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?

My mini mystery is that ever since I've moved house just over a month ago I keep finding white feathers in my living room I always pick them up and bin them but I don't own anything with feathers in my cushions e.c.t are filled with stuffing and I have a fake electric fireplace so it's not from that either.

this has reminded me of something that happened when my daughter was about one and a half /two when I lived in south London.

One day, I took her to crystal palace park; I had never been there before and she had never been there either. Definitely, as her father had peeved off when she was a few weeks old and she hadn't been taken out by anyone but me in all that time.

but all the way round the park she kept saying things like "ooh the dinosaurs are round this corner" , at first I thought just coincidence but it happened so many times, at least twenty times she 'predicted' what was in the park and every time I was slightly taken aback. I knew I had never been there before, I had no recollection of the things she pointed out, and she was too young to have seen a tv programme or map or something and remembered these things. And this was pre-internet!

asked her about it later and she happily said "I used to come here with my other mummy and daddy before I lived with you"... I was seriously spooked! She'd never said anything like that before and hasn't since though.

I keep finding weird things on the floor at home.

They look like a copper coloured nib of a pen (but not hollow) so a teensy, long cone shape with flat ends. They are about 3-4mm in length, and look like they have a 'screw thread' on it. I have no idea what they are or what they are for.

I find feathers too ....strangely comforted by them.

All over the house even in bathrooms .

babyhinder do you have a chimney/open fireplace? Could a bird be stuck up there and shedding feathers?

A penfriend came to stay with me and left to head off to another country, I never heard from her again and she never made it home either. Her parents reported her missing, I never knew what happened to her.

A school friend was in Thailand when it was the tsunami, they were a keen scuba diver. I've never heard if they were caught up in it or not and nobody else from school knows but their regularly updated web page has never been updated since but it is still live, or was last time I checked.

Finally, I would love to know where a child hood friend, Julie L. from Durham is. I would love to get in touch again, we lost touch after she stopped spending weekends at the same place as us and I never heard from her again.

One lunchtime when I was pg with my twins I went to a charity shop near my work to see if they had any maternity clothes. I was going through the rails when the lady asked me if I was looking for anything in particular. She came to show me where the maternity clothes might be, and looked for me. Then she said "Twins, is it?" "Yes" I said. I was a bit surprised because I wasn't that huge yet. "Do you know what they are?" Me: "No." Her: "Do you want to know?" Me: "No, I want the surprise." She went quiet for a moment and then said "Well, you won't be disappointed" and we left it at that. I was convinced that I was having two boys.

They were born 10 weeks early, a boy and a girl, and were kept in the NCU for 9 weeks. One day I took time off from sitting in the hospital and went into town. Found myself near the charity shop. The woman was there. I asked her if she remembered me, and she said No. I told her that I'd come in when I was expecting twins and she had sort of hinted that she knew what they were going to be. She looked hard at me and then said "Oh yes, a boy and a girl, wasn't it?" I asked her how she'd known and she said that sometimes pictures sort of came into her head, like a radio tuning into a signal. She didn't want them but didn't know how to turn them off. Sometimes she had pictures of boat sinkings etc but never knew which boat, but there would be a major one a couple of days later.

My DH is a scientist but even he accepts that there are things we can't explain!

No, I never heard from him again. But a couple of months later I got a phonecall from the hostel we stayed at, saying that the police from X station had been around looking for him, saying his family was offering a reward to anybody able to give information about his whereabouts. So, I rang X station, thinking as I was the last person to have spoken to him (that his parents knew of) I could give them information about his workplace, etc. They had no record of him, any reward, or officers sent to question anybody about him, so I was put through to N S Y. It was most puzzling and absurd.

I'd also love to know what happened to my mums good friend from when she was doing her nurses training, they were best friends for years and my mum became close to her family and vice versa. After her training my mum returned to her home town but they remained in contact, visting each other and attending each other's weddings and so on.

At some point they lost touch, I'm not sure how it happened, but in the days before Facebook Etc I suppose it was easier to loose contact with people, even good friends.

When the inernet took off we started to try and find her, we've scoured Facebook, Friends reunited the works. I even looked on the electoral roll but to no avail, we know where she was living in the early 80's and her married name at the time but it's like she doesn't exist now. We've come to conclusion that she's either left the country and gone somewhere like Australia, divorced her first husband and remarried which would explain why we can't find her under he married or maiden name, or that she may even be dead.

Either way it's a mystery.

When I was a kid I had a little frog beanbag toy.

