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

I've just remembered one but I think I know the answer to it, although it was always denied.

When I was a student, I lived at home and commuted, so got no grant. My parents couldn't afford to give me any extra either so I was always hard up. I did an "industrial" year, and the job was very low paid but at least I had a chance to move away from home and live in someone's house as a lodger, obviously paying rent. My boyfriend at the time used to come up most weekends to stay, and would always pay for me while he was there.

I had a kagoule that hung in the vestibule of my lodging all the time I was't using it - I suddenly started finding £5 notes in the pocket! The first time I found one, I assumed I'd left it there after the last time I'd worn it, so thought nothing of it. But then next time I wore it, there was another £5 in the same pocket! Not the same one, I'd had that out and spent it. It happened maybe 4 or 5 times - BF always denied it, the kagoule never got back to my parents (I used it for rowing or climbing) and they never came to visit - so it had to be my BF really, didn't it, despite him denying it. I was quite sad when it stopped though!

Chippy are your bowls square? Because if so the same thing happened to me in reverse. (Should all be black and one has developed squiggly lines)

I wonder if I have your missing bowl?

I wonder if my FILs eldest sister was actually his mother. This is a theory I have put together over years of getting little bits of info at family parties. FIL was born in 1942, he has always been referred to as an after thought, he had 4 older sisters, the youngest of which was 8 or 9 when he was born. His eldest sister was in the land army at the time and living away from home. Another sister once told me that none of the family had realised their mum was expecting until FIL arrived (they were sent away somewhere for the day and when they got back the baby was there). There was apparently some sort of family falling out between eldest sister and her mother at the time. The family seems to assume that she was mortified that Mum had a baby at the age of 39, but I think there might be more to it.

I have wrestled with discussing this with him, but dh and I have decided to leave well alone. Eldest sister died last year and nothing was said or left for him or found in her effects.

Am hoping that LadyEmma who posted on this thread earlier about the person possibly locked in her neighbour's basement comes back to update us, I found that very chilling....

When I got pregnant with dd1 I found a small yellow cat figure and a pink stone in a draw, I had not seen them before and the draw was regularly used so not likely to have been in there and forgotten about. I didn't really pay much attention to the but they kept popping up- always together in random places. They disappeared once dd was born. When I got pregnant with dd2 they turned up again in the same draw, but I know they were not in there before. Dd2 is 2 now and I still have them

SagaNorens what you've described sounds exactly like the thing which woke me up the night Lady Di died. It must have been some kind of hallucination, a nightmare which was so vivid it seemed to carry on when I was awake. I did sleepwalk a couple of times at around that age, and on at least one other occasion woke up from a dream to find myself sitting bolt upright in bed, so who knows..?

I wonder if my FILs eldest sister was actually his mother. This is a theory I have put together over years of getting little bits of info at family parties. FIL was born in 1942, he has always been referred to as an after thought, he had 4 older sisters, the youngest of which was 8 or 9 when he was born. His eldest sister was in the land army at the time and living away from home. Another sister once told me that none of the family had realised their mum was expecting until FIL arrived (they were sent away somewhere for the day and when they got back the baby was there). There was apparently some sort of family falling out between eldest sister and her mother at the time. The family seems to assume that she was mortified that Mum had a baby at the age of 39, but I think there might be more to it.

I have wrestled with discussing this with him, but dh and I have decided to leave well alone. Eldest sister died last year and nothing was said or left for him or found in her effects.

I have said before about this. I dreamt that Princess Diana had died in a car crash, near water and under suspicious circumstances. That morning my boss phoned me about something else and told me she had died in a car crash..

I'm remembering loads now! I once had a huge and really painful spot on my neck, it just got bigger and bigger until one day I sat down with a tube of numbing gel from the orthodontist (left over from traintrack days) and popped the bastard out. A little metal ball bearing came out. I shit you not. How the heck did a ball of metal get into my neck?!?

Ooh I have one!

Once when I must have been about 9 or 10 we were having a particularly hot summer and I was outside playing by myself in our drive, during the holidays.

I had been out for a few hours but I don't remember feeling overwhelmed with the heat or anything, but suddenly out of nowhere it was as if I had an auditory and visual hallucination of some sort.

Everything went super bright, blindingly bright and there were what sounded like a thousand sirens in my ears all of a sudden. One of the sources of noise seemed to come from above me in the sky but so loud it surrounded me. It all happened in about 5-10 seconds and then everything went back to normal.

