Transcript
A (0:09)
Welcome to Otherworld. I'm your host, Jack Wagner. This episode is about a man named Tim. Tim is a professor as well as a painter. And the story you're about to hear takes place while he is attending an artist residency in upstate New York. If you aren't familiar, an artist residency is a special program that gives artists dedicated time, space, and resources to focus on their work. It's a chance to step away from everyday life, create work in a new environment, and often connect with other artists. This is something that you generally have to apply for and essentially win. It's usually very competitive and it's a big deal to get a chance to go and do this. There are residencies for non artists as well, but basically it's a time for somebody to truly focus on their craft and do special work. And it's also a time that would really not be great to have any kind of interruption or distraction, especially the kind that eventually happened to Tim. As you're about to hear, Tim has lived his entire life as a staunch non believer and materialist. He is certainly not the first person of that sort to appear on this show. But I think Tim really clung onto that denial of his own experiences longer than most would. And to make matters worse, these things were happening to him while he was surrounded by a group of people who were just as skeptical as him. That put him in a very difficult position. And that was just the very beginning for Tim. As these experiences continued and their intensity grew, so did his openness to the possibility that maybe there is more to this world than we fully understand. This episode is called the Residency and you're listening to Otherworld.
B (2:30)
Hello, is this Bobby? Yes, it is at its core, the science. You can't argue with a story about up in the sky.
A (2:37)
It's almost frustrating that it's happening.
B (2:39)
I'm literally, I'm going to die. His limbs were just like, wrong. Everybody moves back into the light, even.
A (2:46)
If it takes them a minute.
B (3:11)
My name is tim. I am 40 years old and I'm a college professor. I teach people how to paint and draw. I'm also an artist that makes paintings mostly. I grew up Christian, but I fell away from it probably when I was about 10 or 11. I'd still go to church with my mom to just like make her happy, you know. And probably since I was about 13, I've been more of like a materialist where kind of what I see in front of me is what I believe in. So I had gotten a text and, you know, call and notification from one of my really good friends. And this is 2022 in August. @ that month, he was at a residency, an art residency in upstate New York. And somebody at the residency had fallen out for their spot in September, and they were looking for somebody to replace this person. There was a bunch of studios at this residency, and there was an open room and an open studio so that somebody could go make work for a month at this place. He was trying to find if I was interested in taking over this spot, and I was. And so I went through the motions of getting in touch with this organization and showing them my work and explaining who I was, and I basically got the spot. The residency was about a mile away From a small town in upstate New York, and it was surrounded by woods. It was a very beautiful area. It was, you know, a small town. I could guess maybe a town of, like, you know, a thousand people or something like that. It wasn't uncommon to see wildlife just prancing around the area. We saw a lot of deer when we were out there. It was a very beautiful place. I was excited because I got this really nice studio and this really big bedroom. It was in this kind of older, Victorian era house with low ceilings and, you know, a beautiful porch. There was two different buildings with studios in them. I was lucky enough to get in the nicer building. The building was two stories. It probably had around 10 to 12 rooms in it. There were, I believe, four residents staying in this building. Each person had a studio and their own bathroom and their own place to sleep within the building. And so if you entered my area, you would be entering into a studio, which was probably about 15 by 15ft. Then you could go into another door, which was a bedroom, which was probably also about 15 by 15ft. And then it had a bathroom connected to it. And then behind that was a kitchen, which was for everybody. A lot of people used it. But you could only access the kitchen by walking through my studio, through the bedroom, into the kitchen, or by going outside of the building and entering the kitchen from the outside. The day that the incident happened, it was probably about a week into the residency, and I had been commuting back and forth from New York city to the residency. I was going back every Saturday so I could teach my Saturday classes. And I believe the incident happened on a Monday when I had been back. The day started off like any other day. I had been there for about a week, and we were having. All the residents and I were getting along really, really well. I remember specifically, one of them had even told me they were like, oh, we all missed you while you were gone that Saturday. Which made me feel nice. Basically, I just spent the whole day painting in the studio, you know, talking with people a little bit. But my mindset while I was there was that I was just there to work. And so what I really wanted to do while I was there is just focus. And nothing like super crazy was going on. But some of the other residents were, you know, drinking and having a good time, which is totally normal. Not to excess or