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?

Murmuration, I have an answer.

It is the entrance to underground buildings. My husband remembers the sign said something like danger underground buildings.

The underground buildings are probably to do with the old airfield which the houses you can see we're built on.

Apparently part of it was still in use in the 1960's. it is widely rumoured to be a nuclear bunker entrance.

Sorry it's not a full definite answer

My dad has just told me a horrid story, after I told him about this thread. He is a retired TV producer and, in the last forty years or so, has made lots of documentaries about mysteries, oddities and the paranormal. Having said that, he is generally sceptical about such matters.

Until I was about ten, Dad worked for Yorkshire TV (as it was called then, before the franchises in the early 1990s).

Every night, Dad drove home from his office in Leeds to our little village that was located just a mile off the A1.

One rainy evening, Dad caught sight of man thumbing a lift on one of the B roads near our house. He drove past him, but saw him again over several nights. The man had a hooded raincoat and carried a torch.

After a few nights, Dad stopped and offered the man a lift. The guy said he wanted to travel to a small town, a couple of miles from our village.

The chap was grateful for the lift, but my dad felt uneasy because the man talked, with great intensity, about various murders in Yorkshire.

Dad dropped the chap off In Boroughbridge - the town the hitchhiker had asked to be taken too.

The next day, Dad went to his car and found that there was a disgusting smell inside. It was repellent. Underneath the backseat, he found a tangle of rags that were stinking and rotten. He did not know how they got there.

One night, on his way home, he saw the hitchhiking guy, with raincoat and torch, in the middle of the road. To his horror, the man threw himself against Dad's windscreen. The impact made a massive noise and Dad screeched to a stop. He leapt out of the car, fully expecting to find a body, but there was nothing there.

He never saw the hitchhiker again, but his car was filled with a smell so rotten and odious that he got rid of it. He checked with the car dealer, but no smell was ever reported after the car was sold.

Oooh I'm loving this thread!

Curled up with a duvet and a cuppa and so far I'm on page 9 .. but as I'm reading I started rememembering a few unsolved mysteries of my own - one of which still scares the bejeezus out of me to this day.

This is going to be a long one ... sorry!

One night, years ago, when I lived a long way from where I am living now ... I had a dream that I was walking down this road and there was a street sign on the wall 'Ladydell Road'. I walked along the road until I got to this big old house on the left hand side and I opened the gate, went in and walked around the outside of the house. It was night time and dark and there was no-one else around, only me.

It was so clear and so detailed ... I walked around the front of the house, up the side, and then around the back following the contour of the walls. I tried the back door handle and it was locked, so I just carried on walking around outside for a bit ... and then I woke up.

Have no idea where the house or the road were supposed to be - the small country town I was living in at that time had no 'Ladydell Road' and even if it had, the architecture was all wrong anyway - the type of stone, just everything didn't fit the rural area I was living in.

It was so vivid and not at all dreamlike, like I was actually there and I was actually walking around this house as you would in 'real life' so to speak and it played on my mind for a few days.

My parents lived 350 miles from me, and when I next spoke to my mum on the phone in one of our regular chats, I told her about my dream, described the house (a big old Victorian detached villa with a gravel driveway). She laughingly said 'We've got a Ladydell Road in our town', but then added 'but it's either semis or terraced cottages up that road, there's no big detached places like you are describing'.

So the years passed and I forgot about it. Fast forward about 15 years, my relationship had broken down and I moved with my kids to the large, sprawling town where my parents were living, and where I still live today. Had been here for about five years, when I had to run an errand to a part of town I'd had no reason to go to previously.

Off I went, driving up all these unfamiliar roads, when I turned a corner and saw the street sign on a wall - yep, you've guessed it 'Ladydell Road'. Mum was right - 30s semis interspersed with short terraces of older cottages. But what she was wrong about was that there about halfway up, on the left hand side, exactly where I'd dreamt it was, exactly as I'd dreamt it, the EXACT same house that I'd dreamt - big old Victorian Villa, gravel driveway, gate ... that bloody house was right there!

I'm not lying when I say I nearly shat myself on the spot. I stopped the car, it was the same house, not similar, the same, everything about it. There didn't appear to be anyone living there - no cars, flowers or plants or anything outside but it wasn't in a state of disrepair either. The front door paint was in good order, likewise the window frames and masonry. Although it was clearly built as a residential property, there was nothing to suggest, present day, that it was someone's home, other than some rather greyish net curtains hanging in the windows. You could imagine it being a headquarters of some quango or organisation, or a firm of solicitors maybe, but there were no identifying signs up or anything of that nature. It was just this rather stark looking, lonely house sitting there - the odd one out in a road full of much smaller houses and exactly the same as it had been in my dream.

