Bizarre things you couldnt fathom

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Not AIBU. Just curious.
Have you ever experienced anything either publicly or privately that just didn't make sense or seemed bizarre or you just couldnt fathom in some way.
I was in a small cafe looking out on Trafalgar Square about 10 years ago. ..Alan Yentob walked in through the door. .I kept an eye constantly on the door because I wanted to get a good look at him when he walked out again but I didn't want to stare while he was in the cafe. I was by the window seat looking out on Trafalgar Square. After about 15 minutes i turned my head and looked round in the cafe and he was nowhere to be seen. It was a small cafe !! He wasnt sitting at any of the tables and I'd had my eye on the door the whole time so I know he couldn" t have slipped past me. There was no other exit and only some toilets. It was a really bizarre experience that I can't fathom to this day. I KNOW I never took my eye off the door. I just dont know where he went.

Yes i reckon it must have been something like that. But it felt very odd that that might be what he did. As if he was cutting through. It all felt a bit ' spy novel'.

My late-DM's jewellery box was stolen in a burglary. 12 years later DF died. I was going through one of many many boxes of his paperwork and at the bottom was DM's engagement ring. After she died DF threw out pretty much everything of hers. It's one of the few things I have to remember her by and I treasure it everyday.

Also, a couple of months ago I became strangely fixated on an ex for no reason at all. We split up 30 years ago and I've had no contact with him since. I just knew I would hear from him again. When I returned from the Christmas break and checked out my LinkedIn account I had a notification that he'd looked at my profile.

You’re still very ill. Seek help.

I see fairys.

Maybe someone went into your room and put it in there. Someone who cleans the rooms or has access ? Maybe someone who deliberately did it to people because it amused them to think that the person wouldnt know how it got there. There's no other logical explanation really.

The dead folk were passing through to get to their service. 😁

Someone once left a turtle in a large rubbermaid tub on our front step along with a jar of turtle food. No note. I nearly tripped over it as I was taking the DC out the door for school.

We are tortoise owners, so someone must have known this and thought we’d be a good home for this unwanted wild turtle, but it’s been years and I’ve never pieced together who it was.

Something else i find bizarre in an entirely different way....not spooky or anything but just weird....was Cilla Black's funeral service. I think i remember it was on TV. I remember watching it at the tome and thinking ...what on earth is cilla's funeral doing on tv. Ive only ever seen royal funerals on tv. Does anyone else remember it ? I found it utterly weird. I cant think of any other celebrity who had a funeral on tv. Whenever i thonk about it i ssl myself...did that actually hsppen ?

More than 15 years ago, my boyfriend and I had a two-day stopover in Marseille. We took a taxi from the airport to our hotel in the Vieux Port and it travelled along a main road, through some flat countryside. In the distance, on the right-hand side, I saw a quaint, grey-stone village with a little windmill. I wanted to ask to the taxi driver what this village was called, but by the time I'd remembered the right words in French, it was no longer in sight and the driver didn't know what I was talking about. Never mind, I was sure to be able to find it on a map, so I just noted the time. This showed that the view of the village was about a ten minute drive from our hotel. My boyfriend later said that he'd seen the village and windmill too.

We spent the rest of the day sight-seeing in Marseille. That evening at the hotel, I tried to find the village on Google maps but had no luck and the hotel receptionist hadn't heard of it either.

My boyfriend and I were intrigued enough to hire a taxi to take us back along the route to find the village. The taxi driver used by the hotel didn't know what we were talking about either. This time, the journey out of Marseille into the countryside seemed to take longer and was more industrial-looking, but that was probably my imagination. We went far beyond where the view of the village should have been, but had to give up. My boyfriend joked with the taxi driver about the crazy English people chasing windmills.

We decided to be dropped off at an out-of-town shopping centre and enjoyed looking round. It had a great perfumery - I bought a bottle of Narciso Rodriguez and tried on a sample of Jean Patou's Joy - one of the most expensive perfumes in the world and apparently worn by Queen Elizabeth II. While waiting ages at a bus stop to get back to Marseille, we got chatting to a lovely young French couple, one of whom was from Mauritius. The man was a talented artist and showed us some of his drawings. So, it was quite a nice day in the end.

On our taxi journey back to the airport the following day, there was still no sign of the village and windmill. It's possible that I mistook a water tower or something for a windmill, but I'm sure I didn't imagine a whole village!

About six months ago on a Saturday afternoon my DP and I were pottering about when all of a sudden we heard voices. No one in the house except us. We couldn't work out where they were coming from, seemed to move around the ground floor. TV was off, all our devices were off. We went outside and we could still hear them, there was no one about. It was so frightening I cried. Then all of a sudden it stopped. We decided the only thing it could be was some sort of weird Alexa thing. It was really scary.

