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, another one - this one is recent.

Husband and I were lying in bed one night. We turned out the light and both rolled over to go to sleep, and a few seconds later there was a noise that sounded exactly like a train going past. In my half asleep state, I thought "ah, just a train" before remembering that we don't live anywhere near a train track. I sat up and said "er, what was that noise?" to my husband who replied with "it was just a train, don't worry." I reminded him that there are no trains anywhere near our house, and we both sat there, baffled. And then we remembered that an abandoned train line that hasn't been used in 60 years runs behind our house, just 10 feet or so from our little back garden. At this point, we gave ourselves permission to freak out.

Murmuration
Would it be worth asking the urban explorer lot about your circular staircase?
www.28dayslater.co.uk might be able to help you

I just thought of one, but it's not very exciting.

The other night our dog had an "accident" in the flat (at 3.30am!) which always seems to upset him. After cleaning it up I picked him up for a cuddle and put him on our bed so he would know we weren't cross at him. He lay for long enough for me and hubby to settle down again but then got up and jumped off the bed and left the room. As he left we both heard the unmistakeable sound of a crisp packet being rustled. Hubby threw back the covers claiming the dog had gotten in to his cashew nuts that he had left on the arm of the sofa in the living room but when we turned on the light the dog was just standing in the hall with no packets of anything near him (none in the bedroom either).

I once heard an announcement for a non-existent train at a long-ago closed station. It was really weird as it echoed around the houses and seemed to be coming from a distance. I had just moved to the village at the time and was commuting by bus so thought I would get the train the next day. When I looked for the times on the internet I found out that the line was proposed to be built but never got the funding. I did discover that I could make an easier connection through Redhill, which I would never have known if I hadn't heard the announcement, though.

Murmuration looks like a public toilet to me. You know the round ones you can get, usually in city centres. Bit of a weird location if it is!

Just thought of another.

Several years ago I lost a very close Aunt to Lung Cancer. When I went to bed that night I was upset, DH gave me a cuddle and I made a comment to him how devastated I was that I'd never pick up the phone and hear her cheery voice say 'Hello Janey!" again and how I'd miss her calls.

Around 3am our phone rang. At the time my Dad (Aunts brother) was also dying from lung cancer so I was hyper alert to phone calls just in case. DH and I both shot up, I grabbed the phone, pressed the green answer button and was surprised to get a dial tone. I dialled 1471 and got the number of someone who'd called me at 8pm the night before. Confused I went to the downstairs phone, which was flashing a missed call. Dialled 1471 into that and again got the number from the night before.

I couldn't explain it, DH couldn't explain it. We'd both woken up to the phone ringing. DH commented that my last words had been how I'd miss her phone calls. I'm sure there is a rational explanation somewhere.

LiseJ, just for you, here's pome I recited in a music and drama competition when I were a lass.

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The Way Through The Woods, by Rudyard Kipling

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago
Weather and rain have undone it again
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods,
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anenomes.
Only the keeper sees that, where the ring dove broods
And the badgers roll at ease
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
Where the night air cools on the trout ringed pools,
And the otter whistles his mate
(They fear not men in the woods, because they see so few).
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet
And the swish of a skirt in the dew
Steadily cantering through the misty solitudes
As though they perfectly knew the old lost road through the woods.
...
But there is no road through the woods.

---

Bit like your train line, yes?

What a fab poem BoffinMum. It's given me shivers.

Another:

In my mid 20s, I moved back in with my parents for a year or two. One night, I woke in the middle of the night after a dream that upset me. It was about a big Landrover being involved in a fatal accident in a quiet country lane and lots of sad people, and an old woman from the village we lived in saying over and over again "but she was such a wonderful mum, it's so sad." I remember the dream vividly, and also remember that I was tossing and turning during it, trying to pull myself out of the dream. When I woke up, I panicked that the dream had been about my mum, and crept into her bedroom to check that she was OK. Satisfied that she was breathing and seemed fine, I went back to my bedroom and sat looking out in the dark across the road for a bit, with the dream still going round and round in my head. I finally got back into bed and managed to sleep again.

The next morning, police were knocking on the doors of all the houses on our road, looking for information about the whereabouts of the man who lived opposite us - his wife (who we knew fairly well) and her two little girls had headed off to their holiday cottage early that morning in her Landrover and she'd lost control of the car and crashed on a country road. She was killed instantly. The little girls were both OK. He'd been due to join them there later in the week. I was so relieved when I finally moved back out of my parents house. I couldn't look at those two little girls without thinking that I'd been given a warning that their mum was going to die, but because the dream hadn't been specific enough, I hadn't been able to stop it from happening. So much guilt.

