Every family has some great memories, some secrets and some funny stories that will never be forgotten. If you ripped your pants while on vacation or burned Thanksgiving dinner one year, good luck living that down! But along with embarrassing and shameful moments, sometimes mysterious moments haunt us for the rest of our lives too…Reddit users have recently beenopening upabout personal mysteries from their own lives that they’ve never been able to solve. From encounters they had decades ago to people in their lives mysteriously vanishing, we hope you enjoy reading through these confusing stories, pandas. And don’t be afraid to do some detective work of your own!This post may includeaffiliate links.
Every family has some great memories, some secrets and some funny stories that will never be forgotten. If you ripped your pants while on vacation or burned Thanksgiving dinner one year, good luck living that down! But along with embarrassing and shameful moments, sometimes mysterious moments haunt us for the rest of our lives too…
Reddit users have recently beenopening upabout personal mysteries from their own lives that they’ve never been able to solve. From encounters they had decades ago to people in their lives mysteriously vanishing, we hope you enjoy reading through these confusing stories, pandas. And don’t be afraid to do some detective work of your own!
This post may includeaffiliate links.
My sister and brother-in-law were having a really tough year, especially financially. On Christmas morning they woke up to extra presents for the ‘kids’ (teenagers), food in the fridge and a bag of coal for their living room fire.It’s been about 10 years and they still don’t know where it came from, the kids are now adults and still believe it was Father Christmas.(It’s not a mystery to me, I snook in and did it on Christmas Eve, but I love that’s it’s still not solved)
Growing up we always had a white doorbell with a black removable bezel. Very simple thing, nothing anyone would ever think about. It could have been 20 years old in the 70s.I was 15 and coming back from school. Completely unremarkable, same routine as every school day.The bezel was white.I asked my parents if they’d changed it. They said it’s always been white, what an I talking about.And that’s what freaked me out. And it freaked me out really badly. We had a black doorbell, not a white one. It was as much an incontrovertible constant as all of us having two hands, two thumbs, ten toes. Black doorbell.Only “it’s always been white”.I swear this isn’t the universe I was born into. I slipped into a parallel universe that day where the only difference is the colour of my parents doorbell.
Found my birth father after learning he was also searching for me. I called the landline number I’d discovered. A man answered. Thinking it was him, I gave my name and confessed how thrilled I was after many decades. The man was a police offer. Guarding the home until the ME/funeral director arrived. I was beyond devastated. Gave my number to him hoping my fathers relatives would reverse charges and call. Thirty + years later, no-one has ever called. And without proof of accessible evidence, funeral home wouldn’t give me details. Plus we lived thousands of miles apart. Paid for his services and that was it. The smile on my face remains intact whenever I think of our limited memories together. Especially when the officer asked my hair color. He told me they’d discovered a very young childhood photo of me in his wallet with my name on the back and date. RIP Dad ❤️
I was in my final year of school, it felt like the summer would never end. Then I woke up and I’m almost 40. How?…
I once went swimming in open water and got really bad cramp in my leg, my friends were a fair bit away from me on paddleboards. I can literally remember starting to go under and not be able to get myself back up, I started to really panic. I then swear I felt someone grab me and help me swim over to my friends, when I looked who it was it was my childhood football coach and he kept saying “oh dear we need to get you out the water, come on you’ll be fine”.When I get to my friends they help me on the board and they help me back to shore. I’m not sure why I didn’t turn to say thanks to my football coach but we’re nearly back to shore when I ask where’s the guy who helped me out, and they told me I just swam to them myself and there was nobody there.I don’t believe in ghosts or guardian angels, I don’t believe in god or anything paranormal at all. But to this day I still remember being dragged out the water and him helping me across. I guess it was just my brain freaking out and putting an old authority figure there to help me get back ok. But man what the hell, I definitely saw and felt someone there, the brains a powerful thing I guess.
I accidentally dropped my teddy and he went tumbling down some stairs into the cellar. Mum or dad went down to retrieve him and an arm was missing. Nowhere to be seen. Searched the cellar and the rest of the house, never found the arm of my beloved teddy. Still perplexed to this day.
