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?

Nursey, what you just wrote made me shiver. I can't reveal why, but it has to do with Cold Reading..btw..not to be all mysterious, saying more could embarrass me more than I usually embarrass myself here...

Okay, this will totally out me if any friends are reading but this is the freakiest thing that's ever happened to me and I will forever wonder - who was she and how did she know?

I used to be a member of a particular club which organised all sorts of activities across the country. It was just after Christmas 2000, just into the new year, and DH and I were living in Newcastle. Our car had been written off and I was temporarily on the bus to and from work. Going home one day I was aware of an old woman who I'd never seen before staring at me from across the bus. Every time I glanced at her she was looking at me, frowning. It was quite disconcerting. As I stood to get off she put her hand on my arm and said "don't go on that trip." I was a bit startled and just said "sorry?" or "excuse me?" She repeated, quite forcefully, "you're planning a trip, a journey, quite soon. Don't go on it, it's important." Well, I wasn't planning any journeys so I just said "okay, thank you", got off the bus and dismissed it as a slightly batty old woman, told my DH later in a "guess what random thing happened to me today" joky way.

About a week later, I received an invitation in the post to an event just outside London being organised by the club, to take place on 28th Feb of that year. I really fancied it, it sounded fascinating and right up my street, so I booked a place, paid a small deposit and researched the possibility of going. Eventually, after much working out of the permutations, I reluctantly decided it just wasn't doable, cancelled my place and wrote off the deposit. Not only would it cost a lot of money which I couldn't really justify when we had a new car to buy but it would also involve getting a stupidly early train, the 4.45am, out of Newcastle to get to King's Cross in time to get across London for the start of the event. It did cross my mind that I'd ended up semi-planning a trip after all and I felt rather spooked, even while joking with DH that at least the old woman - who I hadn't seen since, and in fact never saw again - would be happy I wasn't travelling.

On the morning of the event, the 28th Feb, I felt a bit of a pang that I wasn't attending. Later that day, I became aware of news stories about a rail crash that had happened that morning. It was the Selby crash, in which ten people died and dozens more were injured. The passenger train involved was the 4.45am Newcastle to King's Cross...

OH MY GOODNESS selecta
Woo, shivery and hair stands on end with that one!

Fascinating thread!

Blimey, SelectA, how spooky.

PPs who've mentioned seeing looky-likeys have just jogged my memory of something similar that happened to me.

I have a Danish friend who lives quite close to me; he used to have one of his Danish friends lodging with him for a couple of years, but eventually his friend went back to Denmark. About 18 months after the guy had left the UK I was shopping in our local high street and thought I saw him, I did a double-take but then realised it wasn't him at all. I then went to meet some friends for a drink and who should walk into the pub but both the Danish guys together. I asked the visiting guy if he'd been in the high street half an hour previously, but he said no. I was a bit

Nursey - noooooo!
Selecta - noooooooooooo!

My friend once lost her ring at a beach where she used to visit frequently on holiday.

A year later, she was lying on a sun lounger, put her hands down idly to run her fingers through the sand.... her fingers happened upon her lost ring.

Not a mystery really - but an astonishing stroke of luck!

Six years ago my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and given three to six months. This meant he wouldn't make it to his and mum's ruby wedding anniversary. He said he wanted to buy mum a ring and we started planning how to get him to a jewellers with mum. He deteriorated very quickly however and died 13 days after his diagnosis. My dad was half Irish.

We had the funeral and a few weeks later the stonemason rang mum to say that the headstone was in place. Mum went to check the stone and take some flowers and there sitting on the headstone was a claddagh ring - an Irish love token.

My mum is too freaked to wear it though!

No idea how it got there. Dad's it is next to a path but the ring looked carefully placed not dropped.

Dad's plot not it

Great thread. I'm another one who does the phone about to ring and knows who is on the other end before it happens and thinks of people who then materialise. I have an odd quirk with large electrical appliances where I think it might be nice to have a newer one with maybe prettier lights or different functions and totally unexpectedly my existing one dies, forcing the purchase of the nice new shiny one. (I try not to visit electrical stores for this reason).

To all those who got mystery Valentine cards in the post, my mum used to ask work colleagues to write and post one to me. She then technically wasn't lying when she said she hadn't sent them. It'll be a version of this.

Had a really nice coatrack disappear years ago after we had bought it and got it back to the house.Moved and cleared the whole place out but it never turned up, and it wasn't something that could have slipped down into cushions or the sofa..

This will totally out me but here goes.

We were watching England play in the Euros 2004. All sat staring at the TV.

A goal was disallowed so in my rage I threw my curly wurly at the screen. It disappeared.

We looked everywhere for it and couldn't find it.

We've since gutted the house and decorated and it has never been found.

Where the fuck did it go?!

I like to think in a parralel universe someone was sat watching the football when a cadbury's snack came flying out their TV. They're probably writing about it on their version of mumsnet now!

When MIL was sorting out her attic she found a box of stamps (the sort that would go in an album).

The weird thing was that some of the stamps were in an envelope with my parents address on it.

The box had been in the attic for years and not touched since way before DH and I met. No idea how the envelope got there!

