Otherworld - Episode 91: Slashed Tires

Episode Date: August 19, 2024

One night while watching TV with his mom, Adam has an overwhelming sense of knowing his mother won’t live to see him become an adult. He tries to put these feelings aside and live normally until a fateful morning in late January of 1995. This episode features music from Zephaniah Ohora To hear bonus episodes and videos of Otherworld, sign up for the Otherworld Patreon Check out our Merch Follow us on: Instagram, TikTok, Twitter For business inquiries contact: [e-mail] If you have experienced something paranormal or unexplained, email us your story at [e-mail] To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Hey everyone, before we start this episode, a couple quick things. First of all, we just released some new Otherworld merch that I'm very excited about. We have T-shirts, hats, sweatshirts, and even lacrosse shorts. You can check that out at Otherworldpod.com. I'm very excited about this stuff. Secondly, and most importantly, we are preparing for Halloween this year and are on the hunt for more stories. So if you or somebody you know has experienced something paranormal, supernatural, or unexplained. Send us an email with a description of what happened. The email is Stories at Otherworldpod.com. We're always looking for new stories, but especially right now. So if you've been putting it off, now is the time to finally do it. If your friend or your

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raised in Kentucky. And when I met him, I remember thinking to myself, this is pretty much exactly what I imagined a guy from Kentucky to look like. He's a tough-looking dude with a big beard, and when I interviewed him, he was sitting in front of this huge shelf that was filled with bottles of bourbon. The thing is, though, Adam's story ended up being one of the most heartbreaking and contemplative episodes I've heard while making the show. it's a story that raises a lot of complicated questions about fate and free will. When he was a child, Adam believes he was given a glimpse into the future, and what happened after that ended up affecting his entire life.

You know, on this show, we hear a lot of stories about people experiencing extraordinary abilities. Usually, these are momentary or only make sense after the fact. These kinds of extraordinary abilities are often the kind of thing people, wish they had or devote much of their time practicing to acquire. After talking to Adam, it made me start wondering whether being given something extraordinary like that could end up being more of a burden than a gift. This is episode 91. The title is Slashed Tires and you're listening to Otherworld.

This is Bobby? At its core of the science, you can't argue. I'm sorry about it's up in the sky. frustrating that it's happening. I'm literally. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Everybody moves back into the light,

even if it takes them ahead. My name is Adam Bolden. I live currently in Lexington, Kentucky. You know, Kentucky is bourbon capital of the world. I am sitting in my bar slash podcast studio where I record, it's called Bourbon Beards and Belvederews. We review beer products, bourbon and cigars. I converted this garage to a bar much to my wife's chagrin.

She can't park in here anymore. But yeah, so I work at University of Kentucky. I build and maintain virtual servers. I'm a father of four, and I'm a husband as well. Born and raised in Kentucky my entire life, I was born in 1983 in a little town in western Kentucky called Madisonville. My mom, father, and myself, we lived here in Lexington for the first three years of my life. And, you know, there was a fairly contentious divorce there. And my mother and I moved back to Western Kentucky to a little town in the same county that I was born in called Dawson Springs.

My mom eventually ended up married to another gentleman fairly quickly once we moved back down there. things were not great. They were not great. He was abusive. I think they got married when I was five. And they got married while I was gone to my father's house. I would go for visitation every other weekend. They got married while I was gone.

She knew I didn't want him, I didn't want her to marry him. And we'd had that conversation many times. And of course, you know, she was an adult and she wasn't going to listen to a child. So they got married while I was gone. and that lasted for about two years. Things got rocky. He started coming home drunk. He worked in the mines and he came home.

And I remember one time his uncle had come by looking for him. And my mom called him while he was at work. And he came home and threw his lunchbox through the window. You know, started screaming and all that good stuff. And at the time he had moved us out into the shittiest of situations. We lived in a house that had, it was unfinished. There was no heat, no air conditioning, no carpet. When I was seven or so, she filed for divorce and we moved in with my grandparents.

And it got worse. At one point, he came to my grandparents' house and he shot the back window out of my grandfather's truck. It was rough. It was pretty rough. I mean, I got to be honest, I was a mama's boy. Like nobody has ever been a mama's boy up to that point. You couldn't separate me from her with the jaws of life. She was definitely my protector.

