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

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My childhood home had a downstairs cloakroom and no one used to go in there because it was absolutely freezing. I went in there one morning when I was about 6 or 7 and there was an enormous toad sitting on the closed toilet seat.

I screamed and got a walloped for waking everyone up.

No one believed me that I had not got him from the garden, firstly, we had no frogs or toads in our garden. Secondly, what are the chances of me managing to unlock the door (could not reach the top lock) and going out there in Basil Brush pj's and Orinoco slippers and actually finding one? I loved those Orinoco slippers and I would not wear them in the garden ffs

Everyone still thinks it was me and no one will admit to putting the toad there ....

Ooh, I have two.
First one, explainable but a mystery to me. When I was in my 20s I bought a first floor flat in a Victorian terrace of two storey buildings. Came home one day and someone had painted the outside of my flat, not the one below or on either side. Luckily I liked the colour. Nobody ever seemed to realise their mistake and return to paint any other property nearby, so I assume that the painter got completely the wrong road, unless of course I had a secret admirer with a frontal facade fetish!
The other one was spooky, shortly after DH and I moved into our first house together, one morning we noticed that the old plastic curtain rails had been taken down and the screw holes very badly filled with polyfilla. I didn't do it and my DH swears he didn't ( to be honest he would have made a much better job of the filling). There was reputedly a ghost in that house and lots of other things also happened, but there was always a possible explanation for everything else - the curtain rail, though, still puzzles me to this day.

Some sad stories here. NeverQuiteSure.

Eminybob. ME TOO on the flying down the stairs thing. If I think about it now I Can still remember recall all the sensations, landing etc. how strange.

If it was bed bugs, you'd know. I once stayed in a hostel with bed bugs and got bitten - never known bites like it: intense burning itching for about 2 weeks - hell!

What's 'a woo type'? A couple of people have mentioned it now but I've not heard it before.

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/1318402-A-small-fluffy-bundle? I still want to know why the cat was there in the first place!

About 8 years ago I began hearing noises like mice scratching in the house. We had pest control in but nothing found. It was only at nighttime, usually middle of the night. It was incredibly frustrating. Eventually I pinpointed it to a miniature, wooden chest of drawers that I had bought a couple of years earlier from TKMaxx. They had been made in India. This noise continued on and off for a couple of years. Thinking it must be a beetle I put it in the freezer thinking it would kill it off and forgot about it for 2 months...the noise stopped and then started again 2 weeks later. It drove me and my husband and guests mad! Eventually I gave it away to charity. We moved house and 5 years on, the sound has started again, intermittently, and I can't find where it's coming from....

My husband once went out to tinker with the car, and under the bonnet, on top of the battery, was a banana skin and a prawn cracker. We have no idea who could have put them there - the bonnet is one that has to be opened by a catch inside the car and it was parked right outside our house - and despite numerous Facebook appeals, nobody has ever confessed to leaving us this peculiar gift.

Now I'm intrigued by the staircase and by Alabaster's mapping tools.

I get the odd orange blob on clothes after washing.

Not bed bugs, far too big. Some of the blobs are 10p size.

I dry the clothes either in a tumble dryer or hang up with plastic pegs on a line in the utility room.

Can't see anything rusty in washer or dryer.

I use the normal cycle though do tend to select the "lightly soiled" option which knocks 15 mins off.

Ooooh so many intriguing things on this thread!

I have two: one was an email from "Someone Secret" sent to me around the time I started seeing DH. It basically said I was loveliest person they'd ever met and I should never forget it. No idea who it was from, there was only really DH on the scene and no friends I'd have thought who would have sent it. The time was kind of bittersweet, like they wouldn't see me much anymore or something.

Second thing is after I'd moved in with DH and his brother sharing a house, we discovered one morning the cat flap in the back door kicked in inwards, and the cord of an Xbox controller cut off right at the top, snipped very neatly. Now - I sleep walk and have done many, many things but I always know when I've been up and done something. I just know. I might not know what but I know I've been up! I would swear I didn't cut the cord.

Bit dull but where have my DVDs gone?
Some of my DVDs have disappeared, have looked everywhere, even lifted up the sky box,DVD player and video in the cabinet.
Looked down the back of the TV and cabinet etc not a sign

Bit dull but where have my DVDs gone?
Some of my DVDs have disappeared, have looked everywhere, even lifted up the sky box,DVD player and video in the cabinet.
Looked down the back of the TV and cabinet etc not a sign

I want to know how I do this - I'll be going about my business as normal and then I'll think I see someone I know walk past me, go by in a car etc. I'll look again and it isn't them. But a few minutes later - long enough so I can't have caught a glimpse of them to put them in my mind -I'll really see them.

This has happened to me maybe ten times over the years, and now if I think I see someone I know I will really see them in about five minutes. It's not even friends I do this with, it's old next door neighbours, pupils I taught years ago, people I spoke to a couple of times at baby group...generally people I don't think about often if at all.

I'm not a woo type but any explanation I can think of for this doesn't hold up!

I would love to know why we moved. Until I was 5 we lived in a fairly big house, large garden, orchards and tennis court. Regular holidays, large car etc. when I was 5 we moved 400 miles away to a small council house. Dad worked in a factory and mum started working in an office - even so we were pretty skint and the holidays stopped, no car either. I just accepted it as little kids do.

Mum died when I was 15 and dad a couple of years later. It never occurred to me to ask why we moved until dh asked when I showed him some old photos. I did ask my aunt but she got shifty and refused to answer. She was definitely hiding something -"it's not my place to say" was her answer. Even when pushed she wouldn't say.

She's since died herself and I have no family left to ask but I would love to know what happened. Especially with what my aunt said!

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Once when I was a baby my mum put me in a playpen in the front room and gave me a small hand-mirror to play with while she went into the kitchen. When she came back a few minutes later, I was sitting in the playpen and the mirror had vanished. She never saw it again.

The funny thing is that I can remember that mirror. I'd probably played with it quite a bit. When she described it to me, I could picture it. She said 'It had a blue enamel back...' and I said "With a gold bit in the middle" and she was amazed, because I was only about 9 months old when this happened.

The playpen was a big fold-up wooden one with bars a few inches apart (you don't get them these days - health & safety!) and it was directly on the carpet in front of an open fireplace with a grate (not lit). A few years ago I was thinking about this mystery and a picture popped into my head of me poking something down into a gap. I reckon I reached through the bars and pushed the mirror down between the fire and the floor of the room - it was an old house, the carpet wouldn't have been fitted, it would've been laid on floorboards.

So mystery solved, I think, apart from how I remember the mirror!

Whenever I was in the St Albans area I used to visit my Mother's grave. At the same time I used to put flowers on the grave of a school friend and his grave was 2 rows down and 1 grave across from my Mother's plot. I must have visited his grave 6 or more times. But then one year his stone had vanished and there was a different stone there. I asked at the site office and they knew nothing about any changes. I have never managed to find my friend's stone but I keep looking!

Cotton wool mum - The new purse in Accessorize - the photos must've been put there by the person who made the purse in India/China

Gulp..... I don't think it's bedbugs ... or pegs (ours are all plastic) ... I have bought some rust remover. There was nothing suspicious in the outlet pipe. Does anyone know if the rust stain remover would work if you have washed the fabric after the stain appeared?

Re the random bakery items - don't know if anyone has posted this, but I bet they are left our for foxes. Someone works for a bakery/supermarket and brings home the stale ones & leaves them out for the foxes.

Sorry.. bedbugs.net/how-do-i-know-if-i-have-bed-bugs/