I remember looking around to see if anyone noticed but no one was around. I went inside then and pondered over what happened til my mum came home and told her. She didn't seem concerned and said I was probably outside too long and got sunstroke.

I remember as a kid wondering if it was a UFO!

Ahh yes, I am quite into photography and have a few lenses, filters etc. All of a sudden I seem to have acquired a filter that will fit none of my lensea and that I have no memory of buying. It just appeared in my camera bag one day. I haven't been anywhere where I could pick up someone elses, nor has anyone borrowed my camera bag.

I found a little paddington bear felt covered plastic toy, circa 1970s/1980s, in the pocket of a winter coat that had been in the attic for the summer.

No-one knows anything about it or where it came from; and the coat pockets were checked before it was washed and then put away.

It's a freaky looking bear as well; this is not a cute toy at all

I was talking with colleagues just after we'd filmed an interview with a woman who's baby died not long after birth. We were all very teary and upset and I admitted that I had a terrible, terrible feeling of dread about my son. I couldn't justify it - he was a happy and healthy six year old, rarely ill and rarely at the doctors. But the feeling was hideous and very real. It wasn't something I'd felt over a long period of time, perhaps a few days but I got very emotional talking about it - it really felt like a premonition of doom.

The next morning my son had a stroke. He's fine now but I'll never forget that feeling. I wonder if I subconsciously knew there was something happening that was going to lead to the stroke.

I was 12 years old and leaving school one afternoon with my friends, one of their mums was giving me a lift home. I actually stopped dead in the middle of the street just as I was about to get in the car with the most dreadful sickly feeling in the pit of the stomach that something really bad had happened. As soon as I walked in the door, I will always remember my parents sat in the kitchen looking distraught. My grandma had died that afternoon she was taken ill in the morning suddenly and was gone just like that.

Loving this thread

I wouldn't be surprised if she threw the brick through her own windscreen.

As a teenager, I got into a fight with a girl who my boyfriend had been snogging behind my back. Later that weekend someone threw a brick through her car windscreen.

It. Was. Not. Me.

I was blamed for it though, and ever since have been 'known' amongst that group as the one who trashed her car. I was pissed off but would never do something like that!

I wish I knew who did it, and why, and could prove it wasn't me :(

It could well be, murmuration. My mind remembers it as a huge, cave like place, but that's probably the result of an overactive imagination rewriting facts!

ladyflump, could it be this?

They say the crypt floods regularly, although they say the statue is of a man and all the photos I found were in sunlight. Although since I can't imagine it's always sunny in Winchester, perhaps people only take photos down there when there is sun! On an overcast day, you might not have been able to make out that the statue was a man, and it could be considerably darker than with sunlight streaming through the openings like the photos. It looks like an echoey place!

ladyflump I was once investigated by customs (they had a completely wrong spy but I think they suspected me of trafficking drugs). The junior officer questioning me let slip details that he could not have found on my person. He knew my employment status and my movements around the country as well as each time I'd left the country. I was passing through a uk airport with my normal suitcase, tickets and passport.

The authorities can find out anything about you, if they wish.

TheIncredible I absolutely didn't trust him as far as I could throw him. The idea to make the checks I did just didn't come to me through a normal thought process or based on anything that had happened. It was one sentence spoken to me from outside my head. Maybe it was my brain's way of making me take notice of something that, looking back, was staring me in the face, I agree.

I suppose, I didn't think (I'm a bit daft) of checking with the DVLA!

One more, and I have witnesses to this:

When I was a teenager I went to Winchester Cathedral with my parents. We saw a man come out of a little door so we went in. It led to an underground vault with a metal industrial type staircase going down. At the bottom of the stairs was an underground lake with a statue of a woman in it. Only, it was a scary looking woman. Not a typical example of a Christian statue. The whole place was dark, damp and echoey.

We quickly left and went for a cup of tea. Feeling braver we decided to have another look....couldn't find the door again and haven't on any subsequent trips...

BumPotato I wonder if on a subconscious level you suspected your partner of cheating, there may have been small, almost imperceptible signs that he was, and maybe your subconscious mind was working it out, when suddenly it came up with the answer and had to tell your conscious mind what to do about it, and because you weren't aware you were even thinking about it the voice seemed to come from outside you.

I don't know how far-fetched that would be...

I used to work for Aramark ;-)

LadyFlump, I don't think that one's very surprising, the army have access to all sorts of information so they can "vet" people - getting your name from you car reg would be easy via DVLA (assuming it was registered to you) and then checking up on your work activities wouldn't be that difficult either. Mind you, I have no idea who or what Aramark is!