anything like that. But that day I had been offered a beer and I had taken a sip of the beer and I wasn't really drinking at the time. And I was like, you know, I don't really want this. So I remember I'd probably taken two sips out of it and then poured it out. I did not do any drugs that day. I didn't smoke weed, you know, I wasn't. I don't smoke cigarettes. And so the only thing that I had ingested which could have affected my mind was two sips of a beer. Basically everything was just going completely normal. I had been working in my studio probably about till about 9 o', clock, I think. I went to bed that night fairly early, around 10. And the next thing that I remember is waking up in the middle of the night, and this was probably around 2 o', clock, 2am and I sensed something was not right. The better way I can describe it is I. I sensed that I wasn't alone in the room. It was just a feeling that I can describe now, but I probably couldn't have described in the moment. And I sat up out of bed and to my left, between the door that led from the kitchen to my studio, there was a space there and there was a figure that was walking from the door, from the kitchen towards the door that you would enter into to go into my studio. And I looked at the figure and I was annoyed because I just assumed it was another resident that didn't want to go outside of the building to enter the kitchen and had come through my studio, into my bedroom to. Then to the kitchen. So I sat up out of bed and I said, what are you doing in my room? And I didn't get a response at all. I was just staring at the figure. And what I noticed almost immediately was that the figure was walking very slow, almost in a way that seemed very unusual. And as I noticed more and more about it, it was in the shape of a tall, thin man. And that did not describe anybody at the residency except for me in that moment, I was flooded with more fear than I have been flooded with in my entire life, because I immediately assumed that this figure in front of me was an intruder. Before I even realized it, a scream was coming up through my throat, out of my mouth. And I have never screamed like this in my entire life. It was blood curdling. Then this figure sort of turned around and faced me. The figure itself was very hard to describe because it was very real in front of me. But it didn't really look like anything I had seen before. It looked like a black mass, and like there was just a void there. And I could not see inside the figure, but what I could see were its edges. And it's funny that I used the word inside. I don't know if I've ever used that word before to describe it, but it was almost like there was kind of nothing there inside the figure. It was just like a shape and an outline of what looked like a person. I could reach out and touch this thing if I wanted to. It then, as it faced me, started reaching towards my feet. I never felt it touch the bed, and I never felt it touch my feet. But as it did that, I recoiled my legs into my chest, and it did this very quickly. It then fell over and burst into a ball of orange light. The closest thing I could describe it as is when you're looking at a fire, and there is sort of like a pop in the fire of maybe some, you know, some moisture or something like this, and then some sparks kind of come out of, you know, the wood of the fire. But this was like a large burst of particles just going all over the place. It just sort of burst in front of me. It's very hard to describe. I don't even remember if it illuminated the space. I think I was so confused by what I was seeing that what I picked up on mostly, it looked like a burst of energy that kind of dissipated into all these little pieces and just went into nothing. The thing that really stuck with me about the moment is that there was enough light coming into the room from the outside that I was sure that what I saw, my eyes were seeing. And I know that's kind of a weird way of describing it. And I know that we have these complex brains and that they can play tricks on us. But to me, it was, like, unequivocally real. What was in front of me, it was so primal, the way that my body reacted. The first thing that, like, a lightning bolt went through my head was, oh, my God, I'm about to be murdered. I was flooded so quickly with the most fear I've ever felt in my life. And it was like the closest thing that I can describe it to right now, which doesn't even do it justice, is like jumping headfirst into a cold plunge or an ice bath. The first thing that I found myself doing without even thinking about it, was reaching for the light, which was to the left of my bed. It was very, very hard to get the light turned on. My hands and my entire body were shaking uncontrollably. It was surprising just how much my body and my hands were shaking. It was cartoonish. What I remember is the moment that I turned the light on and I looked in my room. I then screamed again. This one was more conscious, I think. I was so frightened and so alarmed and so confused when I did that. I was just looking for somebody to hear me. And when I screamed the second time, I sort of, like, was just in a state of complete confusion and shock in my bed. And I got, like, a bunch of text messages on my phone. And the other residents and I were on a group chat, and they were basically like, what is going on? I. I had gotten, like, a bunch of text messages, and they were like, are you okay? What's going on? And my hands were still shaking. And I had gotten up at that point and was looking around the room. I looked under the bed. I looked in the bathro. There was