To ask you about unexplained things that have happened to you

[Prequelle]

I will start and I will first say that I've only ever spoken about this online because it's so weird I just can't say it out loud

I was 14 and on a school trip to France, one night we stayed in a Hostel. Was a nice hostel. Anyway I woke up the next day to find a shit in my bed. An actual human shite. Now I know it was not mine, I had worn leggings to bed so there's no chance it would have made it's way down me leg without least being a bit battered and with smudge marks. It was laid perfectly in my bed, like some sort of offering.

So that's mine. Please share yours and if you're willing, offer some explanations to my poodicament

I have an update to the light bulb in the loo story - it is no longer unexplained!

Turns out the bulb fell out when I was on the loo, so was hot, hence the pain. But the element stayed in the socket, so the light was still on. I only found this out when I went to put a new bulb in.

And I think I mentioned I had an upset stomach?

Because of this I went to bed early, then my 13yo DS realised he had forgotten to make his lunch. That is why every drawer and cupboard was open.

MYSTERY SOLVED!

Did anyone see the story and film a few weeks ago about the shed where tools were being put back into a box at night with no one there? Not huge power tools but small things like a screwdriver and some nails.

The owner set up a camera to see what was happening.

It was a mouse.

A mouse that liked a tidy work bench.

So maybe there is a colony of mouse wombles who tidy things up and all your rings are being admired by mice before they are returned a few months later? Or arranging pistachio nuts?

That mouse is welcome here anytime he likes!

Great stories everyone.

justwondering How did the mattress get in there in the first place??!

@BoundByBriars
Have no idea, maybe someone (previous owner) built the wall after the mattress was put in there.. dunno why they would block that area though and also then leave a square hole and leave the mattress in there, it's all a mystery..

Wow! Marie Kondo rodent looks like he's been trained by Disney.

When my DGF died my DM gave me his Padre Pio medallion/coin from his car to put in my car to keep me safe, (Padre Pio is the Patron Saint of Guardian Angels, its a Catholic thing)

Fast forward ten years, I've changed cars 3, possibly 4 times, but the medallion is always in the car, in the central console. I have a really bad car crash, with my partner and my two DC in the car, I aquaplaned, spun one and half times and crashed up a grass verge into trees. We all walked away from the accident with very minor injuries. The police are shocked we walked away from it, and in fact two ambulances were sent for us.

When I went to the recovery garage the next day to clear the car of my property, the car was a complete right off, the only thing missing was the medallion...... My DM bought me a new medallion the next day. The new one is in my new car.

I'm certain my DGF kept all of us safe that day.

Years ago, I used to work in a shop. I started work at 9 and lived in a flat in the town centre, so I left for work at 8.55 every morning.

My boss was really lovely (we're still friends over 20 years later) and was very caring but I was always (very reasonably!) expected to be at work on time and never let off early. I was a rather troubled teen and he had a huge stabilising influence on me (I started with a Saturday job while at school and then worked full time when I left school at 16).

One day, just as we were locking up the shop in the evening, he suggested, completely out the blue, that I take the following morning off, have a lie in and come in later. I'd worked there for 2 or 3 years and he'd never done this before. I wasn't unwell or tired and I hadn't achieved anything spectacular that day that deserved recognition! I didn't question it and took him up on the offer quickly before he changed his mind!

The next morning at 8.55am, I lorry crashed into the doorway of the building where I lived. It shook the building and caused some structural damage. I would usually have been walking out the door at that exact time.

I went to work at lunchtime and before telling my boss that had happened, I asked him why he'd suggested I come in late that morning as it was rather out of character. He said he had no idea, he hadn't planned to, he'd just had the urge to say it as we were leaving work.

Aaaw that mouse is making a nest in the box!

LakieLady That’s very beautiful. I think I have something in my eye.

Loving these

@Candymay the eyelash thing may have happened to me two weeks ago. I went to bed and when I woke up and was doing my makeup my eyelashes were all a 3rd of their usual length! On both eyes, but I only live with DP and he's not a nutter who would do that.

Placemarking.

Love this thread! We need more!

@Justwondering2019

It's sounds like a panic room. My ex boyfriend lived in a a rather large house/manor in the same village as me. He had the 3 rooms from what you could say the staff quaters at the top of the house fairly newly refurberd (which we had lots of party's being in our young teens) one day him and his friend decided to go in to the small door which was in the hall way of these three rooms ( I wouldn't go in due to spiders and being claustrophobic) the door was maybe 50cm by 50cm it was a few years ago now so I'm not precise but it was small enough for a young adult or thin adult to crawl through. They crawled through like a little tunnel (I'm not sure how far but I'm guessing from the hallway 5 or 6 big steps and they were able to crawl out and stand up in a another room completely hidden within the house ( it wasn't even on the floor plan from the estate agents) i think it had no windows and it was a good size room. As I didn't go in and they had only described to me what they saw I cant remember much more detail I don't think there was any furniture in there . There could of been a chair but I'm not 100% wether they was just winding me up or not. I'm still friends with my ex boyfriends friend so I will ask him more about it. But It defiantly creeped them out but thought it was more cool than anything. I'm not sure why or how we found out it was a panic room but it defiantly was a little mystery for a while.