It was a single, not an album, so it wasn’t a booklet; just a single leaf sleeve with the cover art on one side and the track listing on the other. The track listing for the other edition was different, so what I ended up with wasn’t the original.

back in lockdown, prior to me moving out with my DP, me and my mum were sitting downstairs in the lounge watching TV - must've been 9PM summer time as it was just getting dark and we heard this bizarre noise coming from upstairs, it was so loud you could hear it above the TV and we are tone deaf as it is. I went to investigate and the minute I spoke it stopped. The noise was like someone sawing wood.

Anyway, the next day completely forgotten about it. This time it was late at night (maybe 12am) and the same thing happened again. We paused the TV went into the hallway and it carried on. It was SO loud, I genuinely thought someone was on the upstairs landing sawing a bit of wood. The minute we both whispered to each other, it stopped. We went to bed and the same thing happened again but was happening above our heads (in the attic) and I obviously froze to death from sheer fright. I opened my door and whispered to mum along the hallway (she slept with her door open) and she said it was coming from the ceiling above her head. I went to her room (the house was pitch black) and it was so intensely loud and the minute we both stood still listening it stopped.

We got my dad (they are separated) to go into the attack the next day in case it was a trapped bird or something. NOTHING. It wasn't until after this we figured out the noise was the same as someone sawing wood. It never happened again after that. I even went to the neighbours to ask if he heard it and he said no. We were convinced it was him chopping up his ex wife.

it's something we both have never really forgotten as it was so so bizarre and we know we weren't going crazy as we BOTH experienced it.

linked the noise

It might have been him( neigjbour) doing DIY and not wanting to admit it to you because it was late. Years ago i lived next door to a bloke who was a very heavy drinker and drug taker. I used to occasionally hear really terrifying violent noises coming from the other side of the walls..sometimes st odd tines like 4am. Like furniture being hurled about and things like thst. It was terrifying and i never knew if he was alone or if there was someone in there with him. O moved eventually and was so glad to get away.

My 30th we were all out having a meal with all the family. I spilt my drink I heard my mum’s voice like when she used to tell me off. Me and db were sat accross from each other at the table. It seemed to come from the space between us. DM had passed away about 6 months before. Everyone went quiet I never said anything thought I was hearing things. Then DB said I could swear i just heard our mother’s voice telling Jane off. Everyone else heard that was wilth us heard it. 😳

Years ago I had been out with friends in Leeds and we had parked in one of the multi-storey car parks. Had my ticket ready. Got to the barrier and could not find the ticket. We all got out of the car and literally searched every inch of it. Could not be found anywhere. Luckily the very nice parking attendant not wanting to deal with 4 crying 18 year olds as we couldn’t afford the fine for a lost ticket, let us out.
A few weeks later, having used the car many times after the car park incident, I got in and the ticket was there just sat on the dashboard. It was like it had been placed there very nearly. Where had it been? So bloody weird. I’m still confused by this all these years later.

Maybe someone in your group mimicked your mum telling you off for a laugh when you spilt your drink, and then got embarrassed that they'd fone it and didnt own up to it when you and your brother said what you'd heard.

Once went into the bathroom to find a frog in the toilet that was weird.

Moved house and went into the kitchen to find a bat clinging to the door. I quickly turned the light off thankfully have a stable door so opened the top part of the door and left the kitchen. It had gone next time I went in. I shut the door and blocked the cat flap as I didn't need it.

I once had a tape of The Orb's Aventures In The Ultraworld. One evening I put it on to play and it had turned into Elton John's Greatest Hits! True.

This reminds me of a butternut squash that went walkies. I had bought it from a local fruit and veg market stall one morning. I got home put it with the potatoes under the stairs When I went to get it a few hours later for tea it wasn’t there never did find it. I remember posting on facebook if I was a butternut squash where would I hide?😂A friend bought a replacement for for me. He brought it round but had drawn a face on it.😂

He probably clocked you and asked the proprietor if he could use the fire exit to avoid a crazy fan 😁

I doubt it the voice literally just came out of thin air. And we’re not the type of family to make jokes like that regarding someone who recently died.

I was travelling around China for six weeks when I was in my twenties. One night I had a really horrible dream where I received a phone call to be told that my mum had died suddenly. In the dream I was devastated and crying, and it seemed to go on for ages, and when I woke up it had seemed so realistic that it took me a couple of minutes to realise that it wasn't real.

Literally about five minutes later my mobile phone rang and the caller display showed it was my home number. I answered it in a panic expecting to hear the worse, but instead it was actually my mum herself telling me that my beloved pet cat from childhood had died a few hours ago.

Two incidents in my kitchen:

1. After a birthday party for my son, we were saying goodbye to the guests at the door and no one was in the kitchen where one third of the birthday cake still sat, in the middle of the kitchen counter. When we went back into the kitchen, it was gone.
2. One evening, my son was home alone and heard a crash in the kitchen. He went to see what it was and the glass fruit bowl had fallen and broken into many pieces. However, they were all stacked up neatly in the sink.

It is an old house. Do ghosts eat cake?

Wow glitch in the matrix!