I grew up in a house where a lot of weird things happened, and this reminds me of the time my wallet and a few other important articles of mine went missing. My mom had laid them carefully on my bed at the time. She was the only one home. When I got home later, I wasn't able to find them. She helped me look everywhere, but they were just inexplicably gone. She was convinced I had moved them.

Weeks later, I had lifted my mattress for whatever reason (bed was in the corner against the wall) and they were wayyyy in the back corner, lying between the box spring and the mattress, as carefully arranged as she had laid them out on my bed.