The only other thing that happened to me in that house was my nightmares. I was 16 -18 and I suffered from nightmares anyway so I didn't put it down to ghosts or the house. The only night I can really remember something spooky was when we stayed in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house ( it was too hot in the rooms at the top) i must of drifted of in this room which had all the same decor, bed, furniture from previous previous owners. I could of sworn though someone had shook me awake as I woke up upright and very quickly my BF at the time didn't wake or flinch ( he may of grunted and turned over). It's hard to say even today whether it was my sleeping or something had physically woke me up but felt very real.

Other than that the house has lots and lots of history but I never saw anything woo :(

I had a silver necklace with a little pendant on that I used to wear. I had to take it off for work though and one day it got horribly tangled and knotted up. I tried for a couple of minutes to sort it out, but it was too far gone so I put it into a small box and shoved it into my kitchen drawer. I'm the only one that uses this particular drawer.

A few days later I remembered about the necklace and asked dh if he could have a go at untangling it as he's better than me with fiddly things. He said he'd do it so I went into the box and brought the necklace out, apart from it was completely fine and not tangled at all, not even a little bit. I asked dh if he'd done it, bit he didn't even know it was in there and he's not the sort to have noticed that I hadn't been wearing it. I did consider that I might have untangled it with my fiddling, but I know for sure that it was knotted when I put it into the box. Weird.

@MarvelandDC They might have worried about breaking client confidentiality. I've heard of crossed phone lines before.

I lost a high value gift card. I got it as a Christmas present and we’d been staying away with family that particular Christmas. Got home and couldn’t find it. I was gutted because it was for a hefty amount and I’d been over the moon to receive it.

Anyway, almost a whole year later it suddenly appeared on top of a chest of drawers in my bedroom. I’d opened and closed the drawers umpteen times a day, every day. How could I not have spotted it?! DH denied any knowledge.

So odd.

MissClare it very likely got left behind or got into the luggage of someone else. They didn't find it for ages, but when they did they felt guilty and just put it in your drawer. I know of a case where this happened because it was the only possible answer in the circumstances and the person involved would have done such a thing.

I posted on here a while ago about a pair of (good, expensive) tweezers that vanished on me. I was in student accommodation at the time and put them on the little shelf over the bed. Woke up the next day and they'd vanished. I figured they had fallen on floor but I basically took the room apart and never found them again.

I once lost time drooling home from work. I lived a ten minute drive away from where I worked, 99% of it on the motorway. Left work at 2, drove home as normal and when I got in it was after 4. I never did figure that out because there was no place where I could have parked or stopped. The mileage on the car was right too so it wasn't like I'd driven somewhere else and not known about it.

My dad comes from a different country, one with a long history and many archaeological finds.

When he was young in the 50's you would often live in a small block of flats with your extended family. One day they needed some work done on this block and a workman came to inspect the property. He was an old guy and he told them when he was inspecting it that he had a vision that there was a staircase under the building leading down to great treasure. They were all super excited as they were very poor. The guy went home and was to come back the next morning to investigate.
They waited for him but he never came and when they went to find out where he was, they discovered he had died!
They never took it any further.

When I was about six or seven, I was at my grandfather's house with Mum, and he was watching horse racing on the tv. He had a newspaper open to the racing pages. The next race was about to start and I looked at the runners and said "xxx is going to win." And it did. The next race, he said "so who's going to win this?" I picked a horse. It won. I did it for the next four races, picked the winner every time. On the last race, I picked a horse and he nipped down to the betting shop (it was in the same street) and put a bit of money on it. It lost.

As a teenager, I was messing about with a pendulum, trying to dowse and asking questions to see if I could get answers. I asked one of my friends to pose a question and she said "what's my grandma's name?". I ran through the alphabet in my head while watching what the pendulum did, and got the letters M-A-R. She looked terrified, and whispered "One is Mary and one is Margaret." Scared me half to death too, I didn't expect it to work.

Was showing the dc the album with their baby scans and found an extra set of scans in there between dc 1 and 2. I had a m/c at 6 weeks in between them but never any scan, but this scan is a 12 week one with my name, the date, the hospital and the due date that the baby I m/c had. It's rather odd!

@farmergilesnomore woah that's so weird.

