I asked? Brother answered, That is the house that the old man died in. Go in if you are not scared! I'm not scared! I replied. We'll all go said sister. Now the house was in very bad condition. It had torn curtains and broken floor panels and broken chairs and holes in the walls. As we went to the door, I was surprised to find it open. We went into the house and it was dark and eerie and then I saw that there was something on the walls. I said to my brother and sister, what is that? Brother said it looks like red paint. It could be blood. You're just trying to scare us sister said. As we looked around we heard a noise that sounded like a heartbeat, it got louder, and louder and louder still!!! Let's get out of here they screamed!!! My sister and brother ran out of the house first, but they let the door shut tight behind them leaving me as they raced home screaming. I was trapped franticly trying to pull the door knob open. Then I felt a cold presence and heard an eerie voice as the door came open. I ran out of the house. I heard the evil voice laughing, as if it were taunting me. I stopped turned and looked back as if in defiance. Then I could hear my mother's voice calling me down the street saying time to come in now! I slowly turned to walk back to our home as the sun began to set.

Chapter 2

1985

Pastor John