I was out with my brother in a playing field near our house and I threw it up in the air. Straight up, we watched it go up and it never came down. We searched for it for ages as did my dad. Never found it.

There wasn't anything it could have landed in to hide it, no trees, no bushes. I was 6yo so couldn't have thrown it far even if it hadn't gone directly up. No rabbit holes, nothing but grass as far as you could see and it was a large frog. Probably 8"x8".

I've flown hundreds of times in my life, started when I was a baby so never had any nervousness about flying or anuthing. But twice in my life I've had a feeling of utter dread getting onto a plane, so intense and overwhelming it's hard to describe... I just knew I shouldn't be there and I was in danger.

The first time the ane we were on went on fire and had to make an emergancy landing.

The second was 9/11 and we were escorted in to land by fighter jets.

Had flown in between and have flown since and never had that feeling apart from those two flights.

I haven't got the tape any more, no- I lost track of it over the years, and think it must have got chucked out with all the other obsolete cassettes, dustarr.

Adele

And for the missing chef and pen friend. How awful.

Viva that is amazing! Could the wind have taken it? I'm guessing not, being a beanbag?

Thanks for all your intriguing stories everyone, I just started this for a laugh but some really good ones on here!

My great great grandmother died in 1914. She was in service at the time and is buried in the local churchyard. From the family bible and as far as we know, all her immediate descendants lived in the east of england. There are very few alive now that we know of.

Move forward 90 years, and my now dh and I move to Yorkshire within 30 mins drive of the grave. We go to the village and find her final resting place. On her overgrown grave is a jam jar with dead flowers in it.

I'd love to know who left it there. The thought of possibly other descendants visiting her that we don't know about is mysterious and exciting in equal measure.

The childhood flying thing is very interesting. I think it must be a part of the brain development in young children that alters perception sometimes.

I have always had falling down the stairs dreams, though not for a while now, and they are very common- something to do with the heart I think as you fall asleep.

I do occasionally fly in lucid dreams though, even now, and that started as a child. Great fun.

Years ago, when under 10 I met two girls who were sisters at an activity I did nearly every day. They had been fostered. They had unusual names. A few years later I saw one of the girls and said hello.

She denied knowing me, her name, and that she had a sister. She was incredibly upset at me saying " hello, its x isn't it?" And shouted at me in a very distressed way she wasn't x:(

I've often wondered about them and was sorry I'd upset someone without intent.

And my dm always told me she'd taken me from a pram outside the supermarket I've always assumed she was joking...

If you 'know' the phone is going to ring and its a landline there is a technical explanation, its about the electrical pulses some of the older types of telephone exchange send before the phone ringer is activated and some people's ability to hear the very high frequency signal. My Dad was a telephone engineer and he told me about it, as i always know too (or did until i ive lost the very very high frequency of my hearing). seeing Dad at the weekend... ill ask him and report back ..

Not exactly a mystery, but the pictionary posts have reminded me.

My best friend as a child was the daughter of my parents' friends, only three months older than me in age, we spent a lot of time together, very close friends.

I don't remember this but we've been told that when our parents would play pictionary, and we were just dinky things but wanting to "play", think around 3 or younger, no actual drawing skills whatsoever, just scribbles. Parents would tell one of us something, we'd go to the board, scribble for a few seconds, and the other one would guess it immediately. Every time. Somehow our scribbles had meaning to each other, I find it fascinating now.

Also friend and I looked nothing alike. Really nothing similar about us. But from the time we were about 12 through being teenagers, strangers would ask us if we were identical twins. Specifically identical. We'd say no, then they'd ask fraternal, sisters, cousins, etc. No relation whatsoever anywhere. We always found it bizarre! If it had been one person, wouldn't have thought anything of it, but it was several people over many years.

I have one more from this week but I need to figure out how to upload a picture.

That's very interesting Laska. I love this thread.

How does my dog know when dh is getting home 2 or 3 mins before he gets here? Its a busy road so its not like he hears a car and assumes its dh. DH comes back at quite different times - anywhere between 5:30 and 7:30.

Can he pick up on his particular car from a distance?

fascinating stories. and some very sad ones about the missing people

I am waiting for a green beanbag frog to appear out of nowhere and land on my head now though!

Viva ...my cats do that too. weird!

DH's late grandmother had a breakdown as a young woman (before her marriage) and was institutionalised. Although she only remembered being institutionalised for a year, there are actually seven years 'missing' from her life. Its really strange. She had no siblings and her parents are long since dead, so there's no else to fill in the blanks.