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?

Ooh I remember another one. My parents got married on holiday with my grandad on a little island. My grandad died about a year after they got married, with me born a year later, and my brother 4 more after that.

We all went back to the island for a holiday, and as we walk past a cafe (which we hadn't been past before) my brother (3 years old at the time) starts dragging mum in, saying he wants to say hello to Fred. We were all a bit but it turns out that in this cafe there was a fishtank with a big fish called Fred. My mum was really freaked out by this, and asked my DB how he knew - DB replied "Grandad showed me here before, he wanted to say hello to Fred"

My DB is still adamant he remembers Grandad taking him in there and showing him Fred.

My best friend aged 9 was called Josie Hawkley - she moved away and we lost touch - often wonder about her and have occasionally looked on FB etc - if anyone knows her, please say hello from me

Actually there is one thing that is a total mystery which won't be solved frustratingly.

My great grandmother was in service in London a hundred years ago. Family mostly back in the West Country but some sisters were also in service or had married and stayed in London.

I have a picture of her from a studio with a man and a boy of about 3. Taken in London. The group looks exactly like a family shot. He has his hand on her shoulder. Cannot see left hands to check for rings. She doesn't look like she's the nanny or other staff and he doesn't look well off.

We have no idea who the man and boy are.

She went home and fell pregnant and married my great grandfather and my grandfather was definitely his son. Her wedding lines say spinster so what's the picture about?

My Dad started writing his life story several years before he died - he always said for his grandchildren. It was handwritten in a foolscap notepad inside a presentation folder. It went missing around the time he died, and we've never found it. DM has moved house, but I always hope that it will appear somewhere.

TheLateMrsLizCromwell I started a thread about it last week after spending another 2 days staying up until the early hours desperately hunting for it. I have even made a special trip back to the camp site to look in their library again but it wasn't there.

Can anyone help me find this book?

first time doing a link so I hope it works.

A few years ago my neighbour became very ill. I went to visit her in hospital and was told she had scepticemia. I had only recently done a basic course in reiki. I tried to practice some reiki on her. A doctor came along and said actually she was showing some positive signs of recovery. I texted my husband to say she was very ill and he should come and visit. As I finished the text I signed off with two x's for kisses. The kisses turned into the word God! She died 2 days later.

When I was a teenager I was very bored one day. I got out a load of old photo albums that had been in my family for years with photos of ladies in crinoline dresses they were so old. The first one I opened I noticed the year - 1877.

Then I noticed the month... July.

Then I noticed the day... 7th

The day I opened that album was 7th July 1977. EXACTLY 100 years to the day!

I keep coming back to this thread for more.. And obligingly, more has always arrived!

Frankieandmia I am intrigued... So you were holding your baby but you could hear ANOTHER baby elsewhere that you felt was her??

LOTTIEandMia, sorry!

When XXH and I were very young (19), first married and still living together in his parents spare room there used to be a square patch of light on the wall at night. Nothing we did could prevent it.. Even blacking out the window entirely...

I keep coming back to this thread for more.. And obligingly, more has always arrived!
me too - feeling a bit low, but this thread has kept me afloat - thanks!!!

I just thought of another one. I was at work in the days when I still taught class music. It was lunchtime and I was in my little office in the music block doing some paperwork. A woman appeared in the doorway and said, "Hello, I used to teach cookery here in the war. The school had a different name then, it was called the xxx School". I replied, "That's really interesting! Would you like a look around?" and she said, "No, that's OK, I just thought I would mention it." She then went out of my office and around the corner to where the main door to the music block was. I suddenly realised I had a school prospectus on my desk and I thought it might be nice for her to have a copy to look at, as a fellow teaching professional. I snatched it up, scuttled out of my office to give it to her and ... nobody was there, nobody was walking between the music block and the main building, and in fact she was nowhere to be found and nobody else had seen her. Vair spooky.

There is a book written about exactly this topic!

www.amazon.com/Theres-No-Place-Like-Here/dp/0786891319

It's a great read, anyone who finds these sort of little mysteries interesting should find this book

Not so much a mystery, but a very weird moment...

When I was a student living with friends in a shared house, we had a huge box of unclaimed mail that had been sent to previous tenants. No one ever came to collect their mail. We got so fed up of having this box of letters taking up valuable cupboard space that one day we decided we would just open the whole lot (I know, I know!). So the five of us sat down on the floor and went to town on this box of post. We opened everything, the living room floor was covered in letters and envelopes. Just as we finished opening the last bits, the doorbell rung.... And you've guessed it, there at the door was a girl who used to live there, asking if we had any post for her. Luckily we had shut the living room door so she couldn't see the carnage, and we fobbed her off and she went on her way. We were all completely agog that we had gone a whole year without anyone coming, and then the night we decide to open the lot, someone turns up!