At the time, my stepfather had kind of, he started to calm down and kind of, you know, back off, disappear a little bit. bit. This would be about 1990 or so. And I remember I had gone to see Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles in, I guess it would be about 1988 when that came out. I went to see it in theaters. And when it came out on VHS, it was green. It was a green VHS tape. If you guys old enough to remember that, I don't know. And so, you know, my mom and I, we lived in the upstairs of my grandmother's house. I remember she had a little gray TV hooked up to a darker gray

BCR, but I remember laying in the bed with her watching. And all of a sudden, it was like there was a... It's like all the light got sucked out of the room. Like, I could see the light coming in from outside through the windows, but it was like it wasn't reaching over to us. and I just started crying. It was like the light was pushed out of the room

and a darkness just settled on top of me. It wasn't a vision. It wasn't a picture in my mind or anything of that nature. It was just something that I knew. And I started to cry. And my mother asked me what was wrong. And I told her, Mom, you're going to die before I'm grown. And she says, no, I'm not.

I'm going to live to be an old woman. And I'm going to hit you in the head with my cane. And I'm going to make you take me to the IGA to get my groceries. And I'm going to be around for a really, really long time. And I said, no, you're not. And again, like I said, it wasn't a vision or anything of that nature. It was just something that I knew. Like, you know that the sky is blue.

Or you know that the ground is solid. I knew that it was going to happen. I was watching the movie. You know, I was enjoying the movie. At that time, it was turtle mania. You know, there were, there was, Ninja Turtles were everywhere. And I was loving life, you know, I'm seven years old. What worries did I actually have, you know?

But, yeah, there was nothing that really triggered it. It just came on that fast. It was just, you know, you're enjoying this movie, and then now you're upset about this thing that you think it's going to happen in the future. It wasn't a vision in my head. It was just something that I knew was going to happen. So that was a feeling that I lived with for the next four years. So between October 1990 and January 26, 1995, I knew what was coming. I had almost come to find a certain piece about it.

because I knew that it was going to happen, even though I couldn't stop it. I knew it was going to happen. I've always had the mindset that there's really no point in worrying about things that you can't change. You know, I know that the sun at some point is going to go supernova and swallow the earth. And I know that that's millions of years from now. But even if I were going to be alive, there's no point in worrying about it because I can't do anything about it. I might as well just live my life. And I've always been that way even when I was a kid.

And so this was a thing that I knew within every fiber of my being was going to happen, and there was nothing that I could do about it. So when I did think about it, I would talk about it. I would ask my mother. I would talk to her. But it was never, like I said, as impending as it was at that particular moment. So I just went on with my life as a regular kid, bike riding and playing baseball. all these regular kid activities.

But regardless, yeah, I mean, I definitely had some big feelings about it and there wasn't really anything I could do about it. So for the most part, I would just ignore them or maybe not even experience them to their fullest in the moment. I never had such a profound feeling about that particular subject again until January 26th, 1995. So a couple weeks before, sometime around January 14th, 1995, my mom had gotten engaged the previous Christmas,

and we were at her fiance's house in Madison Bill, Kentucky, a little ranch-style house that he had there by himself. So this new guy, his name was Brian. His family owned a trucking company in Madisonville, Kentucky. He liked to ride four-wheelers and go out on boats and go mudden, hunting, you know, fishing, all that good stuff. He was a lot of fun. He was a really good guy. He really wanted to be a good partner to my mother and a good father figure to me.

And he tried really hard to do that. So, yeah, we were at his house, and we were watching fire in the sky. If you're not familiar with that movie, it's about a gentleman named Travis Walton who went hunting, and he disappeared. But his story goes that he was abducted by aliens. And it freaked me the fuck out. And so, you know, here I am. I'm 11 years old, terrified that the aliens are coming to get me. and I was positive that the only place that they could not get me

was on the couch in the living room. I would not sleep in my own bed for weeks. And I remember the timeline so well because I had been sleeping on the couch for two weeks prior to this huge event in my life. And on the very last night, it had been snowing. And I had a dream that night. In that dream, keep in mind we lived in a trailer. So the living room was at the front of the trailer.

