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

This place. Herbert Wiltshire. As long as I can remember, it has been shut.
Its all still there, the old fashioned haberdasher drawers, shirts, cravats, etc. wooden and glass counters, a real gentleman's outfitters. I asked about it on the local FB page but no one knows anything. Its just abandoned.
I really want to know what happened. Im guessing the man died, but then who pays the lease etc...?
Any ideas?

Another:

In my mid 20s, I moved back in with my parents for a year or two. One night, I woke in the middle of the night after a dream that upset me. It was about a big Landrover being involved in a fatal accident in a quiet country lane and lots of sad people, and an old woman from the village we lived in saying over and over again "but she was such a wonderful mum, it's so sad." I remember the dream vividly, and also remember that I was tossing and turning during it, trying to pull myself out of the dream. When I woke up, I panicked that the dream had been about my mum, and crept into her bedroom to check that she was OK. Satisfied that she was breathing and seemed fine, I went back to my bedroom and sat looking out in the dark across the road for a bit, with the dream still going round and round in my head. I finally got back into bed and managed to sleep again.

The next morning, police were knocking on the doors of all the houses on our road, looking for information about the whereabouts of the man who lived opposite us - his wife (who we knew fairly well) and her two little girls had headed off to their holiday cottage early that morning in her Landrover and she'd lost control of the car and crashed on a country road. She was killed instantly. The little girls were both OK. He'd been due to join them there later in the week. I was so relieved when I finally moved back out of my parents house. I couldn't look at those two little girls without thinking that I'd been given a warning that their mum was going to die, but because the dream hadn't been specific enough, I hadn't been able to stop it from happening. So much guilt.

What a fab poem BoffinMum. It's given me shivers.

LiseJ, just for you, here's pome I recited in a music and drama competition when I were a lass.

The Way Through The Woods, by Rudyard Kipling

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago
Weather and rain have undone it again
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods,
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anenomes.
Only the keeper sees that, where the ring dove broods
And the badgers roll at ease
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
Where the night air cools on the trout ringed pools,
And the otter whistles his mate
(They fear not men in the woods, because they see so few).
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet
And the swish of a skirt in the dew
Steadily cantering through the misty solitudes
As though they perfectly knew the old lost road through the woods.
...
But there is no road through the woods.

Bit like your train line, yes?

Just thought of another.

Several years ago I lost a very close Aunt to Lung Cancer. When I went to bed that night I was upset, DH gave me a cuddle and I made a comment to him how devastated I was that I'd never pick up the phone and hear her cheery voice say 'Hello Janey!" again and how I'd miss her calls.

Around 3am our phone rang. At the time my Dad (Aunts brother) was also dying from lung cancer so I was hyper alert to phone calls just in case. DH and I both shot up, I grabbed the phone, pressed the green answer button and was surprised to get a dial tone. I dialled 1471 and got the number of someone who'd called me at 8pm the night before. Confused I went to the downstairs phone, which was flashing a missed call. Dialled 1471 into that and again got the number from the night before.

I couldn't explain it, DH couldn't explain it. We'd both woken up to the phone ringing. DH commented that my last words had been how I'd miss her phone calls. I'm sure there is a rational explanation somewhere.

Murmuration looks like a public toilet to me. You know the round ones you can get, usually in city centres. Bit of a weird location if it is!

I once heard an announcement for a non-existent train at a long-ago closed station. It was really weird as it echoed around the houses and seemed to be coming from a distance. I had just moved to the village at the time and was commuting by bus so thought I would get the train the next day. When I looked for the times on the internet I found out that the line was proposed to be built but never got the funding. I did discover that I could make an easier connection through Redhill, which I would never have known if I hadn't heard the announcement, though.

I just thought of one, but it's not very exciting.

