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?

Not woo at all but quite sweet. I have a reasonably unusual surname. Someone asked my mum if she was related to "X" Bip and when she said yes, (it was my aunt, my dad's sister) mum's friend said "you may like this". It was a lovely old hard backed prayer book which she had got from a charity shop, with my aunt's name in the front, which had been given to her by her parents - my grandparents - I think for her confirmation.

The book would have been given to her about 65 years ago. My aunt lives about 300 miles away. She is very ill now and has dementia, so we cannot ask her if she knows when she last saw it or when she gave it away.

Our sieve just disappeared. We only have a small kitchen. I never take it out of the kitchen, not has DH. Checked all cupboard, nothing.
Very very odd.

Lost a necklace for about 4 years. Then one day it turned up in jewelry box (which I had checked a number of times). Asked family and no one had found it and placed it there.

My money is on fairies for this one

Mines a really boring one but I had two hoody tops, one was a Great Ormond Street Hospital one which I loved.

They disappeared from my house one day the two of them. About 4.5 years ago.

I always thought that they'd turn up, but since then the whole house has been decorated, new furniture, there was nowhere for them to hide. I rarely had visitors and noone would have been in my room.

The other thing I'd like to know is where all the tea spoons go...

I had a great uncle who was a bit of a black sheep, my Grandfather once told my mum that the Uncle had done something very bad when he was younger but that he wouldn't tell us what it was and the secret would go to his grave with him. The great uncle has been dead for a few years but DGF is still alive, is nearly 90 and still won't tell. We do know the following about the great uncle- he once had an affair with a married woman and decided to shoot her husband to get rid of him, DGF had to remove the gun from his hands, he also got a woman pregnant, married her, then decided he didn't want to be married and came back home (to the other end of the country) without telling her and never had any contact with the child. Whatever he did must have been worse that either of those!

I bought some new undies and hid them in a cupboard. They just disappeared. ! Have to this day never found them

This thread is the BEST THREAD EVER!

I have one: I had a ring that I was given as an early teenager. I wore it to school. Every PE lesson, I took it off and put it on a chain around my neck. One afternoon, we went to play netball. I put it around my neck as usual. After getting changed I went to take it off my necklace, the clasp was still firmly closed.. but no ring. where did it go?

still annoys me.

This is perhaps a solved mystery, but something strange nevertheless (and sailing close to outing self). About 13 years ago, I bought a very slim volume of a book in a 2nd hand shop. The book itself goes back quite a few years and is very out of print. It's something I have a love-hate relationship with, as it should really grate on me but I find it deep and hilarious too. It is written by someone using a one-word pseudonym and for years I wished I knew who it was because I wanted to see if he'd written any more (it was pretty easy to guess it was a 'he').

Fast forward to about 4 years ago, I'd moved and was living in a different county. It was my last day in a job that had made me extremely unhappy and I was this close to actually walking out without a word on that day. I got talking to someone who came in to hotdesk at a computer, who I didn't know well, and ended up talking about this book. I recommended it as it had a bit of a resonance with what we'd been discussing, and spelt out the one word name. I also mentioned a passage in it referring to the writer rarely seeing his 2 sons due to an endless cycle of commuting.

From behind me came the sound of a correction of the spelling. It was my line manager (and this was very typical of the nit picking I'd been used to so no alarm bells were rung even then). I obediently repeated the right spelling, slightly sarkily. Line manager then proceeded to ask me a couple of things about the edition I'd bought. It turns out Single-word-pseudonym is his father. He assumed I'd brought this up to take the piss a little, but I swear I had never been so shocked in my life to have been handed that revelation just out of the blue.

PS - the detailed picture drawn in the night; this reminded me rather uncomfortably about an occasion where a friend of mine, about 14, had taken some soft illegal substances and I watched him draw (in marker pen on a white table, unfortunately) a really fascinating and detailed picture in what looked like a bit of a trance. Wouldn't really have ever expected him to do a similar thing while not under the influence. It couldn't have been down to something like that, could it?

