Last week a homeless guy wandered into our church to tell me about his conversation with Satan. I took notes because I am absolutely going to work this into a story someday. Here's what I've got:

Physical description: lean, leathery, neatly trimmed white beard and hair; estimated age sixty-ish; certainly does not "look" homeless/crazy/etc. He wore a wedding ring. His tee shirt was on inside-out and backwards because, he said, there was a picture of George W. Bush on the front. 

He told me he has a wife and five-year-old daughter. He heard a male voice--not human--one night. It laughed at him and said, "Leave." The man is very afraid; "He's coming. I don't know who he was. One of his minions. I get all goofy, and it's not the meds. The voices are there."