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

[RevoltingPeasant]

....inspired by the intriguing threads thread!

Does anyone have a mini-mystery, or a story they want to know the end to? We can all supply improbable answers

Here's mine....

DH and I go for a walk around the block most nights before bed . Almost every night, at a particular point in the neighbouring street, there is an 'offering' of baked goods in the road.

Sometimes it is bread rolls. Sometimes, baguette. Once, about 8-9 Mr Kipling's Bakewell tarts. Just lying there in the road.

At first we thought it was for hedgehogs, but then the cakes? And in the road??

What's your unsolved mystery?

Christ giraffes wait till you hear my story...aged 7 got a silver signet ring for my birthday. also got a new bag with two big pockets on the front. Next day was going swimming with school and Mum didn't want me to wear my ring in case I lost it. I pleaded with her cos I wanted to show it off and promised I'd keep it safe in one of the pockets on my bag whilst I went swimming....she relented so that's what I did. But after swimming when I went to get it..no ring in either pocket . I was frantic and v upset..my friends and I looked high and low..dreaded telling my Mum. Went home and hid in my bedroom until I knew I had the face the music..took a deep breath and walked into the lounge and saw someing on the windowsill glinting in the sun...yes, it was my ring! Told Mum and all my sisters and nobody believed me...I cannot explain it to this day..

How does STBXH get money? This baffles his friends and foes alike. He has certain outgoings and no apparent income to cover them.

Whilst we were together now and then a huge wad of notes would manifest in a drawer. Sometimes I could link it to some work he'd done or something sold but sometimes I knew he'd done fuck all for months.

Maybe his parents? But they didn't seem well off enough to drop him a few hundred or so now and then, and I never witnessed any unaccountable cash handover from that source.

Which leaves me to consider blackmail, drugs, or online sexual services. Yup, got to be something along those lines....

universal - you can have that determined by a DNA test now. Did you see the documentary about it the other night? They deduced that Eva Braun was in a hereditary chain of Jewish ancestors. Thus obviously suggesting that hitler unknowingly married someone of Jewish heritage. Fascinating.

Over several years I would always know that the phone would ring a few seconds later and it would be a certain friend phoning for a chat - it doesn't happen now that I have a cordless one though!

Rather spookier was watching something on tv several years ago about Benazir Bhutto, and although I didn't know of her significance at the time I had a split second realisation that she was going to be killed. It was as though a window had opened in my mind when I saw this but closed again almost instantly and the thought just vanished. I remembered it the following year when news came of her assassination.

1. when I was in the US on a holiday when I was young, someone pushed a dollar through a hole in the door. I was already done so opened the door straight away and there was no one there. I thought maybe it was meant for the cleaner of the toilets or something and that it was American thing, but the American family I was with said that it wasn't a Done Thing. I kept the dollar

2. things will catch my eye and I'll dismiss them and then actually end up needing it later that day or at some point over the next few days. For example, saw a 20p on the kitchen side the other day. Acknowledged it, thought can't be arsed picking it up and putting it in my purse, it's only 20p. Later that day I was 20 damn pence short for the parking machine. shakes fist at life that kind of thing happens a lot! I should start picking up this stuff really

*theough a hole in the toilet door

My mum lost her eternity ring. Her an my dad looked everywhere in the house for it and couldn't find it so she assumed it was lost outside. A couple of days later my mum moved a cushion on the sofa and the ring was just there like it had been placed there.

20+ years ago someone sent me in the post one of those cheap, tartan drummer girl dolls in a clear plastic tube. The sort of tartan souvenir you'd get for £1.99 in the cheapest tourist tat shop on The Royal Mile in Edinburgh.

It had two big pins sticking out the back and a type-written scrap of paper with "Scottish Voodoo Doll" on it. No idea who sent it. No ex boyfriends, no enemies or joker friends I was aware of. Plain weird.