My mother-in-law told her son, my brother-in-law, something important on her deathbed. It seemed to have shocked him and he said he would tell us what it was later. That was over twelve years ago and he hasn’t contacted us since nor even responded to Christmas cards. He used to visit her grave on her anniversaries until about five years ago but has never been back. My wife (his sister) and I still wonder what was said and what became of him.
Okay so I get home from a shift i left at 7 in the morning ,and the fish tank was fine I get back at like 4 ish open the door my partner is out just me in the house , I hear a rumbling like plastic being rattled I look round the house trying to find the noise look at the fish tank and there is like 2 inches of water in there fish are nearly dead ( don’t worry they survived) im like what the actual f**k where has my fish tank water gone ? Note there are no tubes or anything like that coming out the tank it was completely empty no cracks in the plastic nothing phone my missus in a panic she has no idea I search the around the stand and the floor nothing nothing . This freaks me out I quickly pour a few cups of water in , I didn’t want to shock my fish with freezing cold water just enough for them to swim and breathe . I searched for a hour trying to find where 8 litres of water have gone no trace no spill no damp no puddles . I spent the next hour saying if there some one in here I will hurt you and call the police to this day mr and my missus get freaked out thinking about it . Where did it go
Somebody at school did a St the size of an arm; it was so absurdly big that the person who ‘discovered it’ ran into multiple classrooms (mid lesson) to get everyone to come to the Boys toilets and look at it… the fact no teacher bollocked him shows how justified they think he was in his amazement. By lunchtime word had spread to the whole school and dozens of students were now queuing up to get a glimpse of the ‘object’…. it was like Comic-Con with Ezra Miller; everyone was waiting in line to have their photo taken with a massive piece of st.Speculation was rife as to who did it - with mainly the larger students and teachers falling foul of the ‘Depth Charge Detectives’. Despite the biggest man hunt since the ‘Who Shot Phil Mitchell’ saga of 2002; no one ever came forward and it remained the school’s biggest mystery since the ‘hands on’ PE teacher abruptly got fired.
We moved house in May. On one of the first days in the property, I put my airpod charge case down on the dining room table, went into the living room to dust and vacuum, came back 20 minutes later and it was gone. The only thing in the dining room was the table itself and a set of (empty) shelves. I was alone in the house, my husband was out for several hours picking up various other bits of furniture and boxes. I have, to this day, still not found the case.Then, in June, I bought a new water bottle on the way to the gym, used it at the gym, came home and put it on the kitchen counter to wash and refill for the next day after dinner. Half an hour later when I came to do the washing up, it was gone. My husband had been with me the whole time. We were both totally perplexed. We’ve searched the house top to bottom multiple times over and still cannot find either of these items.
As the younger sibling I used to occasionally liberate my brothers clothes. Once I borrowed his sweat band (one that goes around the head) for a football game. A few days later I was back at the football pitch and saw the headband on the pitch next to the goalposts. I panicked, picked it up and took it home, relieved I’d found it.Fast forward a week or so and I overheard my brother asking my mum;“Why do I have two of these?” Holding up the sweat bands.I remained silent. I’d imagine it still bothers him to this day.
I want to know how a family member died. She was healthy one minute, the next minute dead as a doornail and her husband had her cremated extremely quickly.
When I was about 10 or 12 I was sitting at a desk in my room, and when I moved my elbow I accidentally knocked my favourite drawing diary off the desk. I bent down and pick it up, but it wasn’t there. Looked and looked but never saw it again.
Not nearly as intense or consequential, but I had a window cleaner for a few months. Decent guy, did the job, and I don’t think I ever really talked to him except when I needed to open the back gate so he could get to the windows there.Anyway, must have been the fourth or fifth time he was washing the windows and suddenly he just upped and left with it halfway done. I was working from home at the time so I thought it was odd, but assumed it was an emergency or something so I gave him a few days to message me and explain.Of course he didn’t, so I messaged him and commented on one of his Facebook Community Group posts asking him what happened, and he just blocked me. I checked for damage he might have caused but couldn’t see anything. It was so strange.
