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

Fontella, if your parents have lived there for a long time, might you have formed a memory of that house as a child or something?
you can remember things you don't remember you have remembered.... maybe that strange house, the only one of its kind, made an impression on you when you went past in a car when you were 6 or something

On two separate occasions now, over 10 years in different houses, I've lost an earring and then its turned up a couple of years later somewhere really obvious that couldn't possibly have been overlooked. In one case in a blanket on the sofa (large earring, no way I'd ignored it for two years), and more recently an earring which disappeared from a box in my bathroom cabinet then turned up on the side in a different bedroom, not caught up in anything, just there. 3 years on from when it had gone

Loving this thread, although reading some of the spooky ones whilst on holiday in a caravan on a windy evening is not the one!!

Kind of proud that my "loyal keys" got a mention

A few months ago I took the stereo upstairs while I did some cleaning. I put it on the bed and plugged it in the socket on the wall down the side of the bed. When I finished I switched it off at the wall and went out.

I came home and went back upstairs. The stereo was on standby. I thought, "I must have forgotten to switch it off at the wall," and turned it on. My ipod was in the ipod dock, set on shuffle. The song "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" by Neil Young came on. I realised it was time to get the dcs from school and went to switch the stereo off at the wall.

It was already switched off.

After a moment of "WTF???" I realised the switch must be faulty. I unplugged the stereo and the standby light went out.

The next time I used that switch it was working properly.

A few weeks later I took the stereo upstairs again, into the dcs bedroom. I plugged my ipod on and put it on shuffle. Several songs played. Then, when I was on the other side of the room cleaning the window, "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" came on. Then it came on again. Usually the same song doesn't come up twice on shuffle. I went to look at the ipod, touched the screen and saw that it wasn't on shuffle anymore, it was on repeat.

I don't know how that could have happened, I was nowhere near it so couldn't have accidentally knocked it. Maybe a fly landing on the screen could have done it?

"Only Love Can Break Your Heart" doesn't have any kind of special significance to me or anything. It's just a weird coincidence that it twice kind of made itself heard when it shouldn't have.

Greyhound and Fontella - both those stories have given me the shivers!!

Whilst in early Labour with dd at home dh was trying to get me to eat something before going into hospital. I wasn't really hungry but agreed to jam on toast which he made. Returned home 3 days later with dd and just fancied a bit of jam on toast. No jam to be found anywhere and it was a full jar. This was 3 years ago we have never found it and we've had a new kitchen since!

Nursey - I'd imagine someone else had pooed n the bed before you got into it!

Oooh I'm loving this thread!

Curled up with a duvet and a cuppa and so far I'm on page 9 .. but as I'm reading I started rememembering a few unsolved mysteries of my own - one of which still scares the bejeezus out of me to this day.

This is going to be a long one ... sorry!

One night, years ago, when I lived a long way from where I am living now ... I had a dream that I was walking down this road and there was a street sign on the wall 'Ladydell Road'. I walked along the road until I got to this big old house on the left hand side and I opened the gate, went in and walked around the outside of the house. It was night time and dark and there was no-one else around, only me.

It was so clear and so detailed ... I walked around the front of the house, up the side, and then around the back following the contour of the walls. I tried the back door handle and it was locked, so I just carried on walking around outside for a bit ... and then I woke up.

Have no idea where the house or the road were supposed to be - the small country town I was living in at that time had no 'Ladydell Road' and even if it had, the architecture was all wrong anyway - the type of stone, just everything didn't fit the rural area I was living in.

It was so vivid and not at all dreamlike, like I was actually there and I was actually walking around this house as you would in 'real life' so to speak and it played on my mind for a few days.

My parents lived 350 miles from me, and when I next spoke to my mum on the phone in one of our regular chats, I told her about my dream, described the house (a big old Victorian detached villa with a gravel driveway). She laughingly said 'We've got a Ladydell Road in our town', but then added 'but it's either semis or terraced cottages up that road, there's no big detached places like you are describing'.

So the years passed and I forgot about it. Fast forward about 15 years, my relationship had broken down and I moved with my kids to the large, sprawling town where my parents were living, and where I still live today. Had been here for about five years, when I had to run an errand to a part of town I'd had no reason to go to previously.

