Nothing To See Here…

The past week or so, I’ve had another weird set of things happening to me. I’d be somewhere in the house, and I’d hear the short burst of a “noise” behind me—

And, of course, turn to find nothing.

These noises are weird.

They sound like THINGS are being moved around. Lots of things/a pile of things. Like heavy boxes or there’s a shuffling of heavyish objects across the floor a short stretch. Or a stuck closet door opening and/or closing.

The garage door opening/car in the garage, when there was only mine.

Or a person moving around behind me.

It’s important to mention that this is not any kind of poltergeist-like activity. There’s nothing out of place. It’s all very odd. The sounds are loud, distinct, and discrete. They’re a short “sound byte” of activity, e.g., no long or extended occurrences, but a short moment or two of said noise. I’d started keeping a mental count about how many times it’d happened to me, but after a handful of times, I’ve stopped counting.

Just this morning I was meditating, and a similar short burst of a loud BUNCH OF STUFF MOVING AROUND snapped me out of my meditation.

It sounded like whatever it was was right in the room with me.

I was the only one in the house.

No delivering truck was around.

I can’t help but wonder it these might symbolize something is being metaphysically “moved around” in my life.