Ravenrose, could you work out where your Dad was employed and try and find out some info? Are there no older friends or relatives apart from the mean aunt?
Maybe he owned his own company and was cheated out of it by someone, maybe he gambled it all away on horses- clearly I have read too many books!!
am now almost as intrigued as you

A lady I know had to leave our village with her family for unknown reasons, the village her children had grown up in. She said they could never come back. I didn't know the circles she moved in, I didn't like to ask her what the reason was, and I am not sure I want to ask around to find out. It makes me so sad that this could happen...it could be anything, her teenage son could have done something dreadful or been accused of it, her husband could have, she could have, they could have just fallen out with people, who knows. .

When I was little mum used to get nuisance phone calls every single Monday at around the same time. It was always a man who'd say "hello rhine's mum" and hang up. This went on for months and it got to the stage where my mum would be scared to answer the phone, this was before the days of 1471 so it wasn't possible to trace the call.

It would always happen before my dad returned home from work, and if he ever came home early or had a day off this person wouldn't call. For this reason my mums always assumed that whoever it was was watching our house to make sure she was alone. One day it just stopped happening, she never knew who it was and it's a sort of mystery to her.

At the time we lived next door to a sort of half way house for kids who'd just come out of care, and some of them caused trouble with the police always being there. My gut feeling has always told me it was one of them.

Summer 2004 and one morning the postman knocked on the door and handed me a parcel. It was an ordinary brown cardboard box with our address scrawled on in black marker pen but it was addressed to a Mr Bunny Hopkins!

I felt so uneasy with it that I just put the box out the back on our patio until DH came home from work later that day . When he opened it up there were 3 really dirty cuddly toys (bunnies), they looked they had been rolled in mud. As if that wasn't weird enough there was a little poem enclosed - can't recall how it went now but something about coming home to Daddy!

So creepy and odd, it all went straight in the dust bin.

When I was about 20 or so, I used to keep my horses on a livery yard in Surrey , that had fields that could be seen from the main bypass . Driving home from a party in the early hours of the morning along this road one night , I could clearly see a white horse grazing in one of the fields with no rug on . It was January and freezing cold , and I knew one of the white horses up the yard had a terrible habit of letting herself out if the door didn't have her extra catch put on, and then eating all twenty breakfasts made ready for the following day , so I came off at the next junction , turned round and went back to the yard , went to go to the feed room to grab a head collar to catch the miscreant , only to find her head over the door looking at me . The catch was done up , and there were no other horses out . In fact they were all a bit miffed at being woken up at 3am .

But I saw that horse. I did .

BOF have you still got that tape

I would love to know who on earth has been sending my brother a Valentine's card for the last 30 years! Some years there's a little poem (The years may come and go/But I still love you so), but mostly just a question mark. It's always the same writing and the same postcode (local) and the first year after my DB got married, the mystery admirer made reference to this. It's absolutely not a prank, nobody in the family or any of my brother's friends would keep up a prank for three decades!

When I was little I lived in a village, we often had to go into town shopping etc. on the way was a small burnt out house maybe 2-3 rooms. It had a sign on the road entrance to it I couldn't see it properly but it said something like 'disease of animal act' which made no sense to me. Anyway I always though to myself that when I pass my driving test I'm going there to see what the sign says. The day I did this the sign had gone. I still have no idea what it was all about

I too get the 'knowing you're about to see someone just before you do' thing, although I don't see the 'fake version' beforehand.

Last year I was out walking, and I had a clear thought that my ex boyfriend would be just around the next corner. So clear that I actually took my woolly hat off and straightened my hair out in preparation. Turned the corner, there he was.

Does anyone else also get that feeling of deja vu when events are unfolding and you feel like you know exactly how they're going to unfold, and when they do so, you just feel a sort of confirmation of what you already knew? It's quite comforting sometimes.

When I was little my mum said I was always talking about the king coming over the mountain, and would get agitated. She couldn't figure it out and wondered if I had been reincarnated from Herod's time or something (drunken rambles that I ignored). No biggie and I'd forgotten it until DD suddenly last week tells me the reason Grandpa isn't answering his phone is because "he is walking in the mountains. Like the king" he's not yet 3 and I've certainly never mentioned my story!

MichonnesSamuraiSword - Yes to the deja vu. Having known my DH but not thinking of him in any romantic way, we began dating. I was a bit hesitant for some months but when he eventually made his move to kiss me, I had "seen" it play out before, IYKWIM. I find it comforting too.

Lion that reminds me of another of my mysteries.

When I was young, about 7 years old, I went on holiday to France with my family. We visited a museum which I think was an old royal residence of some sort.

There was a 'throne room' and outside, a glass case with some artefacts from the royal residents. I distinctly remember some silk slippers along with other bits and bobs.

I got extremely distressed and kept saying it was wrong, and they shouldn't be there, they should "Just leave them all alone". I remember a feeling of dread, and injustice and got so hysterical I had to be taken out of the building. My Mum said it really freaked her out.

Sorry, I feel like I'm steering this thread more into the woo and away from the OPs original theme of random mysteries!

My (Polish) boyfriend died just over a year ago, I had to leave our home when he died as it came with his job, everything apart from my necessessities that I use every day, went into storage and is still there.

I have moved house twice. The weekend of the anniversary of his death, I went to Poland to visit his grave. Before I left I clean my rooms from top to bottom, changed (new) bedding hoovered (new Hoover) through. I didn't change up any money, hire car, hotel (B&B and evening meal) and flowers all paid for by card. No-one in the house all weekend. When I got back, there was a 20 Z?oty coin on the floor in the middle of bedroom. It was the first thing I saw as I walked in, hadn't put anything down, it was 5 feet away from the door where I saw it from. Where did it come from?!