I was on a plane going home from a solo business trip, and when the cabin crew brought my meal (from the forward galley three or four rows in front of me) there was a folded up scrap of paper under my food. On it was written: “The mice of the Rialto are eating your cheese”.

I asked the cabin crew where it had come from but she said she had no idea and had never seen it before.

The thing is, earlier that day I had gone to buy a big lump of Parmesan at the Rialto market in Venice and it was at that moment right above my head wrapped up in foil at the bottom of my carry-on bag.

Early 90's, I was 12 years old. Lived with my parents and 2 brothers in an average 3 bed detached house. Upstairs was my parents bedroom, the bedroom my brothers shared and the bathroom. Downstairs was the living room at the front and the kitchen, toilet and my bedroom separated by a little square hall at the back.
This particular night I didn't feel right. It was way past bedtime and I couldn't settle. The air felt really thick making it hard to breathe and my eyes kept stinging so I asked my parents if I could sleep in their bed upstairs (which I had never done before).
I woke suddenly in the pitch black, being dragged out of bed and downstairs by my mum. She was screaming but I couldn't hear her or see anything until I got outside.
That's when the fire engine pulled up and I realised the house was on fire.
My bedroom was opposite the kitchen. It chills me to think I wouldn't be here now if I hadn't asked, that one time, to sleep upstairs.

A strange one tho is when I worked night shift during my early 20's. My role was replenishment in a wholesale shop in the non-food section. There was only me and my manager (who was always upstairs in the office) who worked that side of the warehouse, the other 6 staff worked food. I started to notice what appeared to be the shadow of a person watching me from the end of the isle, almost like it was peeking round. I only ever saw it out the corner of my eye and it always quickly disappeared when I looked directly at it. It started happening all the time then not just at work. If I was doing the dishes in the kitchen, for example, I would glimpse it peeking round the kitchen door, only for it to disappear when I looked at it. It always creeped me out and would give me such a fright everytime. I convinced myself it was just exhaustion from working nights and looking after my toddlers through the day. But years later, long after ending night shift and kids all grown up, it still happens albeit not as often. No idea what it is.

Delurking for this as so weird never been able to explain it (and I'm one of the most rational, logical people my friends say they've ever met).

When I was 7, we moved from East London to deepest darkest Dorset, in a very remove area to a 17th century cottage. I had gone to bed, my siblings at the time were all older and in the snug with my parents playing board games. They hear a knock on the door (which was locked), DM opens it and finds me standing barefoot in my nightie, and apparently I walked past and went upstairs to bed. I didn't appear to be hurt, and was known for sleepwalking, so they thought was just a similar story to tell about when I got up in the night and tried to wee in the fridge 😆

However, when DM put me in the bath the following morning, they found distinct bruising around my wrists and neck. She asked if I remembered what happened, and all I said was that a man caught me when I fell. There was no other house for miles, and all my family were together indoors.

They did some research and later found it was once an old inn, and a young girl had been found bound and hung from my bedroom window. Thankfully they didn't tell me until we moved out, but still creeps me out now

I tried to name change for this as it’s potentially quite outing and I like to be able to talk freely on here

My boyfriend as part of his job designs components for machinery. He got a call of a man wanting him to come over and see him and they could talk through his requirements and get something designed.
My boyfriend drove to the address and was greated by quite an elderly couple who invited him in. They offered him a cup of tea and they had a chat and asked him about the drive etc. After a while they said “right, so will you need to see the loft now?” Errrr... turns out that they had been waiting for a loft insulation salesman. Very awkward and my boyfriend apologised and leaves.
He then got a call from the person he should have met slightly irate asking where he was so my boyfriend explained the mishap. The man said he was further up the lane and had a blue pick-up. My boyfriend drove up to find him and followed him home. They had a chat about the machinery and made a brief plan. The man by now was in a rush as my boyfriend had been late due to the very unfortunate (hilarious for me) loft insulation incident. So they shook hands and my boyfriend left.
On the way back to the office he had a FURIOUS call from another number asking where on Earth he was. This man on the phone was insisting that my boyfriend had never arrived for their meeting

For context, it’s extremely unlikely that there were multiple people that had mistakenly arranged with him that day. The meeting was over 3 hours away and for quite specialised stuff.

My boyfriend rang both numbers of both men who both denied any knowledge of each other despite having the same post code

Have mentioned this before but late 80's my mum was woken by a knock at the door at about 5 am. As she started to come around she heard the knock again, got up, went to grab her dressing gown but went to take look out of the window first. She could see her mother (my gm) walking away from the house pulling her beloved old shopping trolley along behind her (she was known around her town for always having the old trolley.) Mum knocked and tried to beckon her back, gm turned and just smiled and waved and carried on walking away from the house. It was later that morning that my mum got the call that my gm had passed away in her own home the previous evening.
Crikey, this thread is giving me goosebumps !