Not very exciting compared to most but my large metal sieve disappeared about 8 months ago. My house has a small kitchen and is only 1 of two rooms down stairs, with only 5 rooms in the whole cottage plus the two hall ways. I've looked everywhere. I would never take it outside, poof its just gone

Oh wow, just got to the end of this wonderful thread.
Some truly remarkable and fascinating stories here, fantastic bed time reading this was, I'm pretty sure I'll be back to add some of my own stories to this too 😀

Synaesthesia. I have this too.

DD had two cuddly toys she used to sleep with as a baby/toddler. One was a tiger we bought in Spain when I was pregnant with her. The other was a teddy. At some point the tiger disappeared. I wasn't overly concerned at first - I assumed it had fallen out of her cot onto the floor or was wrapped up in her baby blankets or she'd left it downstairs and it was mixed up with her toys. But time went by and it never showed up. She's 20 now and I still wonder about it from time to time. I wonder if a visiting child took a shine to it and made off with it?

Did you sign up to any online group / shop/ baby site while pregnant?

I've just remembered I probably caused a mystery n someone's life. If I did and you are reading this I hope you enjoyed the gift.

My brother's birthday is 30th November so I often send him a advent calendar for his birthday, or I did when we were still speaking.

One time I got his address mixed up. I put his house number but the street name was the street they moved away from 20 years ago.

I considered sending a post card but I thought that would make me seem even more deranged so I just ordered again and sent it to the correct address.

When dh was alive he had an apple lead that did something to do with the camera on your iPhone. Anyway it went missing and we turned the house upside down looking for it.

One day we were in our bedroom and standing my side of the bed talking and we both looked down at the same time and it was poking out from under the bed. I vacuumed daily and hadn’t seen it there before, we also had something go missing at the last house and turn up in the middle of the worktop.

We have a ghost black cat, been with us three house moves now. No idea who it is.

Wet fart ball

I've posted this a few years ago. When we lived in a hot country we would go to bed with just a sheet over us, during the night I was aware of OH going to the loo, coming back into the bedroom and pulling the blanket up from the bottom of the bed as it was now chilly. He tucked it round my shoulders and in the morning it was there. A couple of years later, in a different flat I mentioned how he used to do this and he looked shocked, I didn't do that, you did it!
Another few years later in a different country we were introduced to new people and they'd lived in the same flat, years before us, and the woman's first words were Did you still get tucked in at night?
It was almost 50 years ago but I now have goosepimples on my arms.

Aw you had a friendly ghost who looked out for you.

Holy crap that's so bizarre about the pastries. The other morning (a couple of days ago) I was walking the dog, about 6.15 am and lo and behold there was a mound of pastries on the side of the road - bread rolls, croissants, even a bloody cream bun! I can remember thinking how incredibly bizarre and not near a bakery or even right outside anyone's home. Also such a waste as it all looked fresh. I'm wondering if foxes have midnight feasts of baked goods?

Also - completely to throw a curve ball ... when I lost my Mum to cancer (over 10 years ago) - I discovered a gorgeous antique compact and inside it is a key. It was left where she knew I would find it - but no instructions and I don't have a bloody clue what it opens or what it's for. I'm baffled! It's obviously important but I've been through everything ever and we've emptied and sold the house now and I still have this key?!*

Good grief! My dear departed Mum did exactly this (but in her garden) it would be the leftovers of Sunday tea - also a mixture of Mr Kipling french fancies, angel slices, scones and sandwiches, all for the resident badger and foxes (much to my Dad's disgust as he complained they were his favourites and he would've happily had them on Monday!)
Despite us telling her it was not suitable food for wild animals, she couldn't help herself, but would then complain that the badgers arse was getting bigger and it was struggling to get through the hedge..

Mine is when we came home to find our dog standing on the porch (flat) roof above the front door. We hadn't had him very long, he was a medium size Bedlington terrier. He'd been at home alone for a short while and I'd shut all the windows to be safe. We came home and there he was. He looked puzzled but not frightened. We had to get the fire brigade to get him down. They were so kind but couldn't offer any explanation! I took a photo at the time and looking at it after, there's no way he could've got there himself. No signs of a break-in. I'll never work that one out!

I So LOVE this mystery ❤️

@imip I had fuzzy felt and it set my teeth on edge! I couldn’t stand touching it. And even now I recall trying to scratch a piece off the backing board!!!!! HORRIBLE!!!!