Moving jewelry

No one at home has come up with a rational explanation for what happened—it seems like complete nonsense, but it really bothers me that I can't find a reasonable, explainable reason.

Anyway, here's the gist.

The doorknob is completely ordinary: a small plate, screwed firmly to the door, without any gaps.

This morning, I found my chain underneath it. An ordinary metal chain, the kind I used to hang my evil eye amulet on. The chain was hanging on either side of that vertical bar, twisted several times and tucked under it. It was impossible to pull it out by hand—I had to unscrew the handle.

Therefore, it couldn't have gotten caught accidentally. Even assuming I dropped it, threw it, or moved it, there's no way it could have gotten stuck there by any laws of physics.

My first thought was my child (3 years old). But, again, I can't imagine how he could have put it there, and most importantly, he's been visiting his grandmother for a week already. If the child had done this before he left, someone would have definitely noticed—the chain was twisted under the handle, catching on his hand.

How this could have happened, I can't imagine. And that makes it even more unnerving. A small ring from the chain itself is missing.

One morning, when I woke up, I discovered that the chain with the silver cross was missing from my neck. I dug through everything but couldn't find it. It was only during a major cleaning, when I moved the sofa, that I found the cross on the floor, under the huge, heavy rug on which the sofa had been standing. If, say, I were to get up in a fit of sleepwalking during the night, move the furniture and rug, throw the cross away, and go back to bed, everyone in my house would wake up. There's a lot of noise—moving furniture around. I don't know what it was.

We once found a chain with a pendant—a small, smooth metal plate—in a radiator. Well, not inside, of course, but tied around a jumper in an accordion-style arrangement. It was covered in dust...

I once lost a cross, nothing special; the chain broke. Since I hadn't been anywhere but school that day, I decided to go looking for it. It was an unusual cross, made of orange agate, and although thin, it was quite noticeable. I went back and forth twice, but couldn't find it. I was very upset, since it was a gift and they weren't sold like that in Moscow at the time. The next day, I found it in the pocket of a dress I hadn't worn for two weeks.