When i was about 12 or 13 an RE teacher once made me stand up during a lesson and think of a name, any name. He stared at me for a few minutes and then told the class the correct name i was thinking of.Everybody was accusing us of being in cahoots but i still have no idea how he did it. Creepy, spooky bastard.
In the 1980’s I was a wee lad and we used to go to my aunt’s house in Hexham. Their neighbours had a river at the bottom of their back garden.One year me, my brother, mum and aunt heard a really loud buzzing sound and saw a frikkin giant like 40-50cm long fat dragonfly going down the river bank.It was like something out of Jurassic park .To this day we can’t explain what we saw unless it was a freak of nature or an unknown species.
When I was 5 or 6, one day I went to school and my teacher was off sick, so we had a supply teacher instead. And then my first teacher… just never came back. They never said anything to us about it, just kind of acted like we’d had this new teacher all along.I’ve often wondered if she WAS ill, or if something happened to her - you’d think they’d have let us send a get well card for some sort of closure even if they didn’t want to let us know how serious it was. Makes me wonder if it was some kind of scandal, the way everyone seemed determined to pretend she’d never existed.
My mum is one of 6; two of her brothers refuse to speak to each other and haven’t for 30+ years. No one else knows why and when my grandparents were still alive, they had no clue about it.
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We’d suspected for a few years prior to the incident that my grandma had dementia but she refused to let us get her tested so we weren’t too forceful towards it, we just started putting plans in place in the background.Then March last year, I went to visit her for a couple of hours on Monday afternoon once I’d finished work, and all was fine. One of her neighbours had bought her some Chinese the night before and she was planning to have some left over won tons for her evening meal that night. I ate one just as I was setting off home.Anyway, I didn’t get chance to see her the couple of days after that, but my girlfriend visited on the Thursday to take my grandma for her weekly shop, where I got a phone call that my grandma had severely burnt herself.I went to visit her after work where she’d literally burnt all of her leg, stomach and side and it was looking infected. I asked her what happened, she said she spilt her meal on Monday. When I asked what she had, she couldn’t tell me other than “one of those what you had one of.” I said they wouldn’t have caused such a severe burn like that. And asked if she’d maybe spilt a hot drink or bowl of soup? But she said no, it was these won tons basically.She hadn’t told anybody at all until my girlfriend visited that Thursday, but I took her to A&E and kept having to take her for dressings changing and checkups.She healed and recovered but we’re absolutely dying to know how she really did it. But she just can’t tell us
In my childhood home there was a mysterious hole that appeared in the cupboard door under the sink in the kitchen. No-one has EVER owned up to it.I was too young to do any real damage, so the only real candidates are my mum, 2 brothers, dad and my brother’s mate who was staying the night when it happened.My mum and 2 brothers have always sworn it wasn’t them and we all believe eachother because it’s the sort of thing we’d admit now and laugh but they’re all adamant it wasn’t them, so it has to have been my dad or my brother’s friend, but my dad’s also denied it but also has a history of lying about stupid things.Me and my mum joke about one of us admitting it on our death bed. It’ll bother us all forever and there’s no way of finding out
One of our friendship group moved to London after many years living in the same town.Whilst he was in his hometown, 15 years or so, we met weekly for beers and went on holidays 2 or 3 times a year.One of the group emigrated and Dan attended his wedding abroad at huge cost to himself.After moving to London we still met every 2 months or so, and went to festivals together as a group.One day the emigrant member of the group contacted me asking for Dan’s number as he wasn’t answering.We all tried to contact Dan.9 years ago he completely cut us all off.Still a mystery and I still occasionally send a text to his old number in the hope he responds.He has no linkedin profile, Facebook etc
In the midst of Covid, my mum was diagnosed with terminal liver cancer. I was driving her to a hospital appointment and she said “one day Ill tell you all about it”. I should have pounced there and then, but tbh ive no idea what she was on about. Now shes dead, I often wonder what it was? Was it something major? Or mundane?