How in hell had I dreamt that, and more importantly why had I dreamt it? I'm not a one for woo of any kind and I lean far more towards scepticism and a scientific explanation for most things than I do towards the supernatural, but I can't explain how much it freaks me out that I dreamt of seeing something, being there, walking around it ... and then 20 years later driving down a road and seeing it EXACTLY as I'd dreamed it.

I've never gone back down the road since, it just gives me chills thinking about it. If I have to go to that part of town for any reason, I will go any possible route I can to avoid going that way.

It has literally scared the hell out of me and worse still, the only other person apart from my mum, that I've ever told about this (until now) really shit me up even more when she said "what if you were there? What if you were actually walking around that house that night, like a 'ghost' or something?"

I shut her right up, I can tell you - don't even want to go there!

But when I do occasionally think about it (and trust me I try not to) it still makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

Nursey - I'd imagine someone else had pooed n the bed before you got into it!

Whilst in early Labour with dd at home dh was trying to get me to eat something before going into hospital. I wasn't really hungry but agreed to jam on toast which he made. Returned home 3 days later with dd and just fancied a bit of jam on toast. No jam to be found anywhere and it was a full jar. This was 3 years ago we have never found it and we've had a new kitchen since!

Greyhound and Fontella - both those stories have given me the shivers!!

A few months ago I took the stereo upstairs while I did some cleaning. I put it on the bed and plugged it in the socket on the wall down the side of the bed. When I finished I switched it off at the wall and went out.

I came home and went back upstairs. The stereo was on standby. I thought, "I must have forgotten to switch it off at the wall," and turned it on. My ipod was in the ipod dock, set on shuffle. The song "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" by Neil Young came on. I realised it was time to get the dcs from school and went to switch the stereo off at the wall.

It was already switched off.

After a moment of "WTF???" I realised the switch must be faulty. I unplugged the stereo and the standby light went out.

The next time I used that switch it was working properly.

A few weeks later I took the stereo upstairs again, into the dcs bedroom. I plugged my ipod on and put it on shuffle. Several songs played. Then, when I was on the other side of the room cleaning the window, "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" came on. Then it came on again. Usually the same song doesn't come up twice on shuffle. I went to look at the ipod, touched the screen and saw that it wasn't on shuffle anymore, it was on repeat.

I don't know how that could have happened, I was nowhere near it so couldn't have accidentally knocked it. Maybe a fly landing on the screen could have done it?

"Only Love Can Break Your Heart" doesn't have any kind of special significance to me or anything. It's just a weird coincidence that it twice kind of made itself heard when it shouldn't have.

Loving this thread, although reading some of the spooky ones whilst on holiday in a caravan on a windy evening is not the one!!

Kind of proud that my "loyal keys" got a mention

On two separate occasions now, over 10 years in different houses, I've lost an earring and then its turned up a couple of years later somewhere really obvious that couldn't possibly have been overlooked. In one case in a blanket on the sofa (large earring, no way I'd ignored it for two years), and more recently an earring which disappeared from a box in my bathroom cabinet then turned up on the side in a different bedroom, not caught up in anything, just there. 3 years on from when it had gone

Fontella, if your parents have lived there for a long time, might you have formed a memory of that house as a child or something?
you can remember things you don't remember you have remembered.... maybe that strange house, the only one of its kind, made an impression on you when you went past in a car when you were 6 or something

A few years ago I had tickets for the Show-jumping final of the 2009 European Championship in Windsor and I wanted to wear a certain outfit that had to be washed. I put the load of washing on in the early evening the night before but then a friend called me to ask me out for drinks. Of course I wanted to go, but I had a problem: the load of washing was still on and for some weird reason, you needed to put it on spin again after the circle to be able to open the door. I thought well if I don't return too late I can put it on spin again and hang it on the radiator over night.

I had a great night out with my friend, returned home and the first thing I saw was an open standing wash machine door. I thought my flatmates who were on holiday came back early but no. Now the weird bit: the wash machine was unplugged. I never ever unplug it and it really freaked me out.

I have a pair of stud penguin earrings. Last night before I went out I went to change them and realised I'd lost one. Gutted because they were from the Falkland Islands. This morning changing my daughter's nappy I spot something in her tummy button. Yep it was the back of my earring!!! Was just telling my DH the story of 'guess what I found?' when I spotted something on her bedroom carpet. The front of the earring! Now obviously only a matter of hours had gone by but how the hell had it got in her tummy button? And I'd been in her room a good hour without spotting the front bit. Anyway. I'm just happy I found it

When I was about nine or thereabouts we got a new girl at school, a year or two older than me. She was the sister of a girl in my year. The girl in my year had, we had believed, been an only child.

No-one had ever heard mention of any sibling. People had regularly gone to tea at the house and no other child had lived there.

