It's a standard Reddit question, but nearly always intriguing - which unsolved mysteries bother you the most?
Be it the case of Elisa Lam, the woman acting crazy in a hotel (usually the top answer),
the abduction photograph found in a parking lot, the
Cicada 3301 thing or, much more disturbingly,
the case of Vishal Mehotra that could be the thread that, if someone tugs on hard enough, might well reveal a government paedophile ring.
Anyone bothered by any more mysteries?
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http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taman_Shud_Case
This might keep you busy for a day or two.
The Wow! signal is pretty interesting. Or the number stations that are in Russia (UVB 76 being the most famous).
Another one is this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disappearance_of_Amy_Lynn_Bradley
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Attractor
http://www.ted.com/talks/sean_carroll_distant_time_and_the_hint_of_a_multiverse
In March 2006 I pulled into the Esso garage in Frindsbury and purchased £30's worth of fuel, unleaded not the super unleaded kind. At the till I noticed a rather enticing shelf stocked with large bags of Maltesers, Revels, Chocolate Buttons you get the gist. I purchased a bag of Revels with a view to consuming them later that evening, whilst watching Emmerdale. On reaching home I placed said bag of Revels in my fridge and went about my usual routine, shower and change out of my work clothes into casual attire. My then wife was preparing the evening meal, I thought nothing of that of course, for that was nothing out of the ordinary. I retired to the living room and sunk into my luxurious leather recliner which I had reclined to the maximum so that my legs were given some relief, I suffer from Lymphoedema in both legs. I in no time fell into a deep sleep brought about no doubt by my travails that day. I woke at about 9.30 in the evening refreshed but ravenous. On walking into the kitchen I realised that my wife had left the house, remembering she had told me she was going out I looked in the oven for my meal. It was spaghetti with a tomato based sauce, onions, mushrooms and sliced peperoni. The oven was not on and the meal looked cold and unappetising. I did not fancy warming it through in the microwave. Hold on I thought, what about the Revels? I opened the fridge door but guess what? No Revels. I looked on the top shelf, I looked on the middle shelf, I looked on the bottom shelf. I then looked in the bins at the bottom of the fridge even checking under the iceberg lettuce and tray of cherry tomatoes, no bag of Revels. Perturbed and getting more frustrated by the minute I searched the kitchen cupboards high and low but no bag of Revels. I relented, warmed through the meal begrudgingly and skulked off to the living room to watch a prerecorded episode of Great British Railway Journeys, hosted by Michael Portillo, the one that ended up in Skegness, I cannot remember much more about it. Now I am a practical and level headed person on the whole but to this day I cannot explain what happened to that large bag of Revels. On my wife returning home from Weightwatchers, moaning she had gained two pounds that week, I recounted this spooky and mysterious story. She was bemused as much as I was, the fat cow!
Your missus was having an affair with a Revels fan when she said she was going to Weight Watchers.
It was 2006, and I was parking up the car before a game, with a friend borrowing dad's season ticket. We went through my normal routine, grabbing the tickets, putting stuff in the Midland Bank bag, and so on. As we walked down the road, I remembered the stereo face. Dad once had his stereo nicked, despite the face plate being under a car mat (as previously mentioned, they went to the trouble of putting the face on the stereo in order to eject his Duane Eddie tape, which offended him greatly), so I always carried mine with me.
I went back to the car, but lo, it was gone. Maybe I'd stashed it without thinking, so I searched the car. Under the seats, the mats, in the glovebox etc. but no sign. I checked the kerb. Nothing. Under the car; nothing.
We went to the game, and when I got back to the car, we had another look around before accepting it was gone.
Over the next three years, every time I was parked up and waiting for someone, or sitting in traffic for extended periods, I would do a search. Sometimes a deep search, sometimes a cursory feel around the seats. Three years. Nothing. No sign. I used a torch, I took every mat out, every nook and cranny - nothing.
Three years. Then my brother in law borrowed the car for a day. When I got the car back, something on the back seat caught my eye. It was the stereo face plate. Just sitting there, as if it had never been away. Presumably with a story to tell of other dimensions and plains of reality, but without the requisite tools to explain itself.
I asked him how it got there, but my brother in law didn't have a clue what I was talking about. To this day, I have absolutely no idea what happened. It wasn't just in the foot well, it was ON the back seat. Three years. Then poof, it reappeared.