Off I went, driving up all these unfamiliar roads, when I turned a corner and saw the street sign on a wall - yep, you've guessed it 'Ladydell Road'. Mum was right - 30s semis interspersed with short terraces of older cottages. But what she was wrong about was that there about halfway up, on the left hand side, exactly where I'd dreamt it was, exactly as I'd dreamt it, the EXACT same house that I'd dreamt - big old Victorian Villa, gravel driveway, gate ... that bloody house was right there!

I'm not lying when I say I nearly shat myself on the spot. I stopped the car, it was the same house, not similar, the same, everything about it. There didn't appear to be anyone living there - no cars, flowers or plants or anything outside but it wasn't in a state of disrepair either. The front door paint was in good order, likewise the window frames and masonry. Although it was clearly built as a residential property, there was nothing to suggest, present day, that it was someone's home, other than some rather greyish net curtains hanging in the windows. You could imagine it being a headquarters of some quango or organisation, or a firm of solicitors maybe, but there were no identifying signs up or anything of that nature. It was just this rather stark looking, lonely house sitting there - the odd one out in a road full of much smaller houses and exactly the same as it had been in my dream.

How in hell had I dreamt that, and more importantly why had I dreamt it? I'm not a one for woo of any kind and I lean far more towards scepticism and a scientific explanation for most things than I do towards the supernatural, but I can't explain how much it freaks me out that I dreamt of seeing something, being there, walking around it ... and then 20 years later driving down a road and seeing it EXACTLY as I'd dreamed it.

I've never gone back down the road since, it just gives me chills thinking about it. If I have to go to that part of town for any reason, I will go any possible route I can to avoid going that way.

It has literally scared the hell out of me and worse still, the only other person apart from my mum, that I've ever told about this (until now) really shit me up even more when she said "what if you were there? What if you were actually walking around that house that night, like a 'ghost' or something?"

I shut her right up, I can tell you - don't even want to go there!

But when I do occasionally think about it (and trust me I try not to) it still makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

My dad has just told me a horrid story, after I told him about this thread. He is a retired TV producer and, in the last forty years or so, has made lots of documentaries about mysteries, oddities and the paranormal. Having said that, he is generally sceptical about such matters.

Until I was about ten, Dad worked for Yorkshire TV (as it was called then, before the franchises in the early 1990s).

Every night, Dad drove home from his office in Leeds to our little village that was located just a mile off the A1.

One rainy evening, Dad caught sight of man thumbing a lift on one of the B roads near our house. He drove past him, but saw him again over several nights. The man had a hooded raincoat and carried a torch.

After a few nights, Dad stopped and offered the man a lift. The guy said he wanted to travel to a small town, a couple of miles from our village.

The chap was grateful for the lift, but my dad felt uneasy because the man talked, with great intensity, about various murders in Yorkshire.

Dad dropped the chap off In Boroughbridge - the town the hitchhiker had asked to be taken too.

The next day, Dad went to his car and found that there was a disgusting smell inside. It was repellent. Underneath the backseat, he found a tangle of rags that were stinking and rotten. He did not know how they got there.

One night, on his way home, he saw the hitchhiking guy, with raincoat and torch, in the middle of the road. To his horror, the man threw himself against Dad's windscreen. The impact made a massive noise and Dad screeched to a stop. He leapt out of the car, fully expecting to find a body, but there was nothing there.

He never saw the hitchhiker again, but his car was filled with a smell so rotten and odious that he got rid of it. He checked with the car dealer, but no smell was ever reported after the car was sold.

Murmuration, I have an answer.

It is the entrance to underground buildings. My husband remembers the sign said something like danger underground buildings.

The underground buildings are probably to do with the old airfield which the houses you can see we're built on.

Apparently part of it was still in use in the 1960's. it is widely rumoured to be a nuclear bunker entrance.

Sorry it's not a full definite answer

Rhine that made me chuckle!
I tried to look it up, but there is hardly anything. Only the relatives as directors. I think I'd just like to have a proper look inside, its so unusual.
PunkHedgehog I couldn't find it either. Just fascinates me as I walk past it several times a week.