My mystery is thus;

After my elder twin son died, the hospital took his hand and footprints for us, as well as a lock of his hair. I put them in an envelope and put them away in a drawer. I went to get them one day and they had vanished. Gone completely. I tore my house apart looking for them, and they had just disappeared. I moved house several times after that too, so assumed they were lost forever.

About three years ago, I felt I really needed to see if there was a copy of the prints in the hospital notes surrounding his birth, so I wrote to the hospital in question asking to be granted permission to have access to them. The replied saying that I had a certain amount of days to reply to them in and that it would cost between £50-£70. Money that at that time, I simply didn't have spare as I was pregnant with three living children and things were a bit tight.

I was upstairs one day moving some furniture around so we could put the new babys moses basket up when I heard some letters fall through the letterbox. Needing a break I went downstairs and one of the letters was from the hospital saying that as I hadn't replied to them, they were assuming I no longer wanted access to his notes and would send them back to general files. I cried bitter tears as I went back upstairs, and felt so sad.

I took a drawer out of the dresser, and in the drawer directly underneath it was a brown envelope. Never having seen it before I sat on the bed and opened it curiously. Inside it were my little boys hand and footprints, as well as his lock of hair. I have no idea how they came to be there then at all. But I'm glad they did.

Hello Springy. No, I didn't mean you. My paternal grand grandparents were so obviously Jewish I just can't understand why no one in our family ever talks of it. By chance I'm Irish / Scottish catholic too. It's perfectly obvious to me and my brothers and sisters though. The nose. The hair. Why is it such a family secret?????

Blueandwhitelover,

I have the old address from old papers I cleaned out after mum died. It's not far from the aunt who wouldn't tell me. We did a detour about 10 years ago to have a nosy. It's pretty much as I remember even though we left in the early 70s. I didn't think to ask any neighbours when we were there! However we had a cranky and hungry toddler with us!

Also my birth certificate shows my dad in a completely different occupation. Its odd

Fantastic thread - spooked, saddened and intrigued in equal measur

Mine was a couple of years ago. We had a power cut on Christmas Day. Thankfully we had nobody visiting that year, and it was after dinner. We were pissed off about Doctor Who (dds 13 and 10 at the time), but decided to make the best of it, light some candles and play wholesome family games in front of the fire.

It all went well until we began playing Charades. When anyone stood up to take their turn, the right answer just popped into my head. Sometimes they had time to mime that it was a film or whatever, and sometimes I piped up before they'd even had a chance to move . I must have done it with about two-thirds of the answers.

My dds still talk about it. Whenever I display any degree of perspicacity, they round on me sternly and say: "Mum, I hope you're not going to Do That Thing again!" I still don't know what the fuck got into me.

measuree !!

Snot OMG I thought I was the only one! I know what you mean about "knowing", too. Sometimes I think I see a person I would actually like to see, but then I feel disappointed as I can tell it's not a "real" false sighting.

Once I saw a car with a personal plate that made me look twice as it was so like one belonging to someone I knew. It wasn't theirs, and it was on a different type of car anyway. I thought "if you have a personal plate, can you just put it on a new car?" and was wondering the logistics through in my head. I turned a corner, and there at the traffic lights was the first person's personal plate. On a different car. I wasn't even surprised.

Eminy.. Have you heard of astral travelling. You may have been flying down the stairs in your sleep as did your mum before you.

I have vague notions of being able to do similar but they are fuzzy notions now...

My Kindle Fire BOOMS out the first line of the can-can tune at 7pm every night. I have no idea why

I think all these stories of hidden/ lost things disappearing or turning up are amazing. I have that kind of thing happen on trivial scale quite a lot and I often get the sense of wee pixies laughing at me. At least, imagining them helps me not to lose my rag.

Brian exactly! Isn't the weirdest thing knowing the difference between "oh actually, that's not so and so" and moving on, and "oh that's not so and so but it IS a sign that I will see so and so in the next day or so"? That knowing spooks me almost as much as the rest of it.

