Tell me about a random unsolved mystery in your life....

Maardy Baa Lamb I know the answer to yours. I work in alumni relations and we pay tracking companies to hunt people down with whom we have lost contact. Every university does it. People are always surprised to receive a magazine through the post 30 years after graduating having not heard a peep since.

Thanks twighlight! It's nice to know that it is an actual mystery, and I'm not the only one who wondered but still doesn't know. I must say I'm surprised it isn't boringly prosaic!

I can hear it if it's upstairs but never in my bag! I think I'm going to recreate the scene by using the landline to call myself and see if either of us hear it! I should have said that we live in a hot country so we have the a/c on which is pretty noisy!

PinkLemons I can often hear my phone vibrating even in a different room. Especially if it's upstairs, the sound magnifies through the floorboards.

It doesnt explain how she felt it vibrate though.

Just had a bit of a freaky experience! DD age 4 cuddled up on sofa with me. I had my arm around her with my hand resting on her arm. She turned to me and said "why is your hand vibrating?" (She recently learned the word). I replies that it wasn't and she said "it is! I can feel it on my arm! It must be your phone ringing"
I always have my phone set to silent and usually have it in my pocket. It was in my bag which I had put in the understairs cupboard which is in a totally different room to where we were. I checked and sure enough I had just missed a call!
It was on silent so she can't have heard it. Surely she wouldn't have heard it vibrate?

ResponsibleAdult - a friend of mine was house hunting recently and went to a house that felt very similar, as if it was currently lived in, complete with a book on the bedside table with a scrap of paper in it half way through as the book mark, newspapers in the magazine rack, stuff in the washing basket etc, but an air of having no one living in it. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt false - but too many little touches like hair on the hair brush to make it just be a staged house by an estate agent.

She asked around and one of the mums at school knew someone else that lived on that street, turns out it was owned by a couple who had both died in a car accident - the family had sent in cleaners to keep the place clean before viewings, but obviously the personal touches hadn't been removed.

Oh and I still want to know what happened to the person who was trapped in the basement?

ResponsibleAdult, they will have left for their own protection.

I would be out of that house like a shot if I found that out LadyFlump that's too creepy for me. And Greyhounds story gave me the heebie jeebies too, it's like Gothika. Oh and the MNer whose DD saw a man in the rafters at the mill, that is creepy too, kids must be more open to "other worldly" vibes, any stories like that that my pals tell me have all been when they were younger.

A friend of mine has been talking on facebook about an energy she thinks is in her house. She has been redecorating and thinks she has disturbed it through that but she doesn't seem bothered. People are telling her to talk to it, apologise and tell it she means no harm to put it to rest again. I would be petrified!

Who closed my dd's bedroom curtains again this morning
My dd stayed at her friends last night.whenever she stays away i still close her bedroom curtains.this morning i got up and went in and opened them then went downstairs had breakfast etc then went up to have a shower.i went into her room to get the hairdryer and her curtains were closed.my dh is away working so no-one else here.

Why is there so much of the week left after the nice food from the weekly shop has run out?

My mums just told me one, a friend of hers bought a derelict farmhouse as a do up project. He did the house up no problems and started on the garden. After the first day of working on the garden he came in and said to his wife that he didn't feel very well and went for a lie down. His condition worsened rapidly and he was blue lighted into hospital with swollen hands, tongue and throat.

The doctors said he must of had an allergic reaction to something in the garden and to wear thick gloves in future.

This happened three more times, even with the gloves, each time the attacks got worse.

He had the soil tested in the end and the results showed that the ground was full of dangerous levels of Arsenic! After a lot of asking around he found out that the last owners of the farm in the sixties had one day just randomly poisoned all their livestock, buried it all in the garden then committed suicide....

It clearly didn't bother him too much as he had all the soil removed, a load of new soil put in and now enjoys a good life in his beautiful farmhouse!

Yes it is a long time! Didn't realise how long it had been until I calculated, it was bought before dd was born.

learnermummy yuck!

saga I've thought about termites or wood eating bugs, but we don't have termite type things in this country do we? And why hasn't the table disintergrated after all these years? Yes I'm waiting for the table to get really old then I'll saw it in half to see what's inside, am scared it'll be a big fat maggot type thing with teeth...that's been alive for 7 years .

Fontella, I second allhailqueenmab's point - were you brought up in that area, so might you have seen the house when you were a child and it scared you for some reason - then you dreamt about it many years later and your more recent sighting of it has brought back all those childhood fears?

And Greyhound, that is just terrifying

Weird, BigRedBall! I wonder if it's been sustaining an insect of some sort for years?

