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?

About 8 years ago I began hearing noises like mice scratching in the house. We had pest control in but nothing found. It was only at nighttime, usually middle of the night. It was incredibly frustrating. Eventually I pinpointed it to a miniature, wooden chest of drawers that I had bought a couple of years earlier from TKMaxx. They had been made in India. This noise continued on and off for a couple of years. Thinking it must be a beetle I put it in the freezer thinking it would kill it off and forgot about it for 2 months...the noise stopped and then started again 2 weeks later. It drove me and my husband and guests mad! Eventually I gave it away to charity. We moved house and 5 years on, the sound has started again, intermittently, and I can't find where it's coming from....

www.mumsnet.com/Talk/mumsnet_classics/1318402-A-small-fluffy-bundle? I still want to know why the cat was there in the first place!

What's 'a woo type'? A couple of people have mentioned it now but I've not heard it before.

If it was bed bugs, you'd know. I once stayed in a hostel with bed bugs and got bitten - never known bites like it: intense burning itching for about 2 weeks - hell!

Ooh I seem to have opened up a vein of mystery here!

Another one which subsequently was solved, was, when we lived in France, brake warning lights coming on, on not one but two new cars. Turned out to be martens - les fouines as I think the locals called them - which liked to chew brakes!

Eminybob. ME TOO on the flying down the stairs thing. If I think about it now I Can still remember recall all the sensations, landing etc. how strange.

Some sad stories here. NeverQuiteSure.

Ooh, I have two.
First one, explainable but a mystery to me. When I was in my 20s I bought a first floor flat in a Victorian terrace of two storey buildings. Came home one day and someone had painted the outside of my flat, not the one below or on either side. Luckily I liked the colour. Nobody ever seemed to realise their mistake and return to paint any other property nearby, so I assume that the painter got completely the wrong road, unless of course I had a secret admirer with a frontal facade fetish!
The other one was spooky, shortly after DH and I moved into our first house together, one morning we noticed that the old plastic curtain rails had been taken down and the screw holes very badly filled with polyfilla. I didn't do it and my DH swears he didn't ( to be honest he would have made a much better job of the filling). There was reputedly a ghost in that house and lots of other things also happened, but there was always a possible explanation for everything else - the curtain rail, though, still puzzles me to this day.

My childhood home had a downstairs cloakroom and no one used to go in there because it was absolutely freezing. I went in there one morning when I was about 6 or 7 and there was an enormous toad sitting on the closed toilet seat.

I screamed and got a walloped for waking everyone up.

No one believed me that I had not got him from the garden, firstly, we had no frogs or toads in our garden. Secondly, what are the chances of me managing to unlock the door (could not reach the top lock) and going out there in Basil Brush pj's and Orinoco slippers and actually finding one? I loved those Orinoco slippers and I would not wear them in the garden ffs

Everyone still thinks it was me and no one will admit to putting the toad there ....

Place marking - OP Brilliant thread.

Xmas 1987 I got a Criristmas Card from Belize. I had never even heard of the place. I had to look it up in my Nan's Sunday Times World Atlas. My Father went ballistic (he was that way inclined) and had only just calmed down when six weeks later a Valentines Card arrived, with the same postmark.

I was grounded for a month even though I had no idea who it was from and had been single (not even a little snoggeroony or slow dance) for 18 months....

According to my late MIL, DP was definitely dreaming something weird when she found him asleep at the top of the stairs as a small boy shouting that he'd jump. He's mentioned the weird flying feeling before, once or twice, and I have felt it might be sleep related. He doesn't sleepwalk now

DS is also a sleep walker (apparently runs in families), but as he's pretty much incoherent when sleepwalking I'm not sure if I'll find out if he gets that flying feeling.

My beloved grandmother gave me her engagement ring before she died. I haven't been able to find it for the last 10 years. I've looked everywhere and am convinced that it is in my ex's house (where I lived before). He has looked with no luck.

this is one of those occasions where I wish ghosts were real and someone could find this 90 year old ring. Sometimes I speak aloud, asking for it back

Awww Springy. That is very sweet!

biggerbuns that made me think of a nearly-mystery: last year when we got our extension roof redone, the man rang me at work to ask some technical question about what we wanted. Long story short, some things he said sounded odd, and I began to realise he wasn't at my house. He had gone by mistake to a different house in the street ( totally random one) which also happened to have an extension, gone through their gate, got up on their roof and started work.