It has happened as long as I can remember and whenever I have tried to explain it to anyone, they just look at me like so I just accept it now. And it's actually quite nice when you kind of know you are going to see someone you like and haven't seen in ages.

The number plate one is really odd - a strange one that springs to mind for me was thinking I saw a friend of mine twice in a couple of days - both times it clearly wasn't on second glance, but both times felt like a premonition IYKWIM, but the 2 'false; sightings were both people who had a similar walk/height etc but very different hair - shorter and darker. A few days later, when I bumped into my real friend (who I hadn't seen for about 6 months), he had had his blonde hair cut much shorter and the result was also much darker. That was a weird one indeed.

I am actually SO glad it isn't just me.

We were at the pub for dinner the other night, and I randomly thought about a pupil at my school who I know lives near there. I thought "I bet I see her, but first I'll think I see her". Sure enough, a looky-likey trotted by and made me give a second glance. Then five minutes later, the girl ran past the window at full speed! I know she lives near but she could have stayed in, or walked a different way from her house.

And at the risk of being the most non-woo-but-quite-woo-after-all person on the thread, I too have the childhood flying memory. For me, it only ever happened in one place that was a pre-school place that wasn't even a nursery that my mum used to take me to once a week. I must have been about 2 years old and there was a stage at one end of the hall.

I recall - quite clearly - jumping off it, but taking far longer than I should to reach the ground. I could 'hover' for several seconds before landing and whilst I was hovering, I had that sensation you get in your tummy when you drive over a steep double bump.

I can even remember telling my mum to watch me, but then being frustrated because I couldn't do it in front of her because I was nervous.

I used to look forward to going there so I could fly, but it used to take a whilst to pluck up the nerve to leap off the stage.

It's one of my strongest early childhood memories.

is that the phone ringing? que 3 people frantically searching for the phone which turns out not to be ringing at all 5 minutes later PHONE RINGS i do that all the time my husband tells me i should wait for someone to actually ring rather than just think about ringing me i am then compelled to point out my phone is usually lost so i need the lead time

i also dream about flying down the stairs although im afraid of flying! once i slipped and really did fly down them i grabbed the hand rail to stop myself and slammed back down again i swear all i was thinking was ohdeargod ive no will made!

the weirdest thing is my sons toys long story short my husband had two brothers one died at around six months (before he was even born) when my son was around 6 months old his toys began playing all by themselves (not uncommon when batteries are running low) it drove us nuts so we removed the batteries the blasted toy still played! a lot of people blamed his deceased brother for this as it mostly happens when his mom goes on holiday (we end up babysitting the ghost)

Here's a bit of a sinister one. Someone keeps knocking at my bedroom window at night. It has happened a few times now, at around 8-9pm. One knock and that's it

It happened again tonight and as I'm alone with the kids I didn't open the curtains to check, I just ignored it. It can't be anyone I know well as they'd call beforehand or knock the door at least! And it's definitely not my neighbours. I looked out the window 10 mins after I heard it, complete darkness. Very weird.

Brian YYY to thinking 'I bet I see them' before the first looky-likey appears. Just YYY!!! I am practically air punching with joy at finding someone who doesn't think I'm barking

Recently DP and I went out for the day, came home and in the middle of the kitchen floor was a gold braclet.
Neither of us own any gold, the window was shut and we live on the first floor!

Second one that baffles me is when I was pregnant with DD things were tough money wise as I had to move and needed carpets, bed etc.
I was set up with everything I and DD would need (DP wasn't around then) but someone sent me £300 to my new address, addressed to me. I didnt know the hand writing and hadnt given anyone my new adress either. No note nothing. Id love to say thank you to this person though

I once lived in a flat and every night locked up my bike by my kitchen window. One morning I came out as usual to cycle to work & someone had swapped my saddle for a different saddle overnight...! V weird & I still to this day have no idea who did it or why!