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?

yes some of our guinea pigs used to react when they were near home in the car after being on their holidays at our relatives.

could they smell the air?

Have spent the day half hoping my grandmother's ring would appear

My late, much loved cat used to always take up position in the window 5 minutes before I got home and then would be mewing at the door as I opened it. It didn't matter whether I was early or late, if ExH was at home he said he knew when I was arriving because of our cat

I don't think I've ever told anyone in RL this, but one night, as I left my DS's school, I suddenly thought "There's going to be a crash tonight". I had my DD in the car, so checked her seat belt was done up properly. We drove an hour home, with no problems. I then got a phone call from DS to say that his friend had been killed in a crash, on the way back to school, in the exact spot that I had the thought :(

For months after, I constantly asked myself why I had had the thought, but didn't get enough info to do something about it?

I also remember flying as a child. In my case it's just a case of very vivid and realistic dreams because I still have those dreams now. I'm often unsure if things really happened or if it was a dream and when you're a kid flying to school seems like a thing that could really happen.

My mystery is very un-woo, but very frustrating - on 3 seperate occasions we have had a very high pitched wining noise (quite loud) eminating from somewhere in our kitchen. We have turned off all appliances and even the electricity at the fuse box, to no effect. Eventually it just stops, but lasts 2+ hours. We have lived in the house 12 years and it only started a couple of months ago. We did have the lighting circuit rewired last summer, and new kitchen lights fitted, but it doesn't seem to be them.

Boiler, aubergine?

Lavender maybe the sisters were later adopted separately and she was given a new name? That would explain her emotions about her name and her sister? Just a thought, as you said they were fostered.

Beaver - it's a noted phenomenon

There's even a book

Children dumping their packed lunches before their parents find they haven't eaten them.

No I don't have an open fireplace

First year at uni, fell asleep in my Halls room some time in the early evening reading a book. Woke up some time later to find it was 3am and I'd left the light on, but I was too lazy to get up and turn it off so I read a bit more of the book and then went back to sleep.

Next time I woke up, a couple of my friends were knocking on the door to ask if I wanted to come to the pub. But it was only 9pm, and the bedroom light was off. My book was open face-down at the point I remember reading to at 3am, though. I definitely hadn't slept through a whole day, so I can only guess that earlier on I wasn't quite awake, and managed to misread my watch and turn off the light without remembering doing it, but somehow manage to read and remember the book? It was weird, at any rate.

I did have a great one for ages, but it got solved in the end! Me and brother playing conkers in my bedroom as kids, he knocked the conker out of my hand and it just disappeared. Didn't hit the floor, didn't hit anything else, didn't land anywhere we could see, just gone. We searched everywhere and no sign of it. Then about ten years later, I noticed a piece of string around the curtain rail, and there was my conker tucked in behind the curtain rail with the string wrapped tightly round it. It hadn't stopped the curtains opening and closing so I'd just never noticed it. Shame I never found it at the time, it was an eighter...

Vivalabeaver- there is an interesting book about that , it is called (predictably!) "Dogs that know when their owners are coming home" I think it is by Rupert Sheldrake. A friend has my copy at the moment or I would lend it to you.

Thanks Helly, I'll check that book out.

I definitely flew when I was a child - definitely!

A few years ago we received in the post a book of interviews with various celebrities of the day by Anthony Clare. I assumed dp had ordered it-he hadn't. He assumed I had ordered it-I hadn't. We eventually looked on Amazon, and at our credit cards, and unless dp has a secret credit card which he uses to buy books by Irish psychiatrists, we really did not order the book.

But since someone had sent it to us, we had a closer look.

The book had a piece of paper-just ordinary white printer paper-neatly folded to bookmark an interview with Jimmy Savile. In it, Clare talks of how disconcerting he found him. This was an interview done in, iirc, the early 80s. Because that's where the paper was, that's the interview we read first. Back then he was just a slightly ick guy with a cigar penchant.

