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

urch the youth hostel weirdly detailed drawing - there was someone watching you

lots of this missing stuff was probably stolen

I think the missing mobile phone - did anyone visit you while you were sick for that week?
god I sound cynical

What a fantastic op,pastries and bread just left out,how intriguing
I can't beat that I'm afraid.round my way it'd be artisan fair trade not Kipling

halfwildling, what happens when the clocks change? Does your cat know, or does it throw her timing off?

My mum's best friend gave me a beautiful silver ring for my 21st. I wore it on the middle finger of my left hand everyday for about ten years. When I took it off, I linked it to my watch. Somehow it went missing when we moved house, (although not the watch) and I looked everywhere for it when packing and unpacking. I cleared out my jewellery box and went through all the drawers. Couldn't find it. Five years later it turned up randomly, on my bedside table. My mum called me the next day to tell me that her friend had galloping pancreatic cancer (diagnosed very late) and she died two weeks later.
I can't wear the ring now, it makes me too sad, but at least I know where it is now. I think it's to do with someone being in your thoughts and suddenly you see things connected to them that you couldn't see before.

At 8 pm every night my cat decides I've been upstairs putting the DC to bed long enough and comes to get me so that she can sit on my lap. She isn't bothered the rest of the day, but the evenings are hers. She must have an internal clock, because it is always 8pm when she appears on the landing and yowls at me.

I have one very similar to WitchWay's. I had just come in and had my Sat nav in my hands with the holder that goes on the windscreen. It had two parts, the bit that sticks to the windscreen and the bit that the Sat nav attaches to. I had put it on the work surface next to me and I was looking at my laptop, which I had left turned on, when I knocked the Sat nav holder on the floor. I distinctly remember hearing it land on the floor. I didn't look for it straight away and remember thinking I'll get that in a minute. But when I did look for it, it had disappeared. The cupboards all go down to the floor so it couldn't have rolled under any of them and I pulled the fridge out to check underneath but it wasn't there. I hunted high and low for it and never found it.

Lozzapops
I had the same thing when I was about 14 on a school trip to Germany.
Then similar as an adult on my boob.
Keep an eye on your blood pressure, get it checked frequently, because the third incident turned out to be in my brain, it was my weak blood vessels letting go.

Mystery solved.

DS was about 6 years old and in bed. He called me up and said that his legs were a funny colour. They were actually purple, from ankles to the tops of his thighs. There was no reason for it, he wasn't ill, too hot, too cold, anything else. I called NHS Direct and the nurse told me to take him to the Doctor in the morning if it hadn't cleared up. I went back up to check on him and his legs had gone back to their normal pale beige. I've never seen that before, it still bothers me that I didn't find an explanation.

Some amazing stories on here!

Mine is very dull. I had a pair of earrings, black opal on gold settings, they were made for me as I don't have pierced ears, so the setting was a combined screw and clip (you could set the screw to the right tightness, and then just clip them on and off). I wore them out one time, then put them on top of my chest of drawers when I came home, in a little dish. Next time I went to wear them, only one was there. As they were quite expensive, I hunted high and low for the missing one - even to the extent of emptying the vacuum cleaner bag to check I hadn't accidentally hoovered it up - never found it.

In the end, the only explanation I could come up with was that a magpie must have flown into the bedroom through the open window and nicked it!

When I was 22 I was backpacking abroad and I got an email from my mum a few weeks before Christmas saying a card had come in the post for me, and did I want her to open it to see who it was from. I said yes, and she emailed back saying it was from Ed.

I didn't know anyone called Ed.

I emailed my friends about it, to see if I did know an Ed who I'd somehow forgotten about. None of them knew of an Ed.

When I went home, months later, my mum gave me all the post I'd been sent while I was away, including the card from Ed.

It said:

To My TheIncredible,

Merry Christmas, Darling.

All my love, Ed. XX.

I didn't recognise the handwriting. I still have no idea who Ed is.

I was working in a city office, suddenly I heard a screech of brakes and a crunch like a car crashing. ( I can still remember it like it was yesterday).

I looked up from typing and said 'oh dear that doesn't sound good', the others in the office looked at me as if to say 'what?'.

I explained what I heard, went to the window, but there was no crash, nothing, for some reason I looked at the clock it was 10 past 12.

At lunchtime, I rang my Mum 100 mikes away, as it was praying on my mind, but no one had been in a crash, Dad was OK home for lunch, she was fine.

Later that evening she rang me to say that a friend of my Dads who lived near them, had been in a serious accident. His car had gone off the road into a lamppost. He was OK.

The time of the crash? - just gone 12 and a few miles from where I was working.

I've nominated the thread for classics. It can't disappear after 90 days!

iwasyoungonce but at that point in my life I wasn't in contact with anyone from when I was 15, and I was working 20 miles away! This was pre Facebook and social networking of course as I'm old I guess it's a possibility though, but they were on a counter in the kitchen area so not accessible to the public... I've driven myself mad over the years thinking about this!!

Waves back at catmint :)

I have a Links bracelet which is stretchy but close-fitting with no catch to open, & has to be eased over my hand. We were away on holiday, walking into the hotel lobby & DH said "There's your bracelet!" - it was in the middle of the floor ahead of us, definitely mine - no idea how it had come off my wrist

Once I was chopping mushrooms in the kitchen when one of them, still whole, rolled off the chopping-board onto the floor. I saw it roll & fall, heard it hit & it then completely disappeared. There was nowhere it could have gone - units down to the floor, no room at the side of the fridge etc etc. Very odd.

