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?

Who closed my dd's bedroom curtains again this morning
My dd stayed at her friends last night.whenever she stays away i still close her bedroom curtains.this morning i got up and went in and opened them then went downstairs had breakfast etc then went up to have a shower.i went into her room to get the hairdryer and her curtains were closed.my dh is away working so no-one else here.

I would be out of that house like a shot if I found that out LadyFlump that's too creepy for me. And Greyhounds story gave me the heebie jeebies too, it's like Gothika. Oh and the MNer whose DD saw a man in the rafters at the mill, that is creepy too, kids must be more open to "other worldly" vibes, any stories like that that my pals tell me have all been when they were younger.

A friend of mine has been talking on facebook about an energy she thinks is in her house. She has been redecorating and thinks she has disturbed it through that but she doesn't seem bothered. People are telling her to talk to it, apologise and tell it she means no harm to put it to rest again. I would be petrified!

ResponsibleAdult, they will have left for their own protection.

Oh and I still want to know what happened to the person who was trapped in the basement?

ResponsibleAdult - a friend of mine was house hunting recently and went to a house that felt very similar, as if it was currently lived in, complete with a book on the bedside table with a scrap of paper in it half way through as the book mark, newspapers in the magazine rack, stuff in the washing basket etc, but an air of having no one living in it. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it felt false - but too many little touches like hair on the hair brush to make it just be a staged house by an estate agent.

She asked around and one of the mums at school knew someone else that lived on that street, turns out it was owned by a couple who had both died in a car accident - the family had sent in cleaners to keep the place clean before viewings, but obviously the personal touches hadn't been removed.

Just had a bit of a freaky experience! DD age 4 cuddled up on sofa with me. I had my arm around her with my hand resting on her arm. She turned to me and said "why is your hand vibrating?" (She recently learned the word). I replies that it wasn't and she said "it is! I can feel it on my arm! It must be your phone ringing"
I always have my phone set to silent and usually have it in my pocket. It was in my bag which I had put in the understairs cupboard which is in a totally different room to where we were. I checked and sure enough I had just missed a call!
It was on silent so she can't have heard it. Surely she wouldn't have heard it vibrate?

PinkLemons I can often hear my phone vibrating even in a different room. Especially if it's upstairs, the sound magnifies through the floorboards.

It doesnt explain how she felt it vibrate though.

I can hear it if it's upstairs but never in my bag! I think I'm going to recreate the scene by using the landline to call myself and see if either of us hear it! I should have said that we live in a hot country so we have the a/c on which is pretty noisy!

Thanks twighlight! It's nice to know that it is an actual mystery, and I'm not the only one who wondered but still doesn't know. I must say I'm surprised it isn't boringly prosaic!

Maardy Baa Lamb I know the answer to yours. I work in alumni relations and we pay tracking companies to hunt people down with whom we have lost contact. Every university does it. People are always surprised to receive a magazine through the post 30 years after graduating having not heard a peep since.

Oh I remember another one - one evening, about 20 years ago, I opened the front door and saw a greenish disc fly slowly across the sky, quite low. From what I remember it made a whmmm whmmm sound. The local paper had lots of calls about the "UFO" & said it was some military thing.
But was it?
Anyone else see it, it was over North west London?

I currently live in a house where the previous owner died inside and was not found for a few days, he was troubled I believe and my mums ex husband from nearly 30 years ago..... Long story.

We bought it as a do-er upper, and when it was nearly finished I took DS to see his new bedroom, he was about 4, he poked his head in and said 'that's not my room, it's johns room, silly mummy! ' and refused to go in there. We knew no one at the time that was called john! I legged it out of there and called my mum, but her XH was not called john either

Over the years a few things have happened:
TV turned on and off by itself during the day and at night.
Taps come on randomly, there may be a scientific explanation for these but, every few weeks I heard a sweeping sound, getting louder and louder, but when I looked for it, it stopped. We have wooden floors everywhere so assumed it was something under floorboards.

