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

LadyFlumpalot, the army can find out pretty much what they like, I imagine, especially if you are a security threat (which you are, if you were smuggled into the barracks - you could be anyone). Many years ago, my grandmother was ill in hospital, and had been for some time. My father called my uncle, who was abroad with the army, to say their mother was on her way out and perhaps he should come home. My uncle went to see his CO, and started to explain the situation. His CO said 'Yes I know. If you hadn't come here this morning, I was going to suggest to you that you went home before it was too late.' Clearly, they had been monitoring the situation, with the best possible motive, of course, of ensuring he got to see his mother before she died. And he did.

Just thought of another one. Me and my DF (who died when I was 16) used to often listen to music together. I remember one summer when I was about 11 there was a song that came out that we both loved and listened to together heaps.
A couple of years ago I had a very important uni exam. About 2 nights before the exam I was up late watching tv as I couldn't sleep because I was so stressed about it, convinced I was going to fail. Anyway, I was randomly flicking through tv channels, when, on the music channel the very same song me and DF loved years ago came on ! it was a channel for 'modern' music, so it's not like they played this song all the time. I haven't seen the song played again since on that channel.
I think it was some kind of msg from my late DF letting me know I'd be OK and not to worry about exam. I ended up passing with flying colours.

My first boyfriend was in the army, one night he snuck me back into barracks with him, the next morning we were woken by a massive thumping on the door and he was hauled off for a bollocking.

He came back in and said "I thought you worked for a prison? They say you work for a company called.Aramark."

That properly freaked me out as I DID work for a prison but a part of my job involved paying this company Aramark who provided canteen for prisoners!

All they had to go on was my car registration. They didn't even have my name. How could they find out that about me?!?

Hmmm.... That's pretty spooky! Thanks for sharing

Without going into detail, the voice told me to check some paperwork. I did. Found out my long term partner (mortgage together, though no kids thankfully) was cheating. I ended the relationship immediately and very soon after got together with DH.

The paperwork in question should have been very easy for me to put my hands on, but EXP had destroyed it. A bit of cunning and I had copies a couple of days later. Before the "voice", it was something I would have absolutely never thought of doing.

I am utterly non woo.

BumPotatoe that's how it was for me! Yet, I couldn't make out the words. Might I be nosey? What was the thing it told you to do? Was it a good thing, for your life?

I was in the shower and a voice told me to do something (not shower related), which I did a few days later when I had the chance. This simple action changed the course of my life, massively.

The voice was outside my head as if it was from someone standing next to me. It certainly didn't feel like a thought of my own. I was alone. That was 15 years ago and it has never happened since.

I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, the afterlife....pixies, trolls, leprechauns, God (the old man with the white beard judging who gets into Heaven) nor the Devil. And yet.... Two things baffle me.

Firstly, I have twice heard conversation in the room I have walked into whilst living alone. It happened 20 yrs ago, the first time. And the oddly, two weeks ago. Clear as a bell, like a man was standing next to me. I was completely alone, in a detached house. And the voice was in the room. Not next door, not the TV or radio. A real, living voice. Can't tell you what was said, as both times, just in distinct words that had me looking around, to see who was there with me.

The other one was in my old house. I had an attic bedroom and after my husband left me, I slept in our big kingsize bed, alone. I'd wake in the night, and the duvet was moving gently. It felt like I was being stroked, like a child and tucked in. I could feel the bedding being moved and "tucked in" around me. I'd lie there, half asleep, thinking "that damned cat's sneaked in again" but no, I'd wake fully, in the morning, to find the cat sat on the doorstep, insistent in being let in for breakfast!

My sister who does "believe" said it was "spirit" looking after me, in the trauma of my impending divorce. (Yeah, right!). But, what could it have been?

a spotty bag appeared in our car boot the other month - we have no idea how it got there.
We manage to trace the owner through the contents of it to a school nearby - a retired lady came to collect it and we went through all the possible links, reasons how this could have happened and we are none the wiser. Nothing was missing from the bag (it was a satchel rather than handbag so nothing of value)

My favourite mystery on mumsnet was the one where the mner said they went to Brownies with a girl who was older than her. Then a few years later the girl appeared again, denied she was who she was but this time she was younger than the mner!

I remember someone or "something" getting into my bed, when I was in my teens. The only people in the house my parents & younger brother. It only happened the once, though I did ask all 3 the following morning and they all denied it.

So was or what was it?

Love this thread. Can it please be in classics ?
I would like to know who my Great grandfather was. Grandad and his brother (18 months younger) never knew. My great grandmother gave them her surname, she then married their stepfather but grandad and my great uncle kept their mother's surname (which was mine too until I married). We're pretty sure grandad and great uncle had the same father as they look almost identical.
My mum reckons my grandad's friend knew but he died a few years ago. Someone back them must have known as it was a small farming community and people obviously gossiped.

Incidently, me and DH were driving through the small town where Grandad was born a few months ago on holiday (never driven or been there before), and i got a really awful horrible feeling about the place and said to DH can we leave now. Once we'd left I felt fine. I wasn't aware until we got home and checked that it was the same area. I am now wondering if my Great grandmother was raped or in a violent awful relationship with my great grandfather there and thats why she left ? (She moved away and met her husband soon after and never went back).
Its so sad.

