This Was Strange (Even for Me)

28 July 2025

It was Saturday night and it was bedtime. All the usual things (human and spiritual) were done, my mom was tucked into bed, and I had just turned off the light in preparation for tucking myself into bed when it started.

This Was Strange (Even for Me) is an original blog post published on 27 July 2025 by Ellen M. Gregg for ellenmgregg.com. #paranormal #uncommon #spiritsounds #energysounds

The sound came from the side of the house my bedroom is on. It sounded like someone hitting the wall with their fists, first slowly and then faster to resemble thunder.

I got up, stepped out into the hallway which adjoins my bedroom and bathroom, and heard nothing. I padded quietly down the hall to the living room and kitchen, and heard nothing. My human brain decided it must have been thunder, and so I returned to my bedroom and closed the door.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, the noise began again. I counted four slow thuds, and then the thudding speeded up to the point of sounding like thunder.

I quickly exited my bedroom and stepped into the office. Nothing. Then, I stepped into my mom’s bedroom. Nothing. She sat up slightly to look at me.

“Do you hear that?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

It turned out she was hearing the rumbling of the freight train coming our way. Its weight determines how much we hear (and feel) of it. The heavier the freight, the more dramatic the rumbling and shaking. Also, by the time I asked the question the sound in question had stopped.

Stranger among strange

I’m used to “strange” noises. Every day, no matter the time, I hear sounds that have nothing to do with human life.

Whether it’s a “pop” or a “crack” indicating an energy entering the space, “radio voices” in my bedroom in the middle of the night, the sound of my duvet cover being brushed by unseen hands (or appendages of some sort), or something else, there’s plenty of audible non-human activity in my household every day.

This was different. This was strange. The fact that it repeated feels as though it was meant to be heard. The fact that it could only be heard from my bedroom feels as though it was meant specifically for me.

And the fact that no one else around me heard it—including the neighbors on that side, who definitely would have heard something that loud—makes it even more personal, so to speak. It’s a little wild to realize that even though the sound wasn’t clairaudient, it wasn’t accessible by everyone close enough to hear it.

Possible cause

In an interesting display of synchronicity, just before bed it felt as though I needed to employ a very specific clearing technique that I learned from Deborah King, once upon a time.

It involves a white cloth and is very effective at removing things that are dissonant with our highest and best. My intention in using the technique was to remove anything dissonant with the highest and best of me, my mom, and the house. There was a definite shift in the energy after employing the technique. Shortly thereafter, the strange noises occurred.

I came to the conclusion that the two were related on Sunday morning, after being guided to use the white-cloth technique again. That second time, I added a full transmutation of anything removed to the intention. In retrospect, there was a sense of something expressing itself in a tantrum-like way, something of elemental origin.

I have nothing against elementals. In fact, I have daily interactions with some. However, there are certainly some elementals who aren’t necessarily for us, even though they may not be wholly against us, either. (This truth isn’t specific to elementals, by the way. While that’s probably understood already, it feels important to state it for the record.)

Paying attention

The “sound effects” didn’t repeat themselves on Sunday night, and I’m told the elementals who created them have moved along. Meanwhile, I’m paying attention to the various sounds that underscore my days and nights, marveling at their quantity and quality, and ever curious about their source.

I’m much better about choosing curiosity over fear than I used to be, and yet that doesn’t mean I don’t practice caution. “Safety first” is a phrase that works equally well in the human and spirit realms.

Do you notice sounds in your own home that aren’t related to the human realm?

Thanks so much for reading.