One evening I was in alone, DS was with his dad, it was about 11pm, I heard the sweeping sound really loudly like someone was sweeping the floor. I went to investigate after about 5 minutes as I was far to scared to move at first, and the broom was leaning up against the wall of DS's room I always leave it in the kitchen cupboard.

I ran into the front garden and called my dad to come and investigate but the house was empty apart from me.

Hasn't happened since though!!

Finally read through all this thread and I really want to know if Chippy and CatThiefKeith have swapped bowls.

Bella's comment (just up there^) has suddenly reminded me of something weird I saw - but not a green light/UFO.

This must have been about 4 or 5 years ago. One murky February/March afternoon, about 2.30-3 ish. I was sitting in a chair in my sitting room and caught, out of the corner of my eye through the window, something drifting across the sky. I stood up to look out of the window and saw this 'thing'. It was above - and behind - the roofs of the houses over the road. It looked as though it could be a parachutist. About 6 foot tall (but who knows at that distance).

But I realised that it couldn't be a person, because it looked completely rigid - more like a long cylinder. It carried on drifting (presumably in the wind) and then suddenly the cylinder detached and dropped (but I couldn't see where, given the houses blocking my view). The parachute continued on its path for a while, until it collapsed and drifted down out of sight.

Bear in mind I live in a central London borough, this sort of thing would be immediately noticed and commented on. But could I find any information? No. I even asked local friends. No, they hadn't seen anything. I've Googled. Found nothing.

What the hell was it?

I once planted a rambling rose to train up the inside of the hedge at the front of our house. It was a highish proper field hedge and close to gate which was always left shut due to small DC's. You couldnt see the rose from the road. A couple of days after planting I noticed it was lying on the grass having been removed from its spot. The area was very neat and tidy, no sign of soil being throw around by a cat or dog and indeed looked like it had been patted back down again. Mystified I went to get a spade to make the hole again and replant it. In the hole, neatly covered by the soil was a PACKET OF SAUSAGES! The sausages had a label from the village shop and werent even out of date. What's more the packet was completely untampered with, no teeth marks etc. I am sure it wasnt an animal as it was all far too neat, but why on earth would anyone plant a packet of sausages and up root a rose?!! I knew no one would believe me so I made my friend get in her car and drive down to my house to see this bizarre site. We still laugh about it but have no explanation and no one ever owned up!

I'm not remotely woo or anything but what happened to me recently shook me up a bit.

I had a dream when I was 15 or so that was very very real, almost déjà vue.

It started with me scrubbing a big stone floor with a bucket of water and bucket in a very sparse but large corridor.
Once I had finished scrubbing the floor I went to a side room and emptied the bucket into an old fashioned sink then went to a room which appeared to be a nursery with children from newborn to around 3 years old. I picked up a little boy from a metal play pen and then had to hand him to a lady and she said say goodbye. In the dream I was distraught.

I woke up in tears.

Fast forward about 10 years and my son was about 4 years old. We have had a metal play pen for years and he ways hated being in it, he cried and cried.

Well we sold the play pen as we never used it anymore and after it was gone he said "I don't like that play pen" I said "I know babe" then he said "I didn't like it when you were my mummy before".

Very strange! And gave me the goosebumps as I hadn't ever told anyone about this dream ever.

Back in the early 80s, half a dozen of us young parents were all very good friends. One Valentine's day, each of the women found a rose on the doorstep. None of the DHs owned up, despite each getting the third degree from their wife. The next year it was chocolates, then a book each, then we all received a ticket to a Chipendale type hen do.

None of us ever caught the deliverer and thirty years or so on, none of us is any the wiser. Was it a combined effort or was it one of the DHs acting alone? We will never know and we were all very sad when the phantom Valentine retired.

I am loving this thread, some of the stories have sent real shivers up my spine!