Where had the sister been all that time? Where had she been living? Was she a full or half sister? Why did I never ask my classmate when I had the chance?

Several years ago I put in a load of washing. It was a fine day so I hung the clothes on the line once washed. I like to hang outfits together so they get taken in together and sorted/ironed together.

I hung the top of a pair of child's pyjamas but couldn't find the bottoms. I was positive I'd put both pieces into the washing machine, but presumed the bottoms had been stuck to the drum and were in the process of being rewashed along with the next lot of washing.

When the next lot of washing was finished I took care to completely empty the drum before putting in the next load. Still no pyjama bottoms.

That was three or four years ago and the bottoms never turned up. I am still positive I put them in the machine along with the top. I can understand a solitary sock finding its way inside the seal (although I couldn't find a gap in the seal of that particular machine) but a pair of pajamas bottoms? Surely not. Where did they go?

Twilight, I sent you a message. My only woo experience. We, ie Mum, sis and I went to view a property for sale. Dishes in the plates rack, marmalade on the table, mugs in the sink. Clothes upstairs and a child's ride along car thing knocked over in the drive. Thick dust on everything, clearly the house had been empty for a long time and this was late 70s or early 80s, not sure which.

Estate agent very cagey about what happened to the family, but clearly the family had all just got up, walked out, locked the door and never came back. Still creeps me and sis out. Where did the family go and why?

Loving this thread. haven't really got any woooo stories, I not woo at all. This is the only thing I can think of right how:
Last summer we were looking to rent a big house between myself DH my DF and DB (and DHs 2 sons at weekends.) I was pregnant with dd. It was tense as we were so desperate to move and finding so we here was difficult I.e 6 bedroom, takes pets, in budget, garden, separate lounges etc. Every time we went to visit the house we wanted Bob Marleys 'don't worry bout a thing' came on the radio on different stations. Once we'd moved in I didn't hear it again.
Then during my emergency c section about 3 months later, after a terrifying 5 hours of DDs heart rate disappearing and dipping (we thought we'd lost her-pre eclampsia) and a whole hour struggle to get the epidural in that song came on over the speakers in theatre literally as she was being pulled out! She was born 4lb 6oz and spent 3weeks in NICU for some blood sugar issues and is now a very healthy 5 month old. Not heard the song since.
Not very woo compared to others I guess

Sorry for typos!

OMG, has anyone seen that this made it onto the front page of Talk?

Yes, Revolting! Well done!

This thread is wonderfully weird.

I have a current mystery. I have a set of 3 small coffee tables. My dad bought them for me because they matched my decor when I redecorated my living room. The medium sized one always gives off a weird sound, like a crunching or gnawing sound every so often like the wood is being scraped from the inside. I've knocked it and hit it around but it'll stop for a few minutes and then start again. Sometimes it won't happen for days but then it starts and it's really loud. What could it be? oh and it's been happening for about 7 years now.

7 years is a long time bigredball! I once brought a wooden giraffe back from an African holiday and one day (months later) found a strange looking beetle on the hearth next to it and a hole in the giraffe that the beetle must have escaped from!

Weird, BigRedBall! I wonder if it's been sustaining an insect of some sort for years?

If you ever get rid of the table will you be tempted to bust it open and see?

Fontella, I second allhailqueenmab's point - were you brought up in that area, so might you have seen the house when you were a child and it scared you for some reason - then you dreamt about it many years later and your more recent sighting of it has brought back all those childhood fears?

And Greyhound, that is just terrifying

Yes it is a long time! Didn't realise how long it had been until I calculated, it was bought before dd was born.

learnermummy yuck!

saga I've thought about termites or wood eating bugs, but we don't have termite type things in this country do we? And why hasn't the table disintergrated after all these years? Yes I'm waiting for the table to get really old then I'll saw it in half to see what's inside, am scared it'll be a big fat maggot type thing with teeth...that's been alive for 7 years .

My mums just told me one, a friend of hers bought a derelict farmhouse as a do up project. He did the house up no problems and started on the garden. After the first day of working on the garden he came in and said to his wife that he didn't feel very well and went for a lie down. His condition worsened rapidly and he was blue lighted into hospital with swollen hands, tongue and throat.

The doctors said he must of had an allergic reaction to something in the garden and to wear thick gloves in future.

This happened three more times, even with the gloves, each time the attacks got worse.

He had the soil tested in the end and the results showed that the ground was full of dangerous levels of Arsenic! After a lot of asking around he found out that the last owners of the farm in the sixties had one day just randomly poisoned all their livestock, buried it all in the garden then committed suicide....

It clearly didn't bother him too much as he had all the soil removed, a load of new soil put in and now enjoys a good life in his beautiful farmhouse!

Why is there so much of the week left after the nice food from the weekly shop has run out?