And then my bedroom and then the bathroom and then my mom's bedroom. And the kitchen was on the other side of the living room. In the dream, I woke up on that couch in that trailer. And that's not usual for me. Usually when I have dreams and I'm in a home or something like that, it's not a house that I've ever seen before. It's not a house I've ever been in before. I don't really know how the mind works when it comes up with these things, these scenarios.

But I woke up on that couch in that trailer, and I walked outside, and there was snow everywhere. And in the dream, the only thing that I could think of was I do not want my mother to go to work. I do not want her to leave this house. So I went back inside. I went to the drawer where we kept the knives. I went back outside and I cut her tires so she couldn't drive. I didn't just cut one. I didn't just cut two.

I cut all four tires on that truck so she couldn't leave. And as soon as I had cut the tires, I woke up. And the first thing that came to my head was go outside and cut those tires. Now, my mom and I were, we were below the poverty line. And it was to the point that that previous Christmas, the church had come and dropped food off on our front porch anonymously. We didn't have any money. And her stepfather had paid for the tires and she was paying him back. And she had almost nothing.

She had child support coming in for my father. But it wasn't much. I don't know how much, but it couldn't have been much. And she did everything she could to make sure that my Christmas, you know, I got everything that I wanted. And I know that that probably hurt the bank pretty badly. So I woke up and I thought cut those tires, but I knew that she was paying those tires off.

And I knew she couldn't afford more. so I didn't. I've always had, I've always had a thought since then that maybe I was getting a glimpse into a different reality. I don't know if any of that really exists. I know, you know, people postulate about the multiverse and, you know, all these different possibilities

and different versions of myself where I made different choices and did this, different, whatever. I've always thought that maybe that's possible, and maybe that's what happened. Maybe I got a glimpse into another reality, or maybe it was something beyond something that I can't explain, something I can't wrap my puny human mind around, you know, telling me to go do it.

In that moment, that wasn't what I was thinking. In that moment, I was thinking, I need to do this. I need to stop her from leaving this house. But I couldn't. bring myself to cut those tires because I knew that she couldn't afford anymore. So I'd lay there and thought and thought. And of course, you know, if you have trouble going back to sleep anyway and now you've got this horrible intrusive thought in your head, you're not, you know, you're not getting

back to sleep. So I finally did. I finally got myself back to sleep, probably about five or so. She got up to go to work and she had just started a new job. At the time, she was going to be making like $11 an hour or something. It was the most money she'd ever made in her life. And she was so excited. She came running down the stairs. And I remember she had her hands in the air. Of course, you know, she had the typical 90s mom haircut.

It was real big and curly. And her hair was bouncing everywhere. She was wearing a pink suit jacket and skirt. She was very, very excited. And so in the spirit of trying to stop her, you know, I begged her to stay home. and it had been snowing. They were calling for ice and snow and sleet and freezing rain and all these terrible things.

And it ended up coming. It was bad. She did not want to be late. She didn't want to call in, even though she knew it was dangerous. Her mother and her sister had both called her and asked her not to go to work. And the only way, I was convinced the only way, that she was going to be allowed to leave. the house, as if she let me test the road in front of the trailer. And I ran around on the road in front of the trailer, and I didn't slip, I didn't fall.

It felt fine. So at that particular moment, I said, okay, you can go to work. And so she did. Okay, we have to take a break, but we'll be back very shortly with the rest of Adam's story. Every morning when she would go to work, my friend's dad and my friend would come pick me up for school, and then they would take us over to the school. So I went back inside. I'm waiting for them to come. And I was watching Power Rangers. And I heard an ambulance leave.

The rescue station, the fire station, the ambulance house were just right down the street. And I remember thinking, oh my God, that's Vermont. And then I thought, no, there's no way. There's no way I could know that. It's not possible. So my friend comes and his dad, he and his dad, and they take this to school. And I got through first period, which was English, and then I went to social studies. His name was Coach Hayes.

He was our basketball coach and their social studies teacher, and I was in his class. and I could see the principal at the other end of the hallway, the farthest end away from this classroom. I don't think he noticed me, but I said, he's coming for me. And I kept hoping that he would disappear into one of the classrooms before he got to mine.

