I shared this one in
@George-ananda 's thread. Its one of my more lighthearted experiences:
Our most notable 'someone moved that' moment was with a beer. My husband bought me one. It was thoughtful, but I didn't want it. But, I didn't want him to know that... so I took it and tucked it next to the bookshelf next to my chair; I figured I'd stuff it in the fridge the next morning.
But it wasn't there the next morning. I asked him if he'd taken it, admitting I hadn't drank it. He seemed a little irritated that I'd rejected his token of affection, and said no, he hadn't. Well, where did it go, then? I was concerned; it was a colorful can and I didn't want the kids thinking it was a drink for them or anything. He was, too, and we turned the house upside down looking for it.
We have an attic that we use for spiritual/occult purposes, with a history of 'paranormal' activity. Its always kept locked, with an old skeleton key. The door isn't opened frequently, so there's usually 'stuff' in front of it. After looking for about half an hour, the attic popped into my head. I told him to go get his key(only he has a key for it), and to check the attic. He thought I was nuts, but did it anyways. Then I heard a bunch of hollering... I went to see what he was carrying on about. There was my beer, perfectly centered at the top of the stairs.
There have been other things that have happened, but this was my favorite(though not my most extreme).