This place. Herbert Wiltshire. As long as I can remember, it has been shut.
Its all still there, the old fashioned haberdasher drawers, shirts, cravats, etc. wooden and glass counters, a real gentleman's outfitters. I asked about it on the local FB page but no one knows anything. Its just abandoned.
I really want to know what happened. Im guessing the man died, but then who pays the lease etc...?
Any ideas?

catthiefkeith we used to get round robins from Janet & Roy every Christmas! They were for previous occupants of our flat.

Around Christmas time last year, I had a dream about a good friend having a baby - I sent her a text message the next day and got a very cryptic reply back, so it wasn't a surprise when she announced a couple of months later that they were expecting their first baby. I was really quite pleased with my little psychic quirk & told quite a few people about it. What I didn't share with everyone was this lingering feeling that things wouldn't work out and she wouldn't have her baby. I dismissed it as doom-mongering, until I received an email from her about 6 weeks ago saying that they had discovered at their 20 week scan that the baby was not forming properly and they had to terminate the pregnancy. The guilt is incredible.

Inneedofsanity, there's a 192 listing for it, with a phone number, you should try giving it a call!

m.192.com/atoz/business/leigh-on-sea-ss9/menswear-retail/herbert-wiltshire-ltd/a29dc3f30251a7772cb2becc6ec604fb848b22d6/comp/

There was a lovely little article about that shop in a paper not too long ago (I think it was the Guardian, but I can't find it now). It was founded in the 30s and when the owner died in the early 199os his son (or other relative) decided to preserve it as a sort of museum/memorial, and has kept everything exactly as it was.

Oh that shop looks enchanting!

Murmuration this is in the town I live in, I will ask H when he gets home as we have discussed what it to and he knew.

I think it's a wee shelter for a lollipop lady but I could be wrong

We were visiting a local, restored, watermill with DD when she was 2, and MIL. It has three floors with a working waterwheel on the ground floor and various rooms showing how flour was made. On this occasion, the top floor was given to local craft stalls. DD had really enjoyed exploring the rooms and watching the water but when we came to the room with the stalls, she looked up to the rafters and said "man......like this", and put her head to one side. She would not go into the room despite much coaxing. We have never been back.

My husband is an urban explorer , he likes abandoned country houses, farms etc.

He has found an amazing place, huge farmhouse , door open all intact and untouched from the 1980's. even a wallet with pound notes in it.

Dishes in a dish rack the lot. Clothes hung in wardrobes, all as if its untouched from 30 years ago.

Jewellery on a dressing table.

He took lots of photos and posts on a site but one rule is you do not disclose whee these places are to each other.

Boffin a good early Sarah Harrison novel was on a similar theme to that poem, worth a read.

Windchime, very Sixth Sense.

I had not heard of Sarah Harrison, she looks terrific. Which book did you mean?

A Dangerous Thing, set in Devon. it was an early writing so it has a 70s feel

she is very good imo and I have read most of her novels as they are not too heavy going.

ineedofsanity Near me there is a shop very much like that one, except it's a music shop. It's down a very quiet side street and has always baffled me because it's never ever open, it has a proper sign on the front with opening and closing times on it and even has guitars and other instruments in the window.

I've recently discovered that it's in fact a brothel, and the "music shop" is just a respectable front to divert attention from what's really going on inside.

Obviously I'm not saying that's what going on with this haberdashery, but as soon as I saw your photo it reminded me of the "music shop" near me

We have just had one!

Took the dog to the vets, and overshot the car park so turned around in the driveway of the place dh used to work in.

Dd (3) piped up "that's Daddy's work" great, except Daddy hasn't worked there since she was 6 months old and the last time I was there was the day he handed his van back. (She was in the car though)

Definitely not been there since, totally different town to us, and she hasn't either. How on earth could she remember that?

I grew up in a small town with a naval base very near a dockyard. Near my house are some huge industrial tanks - I presume for gas or oil or something to do with the dockyard because they are guarded and behind barbed wire fences.

I woke one morning and my mom and brother were both exhausted. Apparently in the night, one of the guards had seen a young girl, 2-3 years old in a red coat running down the road. He had called the police, they had searched for her and even got the police helicopter out because there were woods and fields nearby that she could have run into and got lost.

The helicopters had flown really low over the houses in our road shining searchlights into all the gardens. I had managed to sleep through the whole thing!

But they never found a little girl and one was never reported missing. The local conclusion was that either the guard was drunk, hallucinating from drugs or had made up a story from boredom. But he must have been pretty convincing to have called out a police helicopter...
We have often wondered about it, and if there was more to the story...

Rhine that made me chuckle!
I tried to look it up, but there is hardly anything. Only the relatives as directors. I think I'd just like to have a proper look inside, its so unusual.
PunkHedgehog I couldn't find it either. Just fascinates me as I walk past it several times a week.