And he never did. He just kept getting closer and closer and closer. And I kept thinking he's coming for me. Something's, I'm either in trouble or something's happened to Mom. So finally he gets to our classroom, and he asks for me. He pulled me out to the hallway. And of course, I'm thinking if I will it into existence, then it'll be that way.

Meaning if I say, what did I do? Then it will be, in fact, something that I did. And I'm in trouble and it's not my mom. And he said, you didn't do anything. Your mom's been in an accident. And I said, is she okay? And he said, I don't know any more information. I'm going to take you to see your aunt.

My aunt was an employee of the school. My aunt Jenny. She worked in a little house. We called it the White House just right across the street. So he took me over there to sit with her. Keep in mind, this town is very small. And my family was one of the original seven to settle that town. So I'm related to, and probably 80% of the town,

and I know the majority of them. You know, people were talking pretty quickly. But I went to my aunt's house, and I remember sitting in her living room, and I was watching the Price is Right. It would be my Uncle Stilly, my Aunt Jane, and my Aunt Melissa came through the door. And I could see the look on their faces. My Uncle Stilly put me in his lap, and he just held me tighter than anyone ever has. I said, is Mom okay? And he said, no, she's gone.

What happened is in that truck that she was driving, it was a Ford Ranger. I still won't ride in a Ford to this day. She hit Black Ice and crossed the median. After she crossed the median, she ran head on with a tractor trailer, and she was not wearing a seatbelt. The way they described it is she went forward. forward and hit her head on the steering wheel, was knocked out, and then was thrown through the window in the door next to her. And she was unconscious when they got to her, but she died while they were trying to resuscitate her. I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't understand suicide

as a concept, or even really understand the word itself. But at that moment, that's what I wanted to do. So the apartment complex, the buildings, in the middle of the building, there were the stairways that went up, and I begged them to let me go so I could jump off those stairs. And thankfully, they didn't. I wish I could find the truck driver, just to talk to him. I'm, you know, in no way have I ever blamed him. What could he do? I mean, I'm sure he tried to swerve, but, I mean, what can you do? And you're driving something that big. I blame myself. of course my first thought was going back to that dream and waking up and feeling like I was supposed to cut the tires and since I didn't my I mean immediately I felt guilty because I felt like well you know what if what if this was God

reaching out to me telling me how to save my mother and I didn't do it or what if I was supposed to do that and didn't. Then again, I don't know where my life would be either. It's a, like I said, a chain reaction, a causality, how the ripple effect. You throw a pebble into a pond, and, you know, that ripple goes out, and it affects the water all around it.

And so I think about if I had cut the tires, would somebody else have hit that same patch of black ice and died? Would it have been, you know, one of my friend's parents, or would it be potentially have been me in the car or, you know, who knows, who knows? So, yeah, that's, I mean, that's really been the biggest thing for me, though, is that guilt really set in, and I've carried that around with me for 25 years. After that, we went, we went to my grandmother's house and we stayed there for weeks. I've never seen that many people in her house in my life.

It was the same house where I lived with my mother, and my grandmother and grandmother and grandfather. When we arrived, it was almost like the funeral was there at her house. You couldn't walk. I've never seen so many chocolate pies in my life. There were probably 10 chocolate pies. And I don't think I said anything for about three days. My friends, you know, they really showed up.

They brought me movies to keep me occupied. the San lot probably 30 times. My dad was there. He did his best. I'll say that. He and I didn't have a great relationship growing up. At the actual funeral, I'm sitting there, and my dad is sitting behind me and to the left. And I had just walked up and seen my mother's body and then sat down.

And he taps me on the shoulder and tells me that he wants to talk to me. But I didn't have that in me. I just didn't have it in me. And I pulled away and ran. And eventually my aunt, Melissa, caught up to me and took me back to her house. And he came there. My dad came there to talk to me. And he took me into a separate room.

And he said, I want you to come live with me. And I said, am I going to be able to come back and see my friends and my family? And he sat quietly for a second. And then he looked me dead in the eyes. And he said, no. So after he left, I told my aunt, and she obtained a lawyer. We went through the courts to try to keep me there with my friends and my family. I just lost my mother.