Where the middle eastern DNA came into our faily tree. I did a genetic test, which i know aren’t entirely accurate, however, as an extremely pale Irish heritage person it was a surprise to find out one of my great grand parents was likely middle eastern. All of my grandparents are very pale and born in Ireland, was one of my great grandparents hiding their heritage? Someone have an affair?
Recently my wife and I built a shallow raised bed in our garden for some strawberry plants. It has walls about six inches high. It is at the end of our garden which backs onto a small field, in which lives a horse that belongs to a neighbour a couple of doors down. A few days ago, my wife finds a full, unopened box of Jaffa cakes buried in the new soil that we put down only a couple of weeks ago. The box is damp from the soil but otherwise unopened, and the plastic containing the Jaffa cakes is still sealed. Who put them there, and why?The candidates include:* Our children? But we don’t have Jaffa cakes in the house and never do (nobody in our house eats them)* Our neighbour who owns the horse? We occasionally grumble at each other because she insists on placing her horse’s electric fence as close to our boundary fence as possible because she thinks, incorrectly, that our boundary runs along the fence (it doesn’t, it runs about a metre behind it). The field doesn’t belong to her so we just refuse to engage in the discussion and say if she has a concern about the boundary to take it up with her landlord. Seems a very unlikely thing for her to do, but she is a little odd.* Our other neighbour? A very mild mannered family, or so we thought until a few days ago when the police turned up at our door to ask if we had heard an argument there a couple of days earlier (we hadn’t). Might they or their children be under such stress that stealing into our garden to bury food is all they can focus on?* A neighbourhood cat? Our neighbour has a cat, and the next neighbour down from then has at least seven. Our garden can be a bit of a cat highway at night, and occasionally a cat toilet. This seems the most likely option to me, but do cats even like Jaffa cakes? Where would they have found a full pack?* Someone else? But who would be brave enough to enter a field with a horse of unknown temperament just to play a prank?It’s a mystery…
After my dad died, we found out he had a secret bank account. It was empty and had apparently never had much going in or out. But it was such an out of character thing for him, and my parents had joint finances all their married lives. None of us could think of a single reason he’d need or want it.
Not a personal mystery but a few years ago someone at work used to s**t in a freezer bag and put it in work fridge never found out who it was.
My paternal grandfather is a mystery, Dad was an illegitimate child born in 1946. His mum married a bloke who adopted him when he was an infant. Didn’t find this out until I was 19 and I met my auntie for the first time… when she came to visit for Dads funeral. From the little I’ve been told I think Dad knew it wasn’t his real Dad.Side story, we’re a family of Only Fools and Horses lovers and it wasn until after he passed away that we discovered his name at birth had been Rodney, and got changed during the adoption. We would have loved calling him dipstick and plonker had we known.
Something happened with my step brother at his job a good 14 years ago.He was in his 30’s, living with a friend, he worked with his friends brother, he lost his job, and had to move back in with our parents.Stopped being friends with the guys brother for quite some time. They’re friends now.No one would tell me what happened, but when I’d ask my family would say “I think you know more than you’re letting on”..To this day, I still have no flipping idea what happened 😅I asked my dad a few months ago, but I’m assuming he played dumb and said he couldn’t remember what I was talking about.
A few years ago, my sister had an argument and massive fall-out with her husband. It was so bad that he moved out for several weeks, and she went on a pre-booked holiday all on her own! They’d had arguments before, but never this serious. To this day, no one else in the family knows what the argument was about (my sister insists the husband wasn’t cheating).
Back on New Years Eve 2011 me and the lads rented out an AirBNB.It was a messy night with loads of booze.Come next morning I was looking for my shirt, it was my favourite shirt from Zara. In the end I found it in the bin covered in st.Til this day none of the boys has admitted to s****g on my shirt (though I have my suspicions…).
The gear stick k**b in my fiat punto disappeared one day and I never found it.I can only assume I left it unlocked and someone stole it.If it fell off in the car I would of found it. So confused
We had stick insects as kids.Someone stuck them on top of the radiator and they boiled and went pop.Me and both my sister’s deny it till we are blue in the face and nobody has ever cracked. Everytime it’s mentioned it’s turnt into a finger pointing exercise with lots of laughter and denial.
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