My unsolved mystery is why my DH’s family never had any money when he and BIL were growing up, despite the fact that PIL never had a mortgage or rent to pay as they bought their house outright, never owned or used a washing machine, as MIL preferred to wash everything by hand, furniture was either bequeathed by family or bought second hand from a charity shop, they had one local caravan holiday a year (which was dependent on my FIL having a casual second job), their car was always a banger bought from the local car auction, never worth more than £600 (and sometimes paid for by FIL’s DM) and was not spent on the upkeep or decorating of the family home (it was very run down when it was sold last year and needed lots of modernising). They even had their haircut by DH’s Aunt (who was not a trained hairdresser, which is evident from the horrendous haircuts they had in old photos!). FIL worked FT in a reasonably paid job (sometimes taking on casual farm work as and when) and MIL did paid odd jobs like ironing once the DC came along. They didn’t have their DC until 8 years after they married, in which time they were both working FT.

MIL died suddenly many years ago, followed by my FIL’s DM (who left him 3 quarters of a house she owned and a substantial amount of money). FIL was then made redundant and given a big payoff, so we estimate that at that point (mid-90’s) he would have been sitting on a six figure sum of cash. So why did he then take out a ten year loan against his house? We know about this because he sold it last year to downsize and it was in the solicitor’s paperwork, which we were handling for him. We know how much money he has left now and it is barely even 10% of that figure.

DH doesn’t have a close relationship with FIL as he is a bit of a funny bugger so he doesn’t want to come outright and ask him but on the other hand he can’t make out why they never had any money and where the money they did have went to, when there is nothing to show for it? We will always wonder…

I was able to fly downstairs too as a child, well sort of float really. It just stopped when I got a bit older.

Boffin! Didn't even think of witness protection! That could be entirely plausible naturally suspicious. The house had cups on the table and plates in the sink for gods sake. They had literally just upped and left. Hairbrushes, toothbrushes, clothes, all intact, but with a thick layer of dust. It was totally woo.

MaryW I did think of an accident, but even if you were in an accident and died the house wouldn't be preserved as abruptly. We were all scared to be left in a room and even the estate agent looked spooked. We all ran out.

My wooiest experience ever. Properly spooktastic.

ooooooh my 'naming of the mouse' tale has made it to the MN talk page and EVEN HAS A PICTURE

also dies happy

I'm not sure if it's been mentioned but the cake, bread etc in the street could be a religious thing.
Where I live in the Middle East, it's not uncommon to see bread discarded by the side of the road, especially next to rubbish bins. Some Muslims consider it wrong to throw bread in the bin as it has been provided to them by Allah (at least this is what some of my colleagues have told me)

Where the bl**dy Visa card went when we were meant to pay the hotel bill in Greece. I was sitting on a sofa in Reception with it and then it...poof...simply disappeared.
Took the sofa apart (almost).
It was never used afterwards so it wasn't stolen/ skimmed.
DH was not a happy camper

When we were children my brother and I had miniature baby dolls. One of them was lacking stuffing in the middle so when you held its head you could make his legs flop like he was running fast. Unimaginatively we called him floppy. One day we threw him across the garden and saw him land near the fence between out garden and the neighbour's. When we went to get him he was gone. Our parents looked the whole garden up and down, and checked next door. The area was dug up more than once and it has never been found. Where is floppy? We're in our 30s now and still wondering.

My mystery is unsolveable I think but here goes....I was 15 and waiting for my bus home from school. I was wearing a typical school blazer, the kind that has quite stiff pockets at the waist that don't have buttons. A man walked past me very quickly and came very close to me and I was aware of his hand moving near me but it was so subtle I might well not have noticed. He didn't speak to me. I patted my pocket to check my purse hadn't gone as I thought maybe he was one of those super skillful pickpockets but it was still there.
When I got home I was hanging up my blazer and I noticed in the pocket was a little tightly rolled bit of paper which must have been put in there by him as it definitely wasn't there before. It was a scroll with hieroglyphs and symbols and nothing else printed on normal paper and it meant nothing to me. Why did he do it? Did he think I was someone else? Was he trying to scare me for some reason? I still have no idea. I threw the scroll away as it freaked me out which I slightly regret now.