The Face Wall

Sometimes you see people and you know they are different rather special would be a better word. He is a banker, nice person very quiet, calm, someone you will notice for being simple. Well first I should tell a little bit about his history, well-educated family background and he was an adopted son, the only one in the family, his parents died of cancer, he lost his mother at a very small age and then his father when he turned 24, he donated approximately everything he inherited, which was about 50 million. So what he actually inherited was a house which he purchased from the inherited money, an average small house in a normal locality. Let us hear the story from the man himself……………………
I will start straight away. The wall of my bedroom was not plastered so water seeped through it to make shapes and other stuff on the wall, you all should have seen that, but this was nothing normal, whatever appeared on that wall entered my life, first was a face, face of my best friend, john, I met him at the bank and soon we were really good friends, actually he was my only friend. Maybe I didn’t need any one else. Second was the women from the coffee shop we too became friends, but she went after her wedding, she went to Australia. The third was my dog “killer”, he was just opposite to his name the smallest and the cutest dog I ever saw in my life. Fourth my neighbor and many more. Until now what so ever came on the wall came into my life too within two days. But now the picture on the wall stopped changing.
But when the face was of the girl of dreams appeared, it made me wait, wait long, but she came and she came directly to me, well because our bags exchanged at the mall, then the first time I went to a disco, there she was sitting, enjoying her cocktail, I went to her and said hi and asked that what did she do except making men drop their jaws with her beauty. She was extraordinary, she was a lecturer, and she was the rarest and the deadly combination of beauty with brains. My first date went very good, which resulted in many more.
That day, she was coming over to my house for dinner, I had everything ready, except the cork opener, “I don’t know how the hell I missed that, my neighbor has borrowed it I will be right back” I said and left. When I came back she was there, lying still on the floor, which blood all over her white sparkling dress. When I came to my senses, I called john, he came over and then we decided we should call the police as he made out that she was stabbed in her back, so I called the police, they came and went in and came out and said there is nothing inside, I ran up the stairs stumbled and fell and fainted. When I came to my senses I took them to the room and there was nothing, no blood, nothing and then I asked about john and then they said when they came here, there was no one here but me. I took the police officials in the bedroom to show them the picture of the girl I was talking about on the wall. The wall was plastered and clean. I fainted again.
Now when I came to my senses I was strapped and a beam of light hurting my eye, soon enough I realized I was in a Citi scan machine, doctor told me my brain was internally injured when I fell from the stairs. I asked about the cops; doc. said they left as there is nothing they could have done. I told him my story, he told me to call john, well I didn’t had my cell phone so he asked for the number and I told him, “the number you r are calling does not exists, please check the number”. I didn’t understand anything, but my doctor did and he said that he thought I was hallucinating things, the word sounded really good in movies, but not now, now it sounded impossible. Doc. thought that the injury to my brain may have stopped my hallucination; I said I can prove that everything is real, I have photos, he said let us check them, I went home and there were no photos, killer was also not there. Now I understood why always people in public places looked at me as if I was mad. That wall was the masterpiece of my imagination.