I grew up in a small town with a naval base very near a dockyard. Near my house are some huge industrial tanks - I presume for gas or oil or something to do with the dockyard because they are guarded and behind barbed wire fences.

I woke one morning and my mom and brother were both exhausted. Apparently in the night, one of the guards had seen a young girl, 2-3 years old in a red coat running down the road. He had called the police, they had searched for her and even got the police helicopter out because there were woods and fields nearby that she could have run into and got lost.

The helicopters had flown really low over the houses in our road shining searchlights into all the gardens. I had managed to sleep through the whole thing!

But they never found a little girl and one was never reported missing. The local conclusion was that either the guard was drunk, hallucinating from drugs or had made up a story from boredom. But he must have been pretty convincing to have called out a police helicopter...
We have often wondered about it, and if there was more to the story...

We have just had one!

Took the dog to the vets, and overshot the car park so turned around in the driveway of the place dh used to work in.

Dd (3) piped up "that's Daddy's work" great, except Daddy hasn't worked there since she was 6 months old and the last time I was there was the day he handed his van back. (She was in the car though)

Definitely not been there since, totally different town to us, and she hasn't either. How on earth could she remember that?

ineedofsanity Near me there is a shop very much like that one, except it's a music shop. It's down a very quiet side street and has always baffled me because it's never ever open, it has a proper sign on the front with opening and closing times on it and even has guitars and other instruments in the window.

I've recently discovered that it's in fact a brothel, and the "music shop" is just a respectable front to divert attention from what's really going on inside.

Obviously I'm not saying that's what going on with this haberdashery, but as soon as I saw your photo it reminded me of the "music shop" near me

A Dangerous Thing, set in Devon. it was an early writing so it has a 70s feel

she is very good imo and I have read most of her novels as they are not too heavy going.

I had not heard of Sarah Harrison, she looks terrific. Which book did you mean?

Windchime, very Sixth Sense.

Boffin a good early Sarah Harrison novel was on a similar theme to that poem, worth a read.

My husband is an urban explorer , he likes abandoned country houses, farms etc.

He has found an amazing place, huge farmhouse , door open all intact and untouched from the 1980's. even a wallet with pound notes in it.

Dishes in a dish rack the lot. Clothes hung in wardrobes, all as if its untouched from 30 years ago.

Jewellery on a dressing table.

He took lots of photos and posts on a site but one rule is you do not disclose whee these places are to each other.

We were visiting a local, restored, watermill with DD when she was 2, and MIL. It has three floors with a working waterwheel on the ground floor and various rooms showing how flour was made. On this occasion, the top floor was given to local craft stalls. DD had really enjoyed exploring the rooms and watching the water but when we came to the room with the stalls, she looked up to the rafters and said "man......like this", and put her head to one side. She would not go into the room despite much coaxing. We have never been back.

Murmuration this is in the town I live in, I will ask H when he gets home as we have discussed what it to and he knew.

I think it's a wee shelter for a lollipop lady but I could be wrong

Oh that shop looks enchanting!

There was a lovely little article about that shop in a paper not too long ago (I think it was the Guardian, but I can't find it now). It was founded in the 30s and when the owner died in the early 199os his son (or other relative) decided to preserve it as a sort of museum/memorial, and has kept everything exactly as it was.

Inneedofsanity, there's a 192 listing for it, with a phone number, you should try giving it a call!

m.192.com/atoz/business/leigh-on-sea-ss9/menswear-retail/herbert-wiltshire-ltd/a29dc3f30251a7772cb2becc6ec604fb848b22d6/comp/

catthiefkeith we used to get round robins from Janet & Roy every Christmas! They were for previous occupants of our flat.

Around Christmas time last year, I had a dream about a good friend having a baby - I sent her a text message the next day and got a very cryptic reply back, so it wasn't a surprise when she announced a couple of months later that they were expecting their first baby. I was really quite pleased with my little psychic quirk & told quite a few people about it. What I didn't share with everyone was this lingering feeling that things wouldn't work out and she wouldn't have her baby. I dismissed it as doom-mongering, until I received an email from her about 6 weeks ago saying that they had discovered at their 20 week scan that the baby was not forming properly and they had to terminate the pregnancy. The guilt is incredible.