(I'm too ashamed to admit what we did with all the opened post afterwards).

About 16 years ago, my then DP woke up in the night asking me who was shouting and crying... I was up late reading because I was pregnant and couldn't sleep. I hadn't heard anything.

About 6 in the morning, my sister rang to tell me that Princess Diana had been killed in the night.

Mines quite boring but we have a set of black breakfast bowls with white squiggles down the side. One day the squiggles disappeared from one and now it's just plain black!! They definitely weren't like that before, and they are ceramic with the squiggles carved into them so it couldn't have fallen off. I have no idea what happened, We sometimes take food I we make to families houses and vice versa so hoping that somehow somewhere two similar bowls got swapped!

I lost my bus pass (in a plastic wallet) at Wembley Market. It had my £5 spending money in it so I assume someone took it. I was about 13 or 14.

Now I know it went missing at the market because I got there by bus. No pockets in my skirt, just two pockets in my cardigan.

Months and months later, we parked opposite our church. My brother got out and noticed a bus pass on the ground by his door. Mine, minus the money.

The market and church are two miles apart.

Also once when we were little my two brothers and I left our primary school gates after school to walk to my stepdads workplace about a quarter of a mile away, as we did every day. Except this time a taxi driver stopped us at the gates and told us he was taking us instead, and because he knew our names and the names of our parents we trusted him (this was long before mobiles so couldn't phone my parents). He took us safely to stepdads work and drive off as soon as we got out the taxi. Neither he nor my mum have a clue who he was, no one asked a taxi driver to pick us up and we never saw him again.

When I was a 7-years old, I stayed with my grandparents in Boston (USA) for the summer, and I read an old book from my grandma's childhood called B is for Betsy. It was something my gran had held on to for many years. However, when she and my grandpa downsized their home in 2000, she sold it during a garage sale.

Six years ago, we were in New York, and I popped into a second hand book store and spotted a copy of B is for Betsy. Something made me pick it up, and open up the cover, and when I did I saw my grandmother's name written in childhood scrawl!

Needless to say, I bought the book, and when we visited my grandparents in Boston the following week, I showed it to her. Grandma verified it was indeed her book, as the same melted chocolate fingerprint she made as a child on page 49 was present.

Every time I see the book on the bookshelf in our home, it still blows my mind, and I can't help but wonder if there were other "powers" at work.

Great thread! Keep it up - it's keeping me sane.

There is another one I announced on MN. Some bloke left his pants and his shirt in our laundry room. No explanation, and I am not having an affair!

Talisa I had a similar experience to you. That night in August I was staying in the middle of the countryside at my aunt and uncles, house on a private road off a quiet country lane, backing onto woods. Totally isolated. I slept really badly as I was sharing a room with my cousin (& her tamagotchi kept beeping...it was 1997 after all).

In the middle of the night I was awoken by the sound of a car rushing by and squealing brakes. I was sitting bolt upright in bed and full of dread, I felt something really bad had happened.

The next morning, I found out Princess Diana had died.

I don't tend to tell people that story as I'm not at all woo and I'm sure my real memory of the event has been embroidered in my mind as time has gone on. I was in a strange bed and I had already slept badly - so I reckon it was probably a bad dream. It almost certainly wasn't a real car outside, we were in the middle of nowhere.

Pretty weird though marshmallow... My exp was the least woo person you could ever meet!

Love this thread. Can it please be in classics ?
I would like to know who my Great grandfather was. Grandad and his brother (18 months younger) never knew. My great grandmother gave them her surname, she then married their stepfather but grandad and my great uncle kept their mother's surname (which was mine too until I married). We're pretty sure grandad and great uncle had the same father as they look almost identical.
My mum reckons my grandad's friend knew but he died a few years ago. Someone back them must have known as it was a small farming community and people obviously gossiped.

Incidently, me and DH were driving through the small town where Grandad was born a few months ago on holiday (never driven or been there before), and i got a really awful horrible feeling about the place and said to DH can we leave now. Once we'd left I felt fine. I wasn't aware until we got home and checked that it was the same area. I am now wondering if my Great grandmother was raped or in a violent awful relationship with my great grandfather there and thats why she left ? (She moved away and met her husband soon after and never went back).
Its so sad.

I remember someone or "something" getting into my bed, when I was in my teens. The only people in the house my parents & younger brother. It only happened the once, though I did ask all 3 the following morning and they all denied it.

So was or what was it?