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?

Many years ago when I was a teenager my dm and myself went round to her friends house for a chat and a cuppa. Dm's friend had some tarot cards that she had cut out of the paper and suggested we do them.

It was only for a laugh as none of us knew what we were doing with them, anyway we only did them for a short while and after a while we stood up to go home. We lived down a hill and round a corner from friends house.

As we were walking away, both dm and myself heard footsteps behind us, turned round-no one there! We definitely heard them, we walked a bit quicker and dm put the key in the door and we both felt 'someone/something' push on the door, as if to gain entry.

I can't explain what it was, but we both definitely heard and felt the same things.

PecanSandy - the egg may have fallen out of a nest onto soft ground and been picked up by your cat. I have seen mine carry eggs in their mouths and negotiate the cat flap holding one.

Actually that reminds me. We went away overnight leaving my cats at home. Also left at home was a sagging helium balloon. Still just about aloft but not bumping the ceiling.

It wasn't there when we got back. It wasn't there deflated in a corner when we moved so I can only assume one of the cats took it out through the catflap.

When we lived in our last house, a bowl had gone missing, I assumed it had been broken and thrown away, we had a lodger with us at that point.

Then one day after the lodger had moved out, it just appeared on the side in the kitchen. OH wasn't in at the time, and said I must have done it. I know I didn't, it was weird.

Am very confused about the babysitter post - how would you not know who was babysitting your DCs? More details required!

I assumed the DSs were her sisters?

Hairy we are all confused about the babysitter post...can you give more detail?

Aubergine & Face I took that to mean the boys saying they'd been locked in & only let out by their "old" babysitters 15 mine earlier, when Hairy knew the sitters to be family & unlikely to do that, and not old..?

...then again I could be being naive..
Perhaps sil did lock them in, and they were entertained by middle aged people while they were locked away?
Curious!!

I once only once got a mysterious valentine. It was written in a strange language and I have never been able to decipher it. It was years ago, when I was about sixteen, and I never found out who sent it.

When I moved house, I kept hearing the sound of a grandfather clock ticking. I didn't have a clock and I checked if it was the plumbing etc. Never found out what it was but it did spook me. Eventually, it stopped happening.

My aunt was making apple crumble. She had got to the stage of smoothing the crumble topping when she had to answer the telephone. When she came back, there were little hand prints (like a child's) in the crumble. There were no children in the house.

Wow Greyhound, I can't decide if that is really cute or really creepy!

Erimentha please do tell us the plot - maybe one of left it in that campsite library...

When I was little in a pram in the garden of my parents' rented cottage in a tiny Suffolk village in the 1960s, my mum gave me her bracelet to play with, the one she had got for Confirmation. I apparently dropped it in the grass and it was never seen again. The property has been redeveloped recently and I do wonder if they found it. I would love to be able to give it back to her.

That's it really. My sil and her bf would come babysit when we went shopping, she would wait til we'd left and push the boys back in their room. We would always catch the 1 pm bus back, so she knew we'd be home by 2, but she'd let the boys out so we never caught her.
Years later when they were teens they asked me who were the old man and lady were who babysat when SIL came over. They remembered being locked in their room, feeling very sad, but then the old couple would come in and make them happy again. They'd sing songs, play games, and the man would do magic tricks. They even described what they looked like. They'd go away again when SIL came back up the stairs to let them out. She'd give them sweets and chase them outside so we'd see 2 happy children when we got back. I never had a clue they hadn't had lunch and had been locked in their room for 3 hours. They were just little kids!
Who else was in my house? Did she let them in?
It's a mystery.

SIL deserves a punch on the nose!

Oooh I've just remembered another one!

My grandad died when I was still a child. He's the person I get my love of horses from. One of my most treasured possessions when I was growing up was a book he'd given me for my last birthday before he died, a collection of ballads by W H Ogilvie with illustrations by the sporting artist Lionel Edwards. Grandad had written a little inscription for me on the flyleaf, referring to me by the pet name that only he used for me rather than my first name. I adored that book.

Sadly, when I was in my late teens, the book disappeared. It took me a little while to notice, as I no longer felt the need to read or handle it every day, and then longer still for us to work out that it must have fallen into a box of stuff that had gone to the charity shop. As soon as I realised, I went to the shop to try to get it back but it wasn't there. :(

Fast forward about six years. Me and now-DH were out for the day in a touristy market town about fifteen miles from where my parents lived. One of the things we had in common was a love of Lionel Edwards, and I had probably mentioned the loss of the Ogilvie book in our early days but DH has a disability which means he really struggles to remember names, especially the names of authors, poets, actors etc. We were browsing in a second-hand bookshop and I noticed DH buying something. When we got outside he gave me the bag and said "I bought you a present".

I opened it and it was the Ogilvie book. THE Ogilvie book. There was my grandad's inscription on the flyleaf. DH hadn't even realised - the pet name had meant nothing to him, he'd forgotten the poet's name if I'd even ever told him it and he'd only bought it for me because of the Lionel Edwards illustrations. He was a bit bewildered when I started crying - with happiness!

I'd love to know the path it had travelled from a charity shop to a second-hand bookshop fifteen miles away!

Hairy I find that terribly disturbing. I hope they were not real people, iyswim.

I often get the feeling I'm going to see someone before I actually bump into them. For example, when wandering around the shops I would suddenly think of a person who I maybe hadn't seen in a few years and would just "know" I was about to bump into them.

My weirdest incident happened when I moved house. When I was about 10 my younger cousin sadly passed away of meningitis. About 10 years later my mum and I moved into a new house. Before moving in we decorated the bedrooms. My bedroom had just been carpeted and was completely empty of any furniture. The day after the carpet was fitted my mum and I went back to the house. We opened the door to my bedroom and lying in the middle of the floor was a childs badge. It was the face of a teddy bear in profile and the name printed on the badge was the same as my cousin. It was my mum who had fitted the carpet and no one else had been inside and neither me or my mum had seen the badge before. I still have it 20 years later even though all the enamel is crumbling away on it. Still have
No idea how it got there

Hairylegs- have you ever bought this up with your SIL? I would be wanting answers. Hopefully they were just friendly ghosts.

Luckily, I'd divorced her brother by the time my sons told me.

babyhinder - I have only read up to your post as had to stop to post though I am sure others will say the same. White feathers are said to be a message from someone.

I went to see Sally ? at a show. She was speaking to someone near me but every thing she said had me gasp as it was relevant to me. I am sure it must have been my Nana. The woman who thought Sally was talking to her said no to every point. I wish I had spoken up.

LetterToHermioneGranger - could you share a relative but not know it due to it being the result of an affair?

LadyEmma - don't be ridiculous. If there really is someone held prisoner they need help now, not after the bank holiday. Police expect to work every day you know!

How the hell my sink basin has managed to get a crack in it.

Pecan about unbroken hens eggs in fields... I once had half a dozen eggs go off and was about to throw them out but, in a fit of giddiness, let the kids have a throwing competition to see which one could whang an egg furthest into the field behind the house. A few days later I saw a woman walking through the field, stoop and then stand up with an unbroken egg in her hand. She looked around her, really puzzled. I watched her from the kitchen window and tried not to pmsl.