About three or four days later, the news of what Savile had actually been up to during those years, broke.

I should point out that sending us this book made not the blindest bit of difference to anything. There wasn't anything not in the public domain within a week anyway. By that point, there were starting to be rumours about him, I think. And we are not people who could do much with information about a dead paedophile.

Just very, very odd.

I read somewhere the flying memories are remnants of being carried up and down stairs as a baby - makes sense as babies don't have a defined idea of their own bodies/where they are in space so it could seem like flying to them.

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Brian that is so cool. So every time you carry your baby upstairs, secretly in their little heads they're thinking, "Ah excellent, flying again"

VivaLeBeaver's disappearing frog toy has reminded me of something odd that happened to me. We have a very large playing field behind our house and when DS was a toddler we played out there for hours every day. One morning he went out with a pocketful of toy cars, ran about all over the place and discovered about an hour later that they'd all fallen out. We searched and searched in the long grass, and found all of them bar one - a particular type of silver BMW. DS was (and still is) obsessed with cars and was absolutely distraught at losing this one. We walked up and down that field for hours that afternoon and evening and all the following morning and couldn't find it. I even went back to the shop when he was in nursery and bought one that looked, to my untutored eye, identical, which I 'found' when we were coming home from nursery across the field, but he took one look at it and declared that it was entirely the wrong make of BMW. That evening at bedtime he got really upset about the car again, so after he'd gone to sleep, I left DH in the house with him and went out for one last look even though it was almost dark. I opened the back gate and found myself walking in a straight line right across to the middle of the field and stopping dead. I looked down and there was the car at my feet - I had somehow gone directly to it! Just as well - we woke up the next morning and there was a tractor out there mowing the field and the car would have been trashed.

My BIL, who lives in a different country and with whom I do not have a good relationship, has listed the company I'm working for as his employer on his Facebook profile. Now that is weird and creepy, and I have no idea why he's done it. He is a grown middle aged man, married with a child, not a bloody teenager.

My mum was on holiday in Corfu. Went for a paddle in the sea, the clear water about knee height. A man was standing nearby and suddenly bent down, picked something up from the seabed and said to her "is this your earring?" He was holding an earring identical to the ones she was wearing, and both of hers were in her ears!

When I was little my aunt would look after me before and after school until my mum finished work and came to pick me up.

No matter what I was doing, whether the doors and windows were open/shut, tv/music on...I knew my mum had arrived because I could hear her car driving up the street to turn back around and park up.

How? How did I know it was her car? I was never ever wrong.

Alis, I used to be able to do that too!
To get to our house you had to drive down a parallel street, across the top of the two roads and then down our street and I could always tell when my dad was driving down the parallel street. The oddest thing about it was my dad didn't own his own car, he drove different vans and cars for work. Even if he'd changed cars during the day I still knew it was him.

About 8 years ago dh and I went away for the weekend.

I wore a pair of earrings and a necklace and I took 2 pairs of earrings and 2 necklaces to wear with my evening outfits. They were cheap costume jewellery, and small discreet pieces which I worried would be lost in with my makeup/toiletries so I put them into a small carrier bag inside my toiletries bag.

On the first night I wore the first set of jewellery and the following day I changed back into my every-day jewellery. I left everything in the carrier bag in the hotel room.

That evening, when I went to wear the jewellery I'd chosen for that outfit I couldn't find the bag anywhere. I searched every drawer in the room and emptied the suitcase & all its pockets. Nothing.

Dh looked too.

I knew there was a possibility that the cleaner had stolen them, but they were cheep Claires stuff and not worth stealing or reporting. And Tbh it was more likely I'd thrown away the bag mistaking for an empty one.

About 5 or six years later I found the bag with the jewellery still inside in a drawer in my bedroom. Thing is, it wasn't in the suitcase to have come back with me. I didn't unpack it from the suitcase and I didn't put it in the drawer.

Never been able to explain it.

Xxxx