Thank goodness he rang! I always imagine the alternative: them getting home from work and realising that the kitchen extension had all new tiles on it.....

latrucha- the filter bit, the part you unscrew. I find rusty pins there sometimes. But it might be that you have high levels of iron in your water, it might be to do with inflow piping, all sorts of things can leave the marks. I have them on a white duvet cover and I am not quite sure how they got there. If you used Chlorine based bleach on the marks, they may be there forever. i am not sure if they will still respond to the stain remover once that has been done. But worth trying. I think Stain devils do a rust remover, I am about to hunt some down for my cover.

Oh and the dog story, with the scratches? I honestly think i would move house after that! Frightening...

I think I've seen the poo thing before. Did these poos look like wee Malteasers? In my days on the wards we'd occasionally find them in the beds. There was no question that someone else had done them, especially as some of them were in the beds of bed bound folk who we'd turned less than 2 hours before.

I think what happens is that a wee bit of poo sneaks out and dries out a bit so that it doesn't leave skiddy marks. Its then gently rolled into a wee ball by the action of the sleeping person and by the same action makes its way down the pyjama leg or out the top. Its still a bit damp inside so if you squash it, which is more likely with the bottom of the legs or the feet you get a wee brown mark. Other folk who've squashed it a bit higher up recognise it as their own poo, that's why all the mystery jobbies are at the end of the bed.

PP who's wee girl found the mucousy poo, could that have been some snotter or sputum stained with old blood?

Am I Jewish?

Wonderful thread
My mystery is my great grandparents only had one son (my grandad) they died before I was born. As a child we used to go to their grave every weekend with my nan and grandad to place flowers and there was always another bunch there, big and more expensive than we could have afforded, every single week. They and no idea who they were from and even asked the cemetery people to keep a eye out just in case someone had the wrong grave? And they wanted to thank them (the grave would be often tidied and cleaned too) but no one ever saw anyone. This went on for years and years.

Ravenrose, could you look back on electoral rolls and see if you can work out where exactly your parents lived?
You might be able to contact an old neighbour for information or does your birth certificate list a different job occupation for your father that you could trace?

Oh also

My dad died when I was a baby. But apparently before I was born he had another kid. He always denied it. Now we're older I see this lad and he calls me sister but I've never really accepted him. I'd like to know if he is my brother.

And the dog one, was it a dog or a bitch? If it was an unneutered dog could it have caught the sent of a bitch in heat?
It took a while to persuade my dad to let our dog have the snip and some of the things that very small animal did in pursuit of the ladies were frankly astounding, he climbed a 6ft chain link fence once and I know he'd done that because the next door neighbour saw him at the top. He was also very miserable and shaky if he couldn't work out a way to get out and find the bitch he could smell. Could it be that?

BrianButterfield That happens to be ALL THE TIME

But what is more spooky was that I was just reading through this thread and KNEW that was what you were going to write about just before I read it. I am not woo at all, but saw your name and thought 'Brian does that thing where you think see people then you really do'. I have gone all shivery.

And it's odd because with the 'glimpsing' people out of the corner of my eye thing, I sort of know when a 'false sighting' is a sign that I am really going to see that person. Sometimes I think I see the same person two or three times over the course of a few days before the real one actually materialises but by then, I am expecting to see them - even if I haven't for months and moths.

What IS that about?

When ds was about 10 months old we planned to go away for a night to a friends wedding, leaving ds with my mum & dad. About a month before we went I received an anonymous letter through the post.

The writer said their daughter had told them about our trip. They didn't think we should leave a child under 18 months with anyone at all. They were telling me this as they'd done it & their daughter had been ill & at that age they can't tell their carer.

I have absolutely no idea who it was. My mum has no idea either.

They had my address, but didn't know my surname. The address was written by someone who's not from my borough. The handwriting indicates they're quite old. A complete mystery!

I found it sad that someone so old had lived with this regret for so long.

Universal did you mean me? No, not Jewish. Irish/Scottish Catholic