If you ever get rid of the table will you be tempted to bust it open and see?

7 years is a long time bigredball! I once brought a wooden giraffe back from an African holiday and one day (months later) found a strange looking beetle on the hearth next to it and a hole in the giraffe that the beetle must have escaped from!

This thread is wonderfully weird.

I have a current mystery. I have a set of 3 small coffee tables. My dad bought them for me because they matched my decor when I redecorated my living room. The medium sized one always gives off a weird sound, like a crunching or gnawing sound every so often like the wood is being scraped from the inside. I've knocked it and hit it around but it'll stop for a few minutes and then start again. Sometimes it won't happen for days but then it starts and it's really loud. What could it be? oh and it's been happening for about 7 years now.

Yes, Revolting! Well done!

Sorry for typos!

Loving this thread. haven't really got any woooo stories, I not woo at all. This is the only thing I can think of right how:
Last summer we were looking to rent a big house between myself DH my DF and DB (and DHs 2 sons at weekends.) I was pregnant with dd. It was tense as we were so desperate to move and finding so we here was difficult I.e 6 bedroom, takes pets, in budget, garden, separate lounges etc. Every time we went to visit the house we wanted Bob Marleys 'don't worry bout a thing' came on the radio on different stations. Once we'd moved in I didn't hear it again.
Then during my emergency c section about 3 months later, after a terrifying 5 hours of DDs heart rate disappearing and dipping (we thought we'd lost her-pre eclampsia) and a whole hour struggle to get the epidural in that song came on over the speakers in theatre literally as she was being pulled out! She was born 4lb 6oz and spent 3weeks in NICU for some blood sugar issues and is now a very healthy 5 month old. Not heard the song since.
Not very woo compared to others I guess

Twilight, I sent you a message. My only woo experience. We, ie Mum, sis and I went to view a property for sale. Dishes in the plates rack, marmalade on the table, mugs in the sink. Clothes upstairs and a child's ride along car thing knocked over in the drive. Thick dust on everything, clearly the house had been empty for a long time and this was late 70s or early 80s, not sure which.

Estate agent very cagey about what happened to the family, but clearly the family had all just got up, walked out, locked the door and never came back. Still creeps me and sis out. Where did the family go and why?

When I was about nine or thereabouts we got a new girl at school, a year or two older than me. She was the sister of a girl in my year. The girl in my year had, we had believed, been an only child.

No-one had ever heard mention of any sibling. People had regularly gone to tea at the house and no other child had lived there.

Where had the sister been all that time? Where had she been living? Was she a full or half sister? Why did I never ask my classmate when I had the chance?

Several years ago I put in a load of washing. It was a fine day so I hung the clothes on the line once washed. I like to hang outfits together so they get taken in together and sorted/ironed together.

I hung the top of a pair of child's pyjamas but couldn't find the bottoms. I was positive I'd put both pieces into the washing machine, but presumed the bottoms had been stuck to the drum and were in the process of being rewashed along with the next lot of washing.

When the next lot of washing was finished I took care to completely empty the drum before putting in the next load. Still no pyjama bottoms.

That was three or four years ago and the bottoms never turned up. I am still positive I put them in the machine along with the top. I can understand a solitary sock finding its way inside the seal (although I couldn't find a gap in the seal of that particular machine) but a pair of pajamas bottoms? Surely not. Where did they go?

I have a pair of stud penguin earrings. Last night before I went out I went to change them and realised I'd lost one. Gutted because they were from the Falkland Islands. This morning changing my daughter's nappy I spot something in her tummy button. Yep it was the back of my earring!!! Was just telling my DH the story of 'guess what I found?' when I spotted something on her bedroom carpet. The front of the earring! Now obviously only a matter of hours had gone by but how the hell had it got in her tummy button? And I'd been in her room a good hour without spotting the front bit. Anyway. I'm just happy I found it

A few years ago I had tickets for the Show-jumping final of the 2009 European Championship in Windsor and I wanted to wear a certain outfit that had to be washed. I put the load of washing on in the early evening the night before but then a friend called me to ask me out for drinks. Of course I wanted to go, but I had a problem: the load of washing was still on and for some weird reason, you needed to put it on spin again after the circle to be able to open the door. I thought well if I don't return too late I can put it on spin again and hang it on the radiator over night.

I had a great night out with my friend, returned home and the first thing I saw was an open standing wash machine door. I thought my flatmates who were on holiday came back early but no. Now the weird bit: the wash machine was unplugged. I never ever unplug it and it really freaked me out.