I too jumped down a whole flight of stairs when I was about the same age as Angry's DD, and was caught by my aunt, though I don't remember thinking I was flying! I do remember going into the bedroom up there and being terrified by a small bird that had got in and was bombing round and round, and getting out of the room as quickly as possible. My aunt said it was my screaming that brought her to the stairs - perhaps luckily for me.....

I have two stories. First one- about flying off the stairs. We recently bought a house, but haven't moved into it yet as it needs some work. Last week my DP came from the house, where he went with our 3year old DD, and told me how our DD was standing at the top of the stairs, suddenly shouted 'i fly!', and jumped down! Luckily, my DP was there to catch her. I must say that my DD was born and still lives in a ground floor flat and practically never uses/sees stairs. She has been to the new house only few times, and was definitely never carried up/down stairs as a baby. Not sure how to explain.
Second story is more than 20 years old. Before my bellowed Grandfather died he used to say he wanted to be buried with his walking stick. This was his occasional stick, it was given to him by my mum and my Grandfather carved names of his grandchildren onto it. When my GFather died suddenly, nobody remembered his wish and he was buried without his stick. Few days after the funeral the walking stick disappeared never to be found again.

About 6 months ago I received a really really nasty poison pen letter (I was going to start a thread, hence the name). I have no enemies, as far as I know & cannot for the life of me work out who sent it or why. It was someone who didn't know my correct address & used a version of my business one which was almost what is on the web under my business registration. This made it quite distinctive - meant it was no one local and not someone who had been to the house.

I saw someone had a mystery injury to their foot, and it reminded me of my own foot-related mystery. I was walking along the corridor at work when I felt a tickle on my foot. I was wearing flip flop type sandals, so I reached down and itched my foot quickly, just very gently. When I got into the office, I looked down at my foot and it had gone very red and mottled. Over the next hour it developed into a huge multicoloured bruise. It spread from the arch all over the top of my foot, probably covering about 60% of the top of my foot. It didn't hurt at all, but it lasted for at least two weeks. I even went to the doctor to check I didn't have some bizarre clotting disorder, but they didn't find anything wrong! So bizarre.

Until her year one teacher got to her (and this is tongue in cheek) my DD found it indistinguishable to do mirror writing (not only backwards) as normal writing. She really couldn't see the difference. Apparently it is a 'thing' that is quite common in young children. My only PFB moment ever, I swear, was when her teacher marked her first spelling test wrong because it was in mirror writing. I was damn impressed!

Chacha There's research showing that as long as the first and last letters of words are in the right place, most people can read whole paragraphs where the words are jumbled letters, which is similar to your skill, although not quite as specific.

I tried this, along with DS and DD, and it was amazing how fast we could read a paragraph in this way, as fast as normal.

Numberseven.

I nac kaeps dna etirw sdrawckab.

Been able to do it ever since I could read. I can do both as fast as I can speak and write forwards.

Can't read foreign languages though :)

Thanks for suggestions re our noise, definitely not the CO2 detector, boiler a possibility. Hasn't happened for ages so hoping it won't again!

ravenrose I reckon your Dad probably went bankrupt, there might still be a record of this depending on how long ago it was. If you google Insolvency Enquiry Line and ring them they should be able to trace if you give them his full name and an approximate year (more difficult if before 1992 ish as no computer records, but not unheard of). Doesn't explain why you moved so far away though.

We had a large, brown, leather Hippo - a sort of doorstop that we had in the living room. One day we noticed it had disappeared. No idea where it went. It was too large to be accidentally thrown away. It still puzzles us today - it was really lovely! Just weird that it literally vanished into thin air!

I'd love to know more about what the hell my Dad got up to in his early years. He would never talk about that part of his life at all, although we did find out in bits and pieces that he'd worked in the middle east and in Africa and spoke fluent Arabic. I saw a photo once (never saw it again) of what looked like him involved in an ethnic ceremonial thing where they were all dressed 'strangely' (to me, I was young and can't even remember if it was African of middle eastern). Not long before he died, we got talking randomly to an English woman who had lived in Nigeria. When she found out my Dad had lived there at the same time, she got a really odd look on her face and said 'Oh my God! You're the man from the radio!'. Apparently there had been an ethnic uprising and my Dad had been doing something 'official' on the radio (coordinating evacuation, maybe?). He admitted it was him but was very cagey about it and never mentioned it again.

I'd also love to know how I broke my collarbone...when I was in my 20s, I had to have an x-ray on my shoulder after an accident. Nothing was broken, but the Dr (who I had known since I was born) said, 'What happened here, though, where you smashed your clavicle, I don't remember that?' Even I could see on the x-ray that the clavicle was a bit mangled with a callus where it had healed. I have no memory at all of breaking it or even hurting it, but I can still feel the callus under my skin, so I know it was my x-ray.

Just started reading this thread as had it in my watch list but hadn't got round to it and i love anything woo and mysterious.i have a few myself but will come back later.
As i got to page 7 and i read about the grandparents going missing i thought about a book i borrowed today from my mum.then someone else recommended the very book.
Not a mystery but more a coincidence