My first experience with unexplained water was when my husband (however, he was only my boyfriend at the time) and I lived in a two bedroom apartment. We lived there about 3 years on the second floor which was the top floor of that section, so no one lived above us.
The apartment came with its own washer and dryer tucked away in a small closet. They were side by side type, not stackable. The house chores were split up between us, so the laundry became mine usually doing it once a week. About a year into living in the apartment, I began my usual duty of separating laundry to get ready to wash. I collected the first pile and opened the closet door to the washer, dumped the clothes and soap in, closed the lid and laid my hand on the dryer top, as usual, while I looked at the washer dial to start it. As I did that I realized my hand was in a puddle of water. It was on top of the dryer covering the whole top, about an inch away from the edges, and was not spilling down the sides. I was very confused about how it got there. It had not been raining. I looked at the ceiling and saw no water damage. I looked around on the floor, no water. I looked along the walls, no water. I asked my boyfriend and he had no clue after he looked everywhere I had just looked. I scratched my head, shrugged and cleaned it up.
A few months later I was dusting the furniture in the spare bedroom. I went over to the night stand to dust it and stopped in my tracks. The clock radio was flashing wildly with weird shapes instead of numbers (digital clock) and there was water all over the radio and the top of the night stand about an inch away from the edges. The radio was fried. I unplugged it quickly before I touched anything else. There was no evidence of a leak in the ceiling and no water on the carpet or down the side of the table. I called my boyfriend to come look. He was baffled. We threw the clock out and I cleaned up the water, still scratching my head.
After we moved from the apartment we rented a townhouse for three years, but nothing happened there. We got married and bought our own home that we have now lived in for 13 years. The water incidences that happened in the apartment were a distant memory and never really thought of or discussed at all... At least until about the 8th year we were in our house. We have a fairly large eat-in kitchen and off of the kitchen is a large bump out where we had wicker furniture and made it into a sitting area.
We came home after going out for dinner one night (only gone for about an hour and a half) and flipped on the kitchen lights, walked to the point where we could see a full view of the bumped out sitting area and the floor was full of water. It had not been raining at all. The water covered the entire floor but stayed several inches away from the walls all the way around the room. We just stood there stunned. We looked at the ceiling and my husband even touched the ceiling and ceiling fan. They were dry and no evidence of water coming through. We checked all the way around the windows in the room. All closed, locked and all dry. We check the walls, light sockets, anything that could explain the huge amount of water. We couldn't find anything. We even smelled the water to see if there was an odor, but there wasn't. It was just plain 'ole water. So he got the mop and I got a bunch of towels and we cleaned it up, but also began to recall what happened in the apartment and scratching our heads.
A few months later we came home from work at the same time one evening. We walked in together, put stuff down and I had some trash in my hand. Our trash can was the type with the foot peddle you step on the flip the lid open and was over at the end of one counter in the kitchen. I went to open the trash lid and to balance myself I put my hand on the counter, right into a puddle of water. It covered the entire counter, but was about an inch away from the edge on all sides. Nothing was dripping down. We looked at the ceiling, the sink, and any possible way the water could have gotten there. We found nothing. My husband doesn't believe in ghosts but that time he said "oh, come on!" Then we cleaned it up scratching our heads. I have since dubbed the incident the "Water Ghost".
I did do a little searching on the internet about ghosts and water and possible meanings, but I really didn't come up with anything. I told my Dad the whole story and he was fascinated and tried to do some research but barely came up with anything himself.
Nothing has happened with water since, but I am still baffled and scratching my head over it to this day.