The other night our dog had an "accident" in the flat (at 3.30am!) which always seems to upset him. After cleaning it up I picked him up for a cuddle and put him on our bed so he would know we weren't cross at him. He lay for long enough for me and hubby to settle down again but then got up and jumped off the bed and left the room. As he left we both heard the unmistakeable sound of a crisp packet being rustled. Hubby threw back the covers claiming the dog had gotten in to his cashew nuts that he had left on the arm of the sofa in the living room but when we turned on the light the dog was just standing in the hall with no packets of anything near him (none in the bedroom either).

Murmuration
Would it be worth asking the urban explorer lot about your circular staircase?
www.28dayslater.co.uk might be able to help you

Ooh, another one - this one is recent.

Husband and I were lying in bed one night. We turned out the light and both rolled over to go to sleep, and a few seconds later there was a noise that sounded exactly like a train going past. In my half asleep state, I thought "ah, just a train" before remembering that we don't live anywhere near a train track. I sat up and said "er, what was that noise?" to my husband who replied with "it was just a train, don't worry." I reminded him that there are no trains anywhere near our house, and we both sat there, baffled. And then we remembered that an abandoned train line that hasn't been used in 60 years runs behind our house, just 10 feet or so from our little back garden. At this point, we gave ourselves permission to freak out.

Totally tickled my round building made the list! But the google photo must have a default different direction, as the one on the page is pointing away from the building. Here is the link first posted, plus a zoom in.

Please let me know if someone writes in to identify it!!

I'm another one who can vividly remember flying down the stairs at a young age. I was about 2 and can remember the sensation of it, what I was doing before I flew down them, the way the pictures on the walls looked as I passed them, and the feeling of landing gently on my feet at the bottom.

One of my mysteries is about when we were on holiday in Devon at some self catering cottages on a farm when I was 7 or 8. We'd been there a week and were due to go home the next day. It was a good 5 or 6 hour drive home. My mum was just putting my little brother to bed at 7ish, when my dad suddenly insisted that we had to leave right away. He made us pack everything really quickly, dashed off to pay the owner and then we left at 8pm, not getting home until 1 or 2 in the morning. Never before or since had/have we left a holiday the night before we were due to - we have always travelled back on the morning we were due to leave. My dad is a very down to earth type who doesn't believe in anything that can't be explained away, and to this day, he won't tell us why he was so insistent that we had to leave immediately - only that, he was certain that we should, and that he couldn't live with himself if we'd stayed another night. I wonder why. What did he see? Or predict? Or visualize?

Mine was solved, but was still interesting...

Came home one night and stood at the end of my drive was a cornetto. I picked it up, it was frozen solid so I had a look around and could see nobody in the street. I was baffled how the hell do you lose a cornetto?
It was all sealed up and frozen so I took it in the house and popped it in the freezer where it remained for a week until I decided to hell with it and ate it. DH told me it was poisoned and I was about to die a horrible death...surprisingly I was fine.

About 12 months later I was talking to my neighbour about something and mentioned the phantom cornetto. She burst out laughing, apparently she had been to the ice cream van, bought a load of lollies and cornettos for the grandkids and must have dropped one at the end of my drive moments before I came in. I felt so guilty I bought her a box

I think it must have been the flooded crypt I saw, I remember it as a huge echoey cave but that's probably my overactive imagination rewriting facts!

Nice, Catherine

Oh yay!

I've been really enjoying this thread.

LadyFlump, could this have been what you saw in Winchester Cathedral?

marshmallow even

Interesting, marshmellow. I wonder what it is? When I've tried to talk about it to others in my adult life, I just get met with faces and I think most people think I imagined it. I really didn't, though! I can remember it like it was yesterday. I didn't pass out or lose consciousness though, and I can remember distinctly where I was standing because I looked up to follow the noise (I couldn't see anything because of the blinding light, however.) Weirdddddd.

Ladyflump - Winchester Cathedral has a crypt that floods - could that have been what you saw?

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Or you were abducted by aliens. One of the two....

LadyFlumpalot- someone shot you with an air-rifle.

Whoops double post, sorry