nobody there. And I was just very confused. And there was a guy on the second floor of the building who we had been getting along nicely. And I basically, like, ran up the stairs to the second floor of the building, knocked on his door. He opened it, and he was saying, you know, are you okay? He was actually very comforting in the moment. And we just sat in his studio. But the first thing I wanted to do was just get out of that building. And so what I ended up doing that night was I went to the other building at the residency, which had, like, a nice little living room in it and a couch. And I probably got one of the worst nights of sleep that I had ever gotten. I just stayed on the couch in the other. In the other building. I was just sort of, like, overwhelmed with everything that had happened. I felt not only frightened, but, like, kind of embarrassed as well. The next morning, we all sit down for breakfast that. That morning, and everybody is like, what happened last night? Basically, I kind of told everybody exactly what happened to me. People were like, you know, bringing up sleep paralysis, and I was like, I've had Sleep paralysis before, this was not sleep paralysis. I was able to move my body. And I was also, you know, I spoke during this, and they're like, oh, maybe it's a dream. And at the time, I was like, you know, that's possible. And I remember there was one resident, one in particular, who did not believe what had happened. And I remember one of the residents who was, like, really, really comforting to me the night beforehand had said something which I just really appreciated. They said, you know, he feels like this happened. Let's just believe him. And that actually meant a lot to me in the moment and made me feel less crazy. One of the other residents, which I will call H. After I told the story, she was like, guys, this is really crazy, because I was just talking to a good friend of mine on Instagram, and the friend had been there in August, so I was there in September. And this friend of H. Had been there, and she says at the breakfast table, he said that it's a good thing you're not staying in the room that I was staying in, because my room was haunted. This happened days beforehand, and it was before any of this event with the thing that I saw had happened. They had had this conversation. I sort of, like, immediately latched onto it. And I think it had a lot to do with the fact that I really wanted to bring what had happened to me or ground it in some type of way, feel somewhat normal about it. And I remember when, you know, this person, H. Had told me about this, I was like, immediately like, can you send me their Instagram? I'd love to talk to them, you know, to hear about what happened. I reached out to this person through Instagram. What they had told me was that they had never saw anything, but they kept waking up in the middle of the night, and they felt like someone or something was in the room with them. It was nice to not feel crazy, basically, like somebody else had, you know, maybe experienced something, too. But what was really interesting is this person, the next evening, they went to this art fair and then ran into some people who had stayed at the same residency and then told these people at the art fair what had happened to me. And these people apparently got some weird look on their face and then said, wow, that's wild. Because somebody else who we were with at the residency experienced a very similar thing. And what they had seen, my understanding is it was a tall, thin man. And instead of being in the room that I was in, this former event that had happened, you know, years beforehand had happened upstairs, reaching out to this person and then talking to them and understanding that other people had experienced some very strange things in this building. It brought some comfort to the situation that I was in. It made me feel as though I wasn't crazy, basically. The unfortunate thing about this was that before this event, all the residents and I were getting along great from that moment with the breakfast on. It was, you know, there was just a lot of tension and, you know, I think uncomfortable feelings. And what I would say is, it wasn't between everybody. It was. It was. It was basically me and then the rest of the group with the, you know, one or two people being very compassionate in between that. I sort of felt like, you know, it really distanced me from the group. Unfortunately, the rest of the week, I was not sleeping in my room, and I could barely work in my art studio. I only felt comfortable being there during the day, and I would leave my door open. It felt like I could escape if I needed to really quickly. The residency was really cool. They gave me a different room to sleep in that wasn't being used, and it was actually, like, a pretty nice room, but I could not sleep. And I was in. You know, I maybe slept an hour each day during the day, and I could not sleep at night. I was in a terrible mood. I probably. If I could go back and do it over again, I would have left. But unfortunately, I was in a terrible mood while I was at the rest of the residency. I was completely underslept, and I felt very isolated and alone among the other residents. And frankly, I like, just experienced, like, one of the most terrifying things I've experienced in my life. You know, I was not my best self. And eventually the other residents and the residency asked me to leave. I think there was just too much tension, weirdness in the air. I think it was about five or six days after it happened, I basically, like, packed up all my stuff and left.
