This happened years ago and I still can't explain it to this a day. It just doesn't make any logical sense.
I was sat on my bed watching rubbish tv with the remote next to me up the top end of my bed somewhat near the pillows. I mean, who watches tv with the remote all the way down the bottom of the bed or at the other side of the room? I know I don't.
I left my room to get a drink while an advert played and when I got back I realised the tv remote was gone. It wasn't where I left it.
The first thing I did was check under the pillows. Nope, nothing. I then picked up, unfolded and shook the blanket that was folded at the bottom of my bed hoping that it would fall out and make a clunk on the floor as it did. Nope, not there either.
Getting more frantic and frustrated I stripped the bed in its entirety. Shaking the duvet and pillows as I went. Still nothing. So I pulled the bed away from the wall to look down the back and the side. Empty. While it was pulled out I lifted the mattress up and while that was leaning against the wall, I lifted the base of the bed to check underneath. Just a few dust bunnies.
I slowly re-made the bed putting it back to the way it was before with the blanket folded at the bottom.
Utterly confused, I shouted for my mum to come and help me look as I couldn't do anything with my tv without the remote and that includes turning it off.
She walks in, lifts the corner of the blanket and it's sat right there...
As I said, I'd already unfolded it and shook it about and then neatly folded it and placed it back on my bed. So how on earth did it even get in there and stay there and how did I not see or feel it when I refolded the blanket?!
This is one experience that still plays on my mind from time to time.
We do have antique furniture in the house. No idea if that instance is linked to that but my mother's dressing table was from a car boot sale (garage sale) and at a guess it's Victorian, it's heavy, solid wood and absolutely beautiful. There's also a chair that goes with it and also a storage chest. Maybe why we also have a Victorian lady spirit who likes to rifle through my makeup at silly hours in the night?