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Tell me about a random unsolved mystery in your life....

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RevoltingPeasant · 15/04/2014 21:23

....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 Grin

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?? Confused

What's your unsolved mystery?

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lottieandmia · 22/04/2014 06:16

My favourite mystery on mumsnet was the one where the mner said they went to Brownies with a girl who was older than her. Then a few years later the girl appeared again, denied she was who she was but this time she was younger than the mner!

Dottydadoo · 22/04/2014 08:32

a spotty bag appeared in our car boot the other month - we have no idea how it got there.
We manage to trace the owner through the contents of it to a school nearby - a retired lady came to collect it and we went through all the possible links, reasons how this could have happened and we are none the wiser. Nothing was missing from the bag (it was a satchel rather than handbag so nothing of value)

Eliza22 · 22/04/2014 09:16

I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, the afterlife....pixies, trolls, leprechauns, God (the old man with the white beard judging who gets into Heaven) nor the Devil. And yet.... Two things baffle me.

Firstly, I have twice heard conversation in the room I have walked into whilst living alone. It happened 20 yrs ago, the first time. And the oddly, two weeks ago. Clear as a bell, like a man was standing next to me. I was completely alone, in a detached house. And the voice was in the room. Not next door, not the TV or radio. A real, living voice. Can't tell you what was said, as both times, just in distinct words that had me looking around, to see who was there with me. Confused

The other one was in my old house. I had an attic bedroom and after my husband left me, I slept in our big kingsize bed, alone. I'd wake in the night, and the duvet was moving gently. It felt like I was being stroked, like a child and tucked in. I could feel the bedding being moved and "tucked in" around me. I'd lie there, half asleep, thinking "that damned cat's sneaked in again" but no, I'd wake fully, in the morning, to find the cat sat on the doorstep, insistent in being let in for breakfast!

My sister who does "believe" said it was "spirit" looking after me, in the trauma of my impending divorce. (Yeah, right!). But, what could it have been?

BumPotato · 22/04/2014 09:26

I was in the shower and a voice told me to do something (not shower related), which I did a few days later when I had the chance. This simple action changed the course of my life, massively.

The voice was outside my head as if it was from someone standing next to me. It certainly didn't feel like a thought of my own. I was alone. That was 15 years ago and it has never happened since.

Eliza22 · 22/04/2014 09:28

BumPotatoe that's how it was for me! Yet, I couldn't make out the words. Might I be nosey? What was the thing it told you to do? Was it a good thing, for your life?

BumPotato · 22/04/2014 09:36

Without going into detail, the voice told me to check some paperwork. I did. Found out my long term partner (mortgage together, though no kids thankfully) was cheating. I ended the relationship immediately and very soon after got together with DH.

The paperwork in question should have been very easy for me to put my hands on, but EXP had destroyed it. A bit of cunning and I had copies a couple of days later. Before the "voice", it was something I would have absolutely never thought of doing.

I am utterly non woo.

Eliza22 · 22/04/2014 09:39

Hmmm.... That's pretty spooky! Thanks for sharing Smile

LadyFlumpalot · 22/04/2014 10:11

My first boyfriend was in the army, one night he snuck me back into barracks with him, the next morning we were woken by a massive thumping on the door and he was hauled off for a bollocking.

He came back in and said "I thought you worked for a prison? They say you work for a company called.Aramark."

That properly freaked me out as I DID work for a prison but a part of my job involved paying this company Aramark who provided canteen for prisoners!

All they had to go on was my car registration. They didn't even have my name. How could they find out that about me?!?

kiwimumof2boys · 22/04/2014 10:36

Just thought of another one. Me and my DF (who died when I was 16) used to often listen to music together. I remember one summer when I was about 11 there was a song that came out that we both loved and listened to together heaps.
A couple of years ago I had a very important uni exam. About 2 nights before the exam I was up late watching tv as I couldn't sleep because I was so stressed about it, convinced I was going to fail. Anyway, I was randomly flicking through tv channels, when, on the music channel the very same song me and DF loved years ago came on ! it was a channel for 'modern' music, so it's not like they played this song all the time. I haven't seen the song played again since on that channel.
I think it was some kind of msg from my late DF letting me know I'd be OK and not to worry about exam. I ended up passing with flying colours. Smile

Poledra · 22/04/2014 11:01

LadyFlumpalot, the army can find out pretty much what they like, I imagine, especially if you are a security threat (which you are, if you were smuggled into the barracks - you could be anyone). Many years ago, my grandmother was ill in hospital, and had been for some time. My father called my uncle, who was abroad with the army, to say their mother was on her way out and perhaps he should come home. My uncle went to see his CO, and started to explain the situation. His CO said 'Yes I know. If you hadn't come here this morning, I was going to suggest to you that you went home before it was too late.' Clearly, they had been monitoring the situation, with the best possible motive, of course, of ensuring he got to see his mother before she died. And he did.

