On a cold winter’s night, a group of friends sat in a café, chatting, and each of them was telling a strange story that happened to him in his life, and he did not find a logical explanation for it, and in the meantime, I noticed a stranger sitting near us, and he was listening intently to what we were saying without even realizing it. He listens intently to what we say without participating in the conversation.

After each one finished telling his story, I turned to that stranger and one of them asked him: (Master, have there been no events in your life for which you did not find any explanation?) A story that may seem a normal story and may be strange because I have not found any explanation for it yet.) Here everyone paid attention to our conversation and turned to the strange man and asked him to tell them his story so that they could decide if it was really strange. his story.

Last year I lived in one of the old houses on Osmond Wall Street, and the drainage system in that house was not working properly, so the walls cracked and the wallpaper in my room was damaged, and strange shapes appeared similar to maps due to the humidity, and these shapes were changing every One day, I noticed that it formed a human face in the middle of the wall, and the strange thing is that this face that appeared due to moisture and with the help of wallpaper did not change at all, but increased in clarity until it became a very clear human face as if it was a photograph after its delicate features such as eyes, hair, nose and head composition appeared.

I had a feeling that there is a person in this world who looks like him after his image was completely imprinted in my mind, so I began to search for the owner of this face among passersby, so that I might meet him. In my movements, the police and the neighbors, but I did not care for them because I was not watching the women because all my attention was only to the men, but with all that I failed to find the owner of that face that appeared on the wall of my room.

That strange man was silent for a moment, then wiped his face with the palm of his hand, signs of thought and fatigue began to appear on his face, and then continued to tell his story (and finally I found him, yes I found the owner of the face and he was taking a taxi east of Piccadilly, so I did not hesitate to track him until we reached a station The trains, and our friend was accompanied by a lady and a little girl, who were on their way to France via the Channel, however I continued to track them until they climbed onto the back of the ship that would cross them to the French shore. On the ship, the man and his group disappeared inside one of the private suites, and I waited until the man got out so that he could board the ship with the little girl.

The strange man was silent for a moment and then continued to tell his story (I approached the man with the face and asked him with boldness to give me his own card because I need it most, and here the man liked it, but with that he put his hand in his pocket and took out a golden card that he presented to me and then left with the girl quietly without He asks me about the reason, and after I leave, I withdraw in one of the corners and look at the card. I was appalled by what I saw and the world revolved around me, and I was dizzy that was not caused by the sea, but what I saw was the reason. I read in the card (Strawsmon Wall) from the United States (And Osmon Wall) is the name of the street in which I live, and the word (wall) means a wall.

The strange man stopped telling his story and we looked at each other, his story exceeded everything we had seen this evening, but the story was not over yet. A well-known figure, an American millionaire of British origin who lives between America and England, but I did not know his address in London, and on that day I fell into a deep sleep from the severity of fatigue, and in the morning I opened my eyes and looked at the wall where there is a picture (Osmolen Wall) drawn by the humidity.

It started so faint this morning that I could hardly recognize it, the thing that made me sad, so I went out of the house and when I read the morning newspapers, I saw this news, an American millionaire in a car accident, and I read that the well-known millionaire Osmon Wall had a car accident and is now in the recovery room after his condition worsened, he stopped The strange man refused to tell his story and then continued (Strangely enough, when I returned to my room, the picture of the face painted on the wall had completely vanished.)

Some cracks and strange shapes disappeared from the dampness and in the evening came the evening papers announcing the death of Mr. Osmoulen Wall and so the story ended, but the strange man fell silent after he completed his story and we all cried (it is a really strange story, a story that cannot be explained in any way because it is stranger than fiction .)
And here the strange man said (Yes, it is indeed a strange story, but there are three things that can be clarified about this story. First, it is normal that a picture of a face appears on the wall due to moisture and resembles a person, but when this picture disappears with the death of this person, it is a strange and inexplicable matter Secondly, that the name of the person matches the name of the place in which it appeared. This is another matter that cannot be explained either.

The strange man got up from his seat and then began to leave, and before he left someone asked him (Excuse me, sir, I said there are three things that can be clarified about this story and you only mentioned two.) And here the strange man answered coldly: (Ah.. I'm sorry I I forgot to explain to you the third thing about the story, which is that I composed it in less than half an hour while I was listening to.. your talk.), then left in our astonishment!!