Pretty weird though marshmallow... My exp was the least woo person you could ever meet!

Talisa I had a similar experience to you. That night in August I was staying in the middle of the countryside at my aunt and uncles, house on a private road off a quiet country lane, backing onto woods. Totally isolated. I slept really badly as I was sharing a room with my cousin (& her tamagotchi kept beeping...it was 1997 after all).

In the middle of the night I was awoken by the sound of a car rushing by and squealing brakes. I was sitting bolt upright in bed and full of dread, I felt something really bad had happened.

The next morning, I found out Princess Diana had died.

I don't tend to tell people that story as I'm not at all woo and I'm sure my real memory of the event has been embroidered in my mind as time has gone on. I was in a strange bed and I had already slept badly - so I reckon it was probably a bad dream. It almost certainly wasn't a real car outside, we were in the middle of nowhere.

There is another one I announced on MN. Some bloke left his pants and his shirt in our laundry room. No explanation, and I am not having an affair!

Great thread! Keep it up - it's keeping me sane.

When I was a 7-years old, I stayed with my grandparents in Boston (USA) for the summer, and I read an old book from my grandma's childhood called B is for Betsy. It was something my gran had held on to for many years. However, when she and my grandpa downsized their home in 2000, she sold it during a garage sale.

Six years ago, we were in New York, and I popped into a second hand book store and spotted a copy of B is for Betsy. Something made me pick it up, and open up the cover, and when I did I saw my grandmother's name written in childhood scrawl!

Needless to say, I bought the book, and when we visited my grandparents in Boston the following week, I showed it to her. Grandma verified it was indeed her book, as the same melted chocolate fingerprint she made as a child on page 49 was present.

Every time I see the book on the bookshelf in our home, it still blows my mind, and I can't help but wonder if there were other "powers" at work.

Also once when we were little my two brothers and I left our primary school gates after school to walk to my stepdads workplace about a quarter of a mile away, as we did every day. Except this time a taxi driver stopped us at the gates and told us he was taking us instead, and because he knew our names and the names of our parents we trusted him (this was long before mobiles so couldn't phone my parents). He took us safely to stepdads work and drive off as soon as we got out the taxi. Neither he nor my mum have a clue who he was, no one asked a taxi driver to pick us up and we never saw him again.

Mines quite boring but we have a set of black breakfast bowls with white squiggles down the side. One day the squiggles disappeared from one and now it's just plain black!! They definitely weren't like that before, and they are ceramic with the squiggles carved into them so it couldn't have fallen off. I have no idea what happened, We sometimes take food I we make to families houses and vice versa so hoping that somehow somewhere two similar bowls got swapped!

I lost my bus pass (in a plastic wallet) at Wembley Market. It had my £5 spending money in it so I assume someone took it. I was about 13 or 14.

Now I know it went missing at the market because I got there by bus. No pockets in my skirt, just two pockets in my cardigan.

Months and months later, we parked opposite our church. My brother got out and noticed a bus pass on the ground by his door. Mine, minus the money.

The market and church are two miles apart.

About 16 years ago, my then DP woke up in the night asking me who was shouting and crying... I was up late reading because I was pregnant and couldn't sleep. I hadn't heard anything.

About 6 in the morning, my sister rang to tell me that Princess Diana had been killed in the night.

Not so much a mystery, but a very weird moment...

When I was a student living with friends in a shared house, we had a huge box of unclaimed mail that had been sent to previous tenants. No one ever came to collect their mail. We got so fed up of having this box of letters taking up valuable cupboard space that one day we decided we would just open the whole lot (I know, I know!). So the five of us sat down on the floor and went to town on this box of post. We opened everything, the living room floor was covered in letters and envelopes. Just as we finished opening the last bits, the doorbell rung.... And you've guessed it, there at the door was a girl who used to live there, asking if we had any post for her. Luckily we had shut the living room door so she couldn't see the carnage, and we fobbed her off and she went on her way. We were all completely agog that we had gone a whole year without anyone coming, and then the night we decide to open the lot, someone turns up!

(I'm too ashamed to admit what we did with all the opened post afterwards).

There is a book written about exactly this topic!

www.amazon.com/Theres-No-Place-Like-Here/dp/0786891319

It's a great read, anyone who finds these sort of little mysteries interesting should find this book

I just thought of another one. I was at work in the days when I still taught class music. It was lunchtime and I was in my little office in the music block doing some paperwork. A woman appeared in the doorway and said, "Hello, I used to teach cookery here in the war. The school had a different name then, it was called the xxx School". I replied, "That's really interesting! Would you like a look around?" and she said, "No, that's OK, I just thought I would mention it." She then went out of my office and around the corner to where the main door to the music block was. I suddenly realised I had a school prospectus on my desk and I thought it might be nice for her to have a copy to look at, as a fellow teaching professional. I snatched it up, scuttled out of my office to give it to her and ... nobody was there, nobody was walking between the music block and the main building, and in fact she was nowhere to be found and nobody else had seen her. Vair spooky.

I keep coming back to this thread for more.. And obligingly, more has always arrived!
me too - feeling a bit low, but this thread has kept me afloat - thanks!!!