Thumbwitch · 22/04/2014 11:01

LadyFlump, I don't think that one's very surprising, the army have access to all sorts of information so they can "vet" people - getting your name from you car reg would be easy via DVLA (assuming it was registered to you) and then checking up on your work activities wouldn't be that difficult either. Mind you, I have no idea who or what Aramark is!

CaractacusPotts · 22/04/2014 13:14

I used to work for Aramark ;-)

TheIncredibleBookEatingManchot · 22/04/2014 14:23

BumPotato I wonder if on a subconscious level you suspected your partner of cheating, there may have been small, almost imperceptible signs that he was, and maybe your subconscious mind was working it out, when suddenly it came up with the answer and had to tell your conscious mind what to do about it, and because you weren't aware you were even thinking about it the voice seemed to come from outside you.

I don't know how far-fetched that would be...

LadyFlumpalot · 22/04/2014 14:35

I suppose, I didn't think (I'm a bit daft) of checking with the DVLA!

One more, and I have witnesses to this:

When I was a teenager I went to Winchester Cathedral with my parents. We saw a man come out of a little door so we went in. It led to an underground vault with a metal industrial type staircase going down. At the bottom of the stairs was an underground lake with a statue of a woman in it. Only, it was a scary looking woman. Not a typical example of a Christian statue. The whole place was dark, damp and echoey.

We quickly left and went for a cup of tea. Feeling braver we decided to have another look....couldn't find the door again and haven't on any subsequent trips...

BumPotato · 22/04/2014 14:57

TheIncredible I absolutely didn't trust him as far as I could throw him. The idea to make the checks I did just didn't come to me through a normal thought process or based on anything that had happened. It was one sentence spoken to me from outside my head. Maybe it was my brain's way of making me take notice of something that, looking back, was staring me in the face, I agree.

BumPotato · 22/04/2014 15:03

ladyflump I was once investigated by customs (they had a completely wrong spy but I think they suspected me of trafficking drugs). The junior officer questioning me let slip details that he could not have found on my person. He knew my employment status and my movements around the country as well as each time I'd left the country. I was passing through a uk airport with my normal suitcase, tickets and passport.

The authorities can find out anything about you, if they wish.

murmuration · 22/04/2014 15:04

ladyflump, could it be this?

They say the crypt floods regularly, although they say the statue is of a man and all the photos I found were in sunlight. Although since I can't imagine it's always sunny in Winchester, perhaps people only take photos down there when there is sun! On an overcast day, you might not have been able to make out that the statue was a man, and it could be considerably darker than with sunlight streaming through the openings like the photos. It looks like an echoey place!

LadyFlumpalot · 22/04/2014 15:28

It could well be, murmuration. My mind remembers it as a huge, cave like place, but that's probably the result of an overactive imagination rewriting facts!

UnicornsAreMerelyExtinct · 22/04/2014 15:29

As a teenager, I got into a fight with a girl who my boyfriend had been snogging behind my back. Later that weekend someone threw a brick through her car windscreen.

It. Was. Not. Me.

I was blamed for it though, and ever since have been 'known' amongst that group as the one who trashed her car. I was pissed off but would never do something like that!

I wish I knew who did it, and why, and could prove it wasn't me :(

squoosh · 22/04/2014 15:32

I wouldn't be surprised if she threw the brick through her own windscreen.

foofooyeah · 22/04/2014 15:47

Loving this thread

MetalLaLa · 22/04/2014 16:24

I was 12 years old and leaving school one afternoon with my friends, one of their mums was giving me a lift home. I actually stopped dead in the middle of the street just as I was about to get in the car with the most dreadful sickly feeling in the pit of the stomach that something really bad had happened. As soon as I walked in the door, I will always remember my parents sat in the kitchen looking distraught. My grandma had died that afternoon Sad she was taken ill in the morning suddenly and was gone just like that.

Fannydabbydozey · 22/04/2014 17:39

I was talking with colleagues just after we'd filmed an interview with a woman who's baby died not long after birth. We were all very teary and upset and I admitted that I had a terrible, terrible feeling of dread about my son. I couldn't justify it - he was a happy and healthy six year old, rarely ill and rarely at the doctors. But the feeling was hideous and very real. It wasn't something I'd felt over a long period of time, perhaps a few days but I got very emotional talking about it - it really felt like a premonition of doom.

The next morning my son had a stroke. He's fine now but I'll never forget that feeling. I wonder if I subconsciously knew there was something happening that was going to lead to the stroke.

LackaDAISYcal · 22/04/2014 17:48

I found a little paddington bear felt covered plastic toy, circa 1970s/1980s, in the pocket of a winter coat that had been in the attic for the summer.

No-one knows anything about it or where it came from; and the coat pockets were checked before it was washed and then put away.

It's a freaky looking bear as well; this is not a cute toy at all

LadyFlumpalot · 22/04/2014 18:25

Ahh yes, I am quite into photography and have a few lenses, filters etc. All of a sudden I seem to have acquired a filter that will fit none of my lensea and that I have no memory of buying. It just appeared in my camera bag one day. I haven't been anywhere where I could pick up someone elses, nor has anyone borrowed my camera bag.