A strange occurrence....

Yes, I've noticed the odd shoes on the roads too. It's so weird and has puzzled me for years. As to the trainers in your house, could anyone be playing a prank on you?

I can see it now. Instead of 'The Man in the Brown Suit'... Agatha Christie 'The Mystery of the Scabby Trainers'!

Leave them there ....measure exactly where they are from the wall, the side of the rack, etc ....take a good photo ....mark them with smart water and wait ......if you have a camera video, set it up !!! I love a mystery ...makes me laugh ! You have to let us know what happens ! Years ago, my father had a neighbour who had recently moved in, and she found a pair of gents slippers (she was a widow with no men friends !) on top of her pedal bin in the kitchen ....when she told my father, he said 'Ah - they are Mr. Pallant's ' .....the old chap who lived in that house before he died. As soon as she told me, I instantly knew who it was as well ....he always stood on the doorstep in those slippers, speaking to all of us on our way to school .........and when she moved them, they came back during the night ..........I kid you not ! ........she said she was the 7th child of a 7th child, and as such, had psychic leanings ....but I don't know about that !.....

Have you noticed any other trainers missing? Perhaps the blind man, being blind, accidentally took another pair and left his behind.

There's material for at least a dozen short stories here. Thanks.

"Once again, in the small hours of the morning, she heard the mysterious creaking of the floorboards as if feet were moving on the landing. Should she wake the man snoring beside her? No, he was useless. Anyway, if they had to call in the police, he had a hole in his pyjamas where he had been scratching his backside - she couldn't have borne the embarrassment! She decided to investigate by herself. After all, who knows, the man in the size eight trainers might turn out to be - a revelation! What did they say about men with big feet?? Her heart began to flutter. But wait! Was it A MAN????" Look in for the next exciting episode "The woman with the enormous feet"!

That would make a great book.

The OP....followed by a dozen chapters each telling a different how and when.....

I wouldn't say size 8 was 'enormous' either for a man or a woman!

We'll employ a bit of artistic licence then!

Someone took my grandson's buggy from the porch and left a scruffy broken one!

That's terrible.

While you're all busy finding stuff all over your houses....I lost my favourite Summer dress two years ago. Linen, square neck, bright pink, black, white horizontal stripes. If anyone finds it on a pedal bin or high rack, or possibly in a hotel wardrobe somewhere, you'll know whose it is!

We once came home from holiday and discovered an unknown person's bra amongst our dirty laundry! It didn't fit either my daughters or me so I asked my sister-in-law, who we'd popped in to see but it wasn't hers either. To this day, it's a mystery as to where it came from!

That is terrible, Lilylilo . I tried to send an email to the blind man this afternoon, but every time I pressed 'send', nothing happened. I'll have to phone the company he works for I supposed, but I'm out all day tommorrow.

Oh that dress Maggie, I found it hanging from the shower rail in the hotel bathroom, did you hang it there to let the creases fall out while you had a shower?

Loads of odd stuff happens in our house, a 1950s semi, I inherited from my parents but was brought up in the house. It's quite normal to us now. Things appear and more worringly disappear. There is no creepy feeling about the place but we have just become acceptable that these things happen. Recently I was making up a hamper of home made goodies, plugged in the hairdryer to shrink-wrap the cling-film for a professional look, returned t the bedroom within two minutes and the plugged in hair dryer had gone! Never found it since.

I've always thought it would be really scary to come back into the house knowing there was nobody there .... and hearing a lavatory being flushed. This story seems to me to be pretty well on a level with that. Looking forward to further news on the shoes!

getting more and more scared ...

ps I didn't know you could shrink-wrap clingfilm with a hairdrier.

Oh this is Lovely Thread !!
But....I have a Real Dark Story to tell.
It was in the 50s when friends of my sister in law got married and moved into an oldish terrace house that theyd bought for a good price and a quick sale.
After a few weeks they began to notice an unpleasent smell in the house. They called in all sorts of people to try to idendify the cause, with no result.
Eventually someone called in the local bobby....we had them in those days....and he sent the couple to a hotel. In the loft the police found numerous black bags tied up.
The previous owner had killed his wife, cut her up, bagged the peices and lodged the bags into the rafters in the loft ! Hence the quick sale at a reasonable price.
The poor couple never went back to the house and the young girl could never go into a butchers shop or eat meat again.
I dont know the outcome of it all. It was just the effect that it had on the young friend of my sister in law that wed been
discussing at the time. And then of course there was no such thing as "trauma counselling" so the poor girl had to live with the memory of that awful smell.
Sorry to dampen the tone of this good thread. Please carry on....Its like the TV series....Tales of the Unexpected !

On the subject of toilets flushing, for a short while I was the cleaner at our village primary school; just me on my own in an old Victorian school. I'll never forget the first night when I walked past the door to the boys toilets and I heard a flushing sound. Of course, they were urinals that flushed periodically but I didn't realise that. Like most old schools it had two entrances, one for girls and one for boys; I always kept both doors unlocked so I could run in either direction if I needed to. Needless to say, I didn't do the job for long...

?Delabole?

My hubbys ex marital home was definately "haunted" whuch they all accepted. But one day a Roman coin appearwd on the hall floor. I dont know what he did with it.

I used to live near Delabole (Cornwall) but what about it ww? A bit enigmatic of you, ( but it is a mysterious thread.)

I must have done, harrigran! I hope you didn't leave a tip for the chambermaid if it's been there all this time

Perhaps the body in the attic was in Delabole rosesarered