I'm 11 years old. I don't want to move away from everything that I know. The night after my mother's funeral, I was asleep in my bed. And while I was asleep, a radiant. glow, a white light filled the room that I was in. And there was nothing else there. It was just me. And this intensely bright light. And then all of a sudden there's my mother. Same haircut. With curls and she was wearing the white robe that you always hear about. She didn't have any wings. And she spoke to me, but she didn't speak to me. But she didn't speak.

with her mouth. It was definitely telepathic. And she told me that I was going to go live with my father, that my aunt was not going to win, that I would not be happy, but I would be okay. And that was really it. After that, the light faded. My mother was gone. And again, I had to. I had to. I had to, that feeling, that heavy darkness, that presence sitting on top of me, and now I had this new information that I had to live with. I knew that I was going to have to move in with my father. So the very next night, my mom's best friend was awakened in the night by her newborn daughter, crying. And, you know, in a sleepy stupor, she stumbled down the hallway towards the infant's bedroom. And when she got to the door, she peered in because she realized that the crying

had stopped by the time she got to the bedroom. She peered in the doorway, and there was my mother standing over her newborn child, comforting the child. Now, keep in mind, this was the night after I had my dream. Within about a week or so, my grandmother was sleeping and had a similar dream to me. In it, my mother's, all she said was, Mama, I'm okay, but I've got to go now. And that was the last that we, any of us, ever heard from my mother. Everything that she told me in my dream happened. I did move in with my father. I was unhappy. It was, it was, it was pretty rough. There were times when in my angsty teen years, I did consider doing some drastic things.

And for many years, I blamed myself. And I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and depression when I was 12. This was right after the accident. You know, one way I dealt with it was anger, of course. I was angry at the world. I found catharsis and heavy metal music. I found out that there were other people in the world that were pissed off. and I listened to that a lot.

Through the years, I turned to drugs. I ended up homeless. I slept in cars if I could find one that was open. If it had some change, I'd snag it, slept under a bridge one night. A couch surfed a lot. And eventually, I don't know if I described my mother's truck or not, she died in a red Ford Ranger on January 27, 1995. On January 19th, 2003, I had a red Chevy S-10.

I had ice. I flipped it four times. The window on the driver's side broke out, and I watched my truck scoop dirt, and dirt move across my dash like a landslide. So that's within nine days of the date of my mother's wreck in a truck that fits the description of her truck almost exactly. So I certainly feel like, you know, I had at least an angel on my shoulder, if not my mother there as well, to protect me.

And eventually I called my father and I said, look, I'm on drugs, I'm homeless. And I don't want to be this way anymore. So he came and got me. And I detoxed on my own at their home, way out in the country. It took about two weeks or so before I started to feel normal. to shorten the story a little bit, I decided to go to college. I moved to Richmond, Kentucky, and that's where I found psilocybin, which has been used in clinical trials to treat PTSD, depression, anxiety, and some other things. And I found success with that.

I no longer suffer from PTSD. I no longer suffer from depression. I get sad and I get anxious sometimes in certain situations, but I think. I think that those are normal feelings, the way that I feel them now. Maybe they're not, but they're not like I used to feel them. So that's how I dealt with that. That's how I... Not the best way to say I use drugs to get away from my PTSD and my depression, but essentially

that's what happened. And I mean, really, that's not a whole lot different than going to see a counselor and them writing you a prescription for something that you shouldn't have in your body anyway. At least it was natural, and it helped. It helped me out a lot. So that's really when I started to notice that, you know, I wasn't, I wasn't as affected by the death of my mother and these feelings of guilt. And I still feel them to some extent, but my rational mind knows that there's a better chance that I wasn't going to be able to stop that from happening than there was for me being able to stop it. And I can rationalize what I can think about it with my rational mind as a better way to put that than being wrapped up.

in my emotions entirely. I eventually moved to Lexington, Kentucky. I have two associate's degrees, a bachelor's degree, and a master's degree. I work for the University of Kentucky, and I am in school again. I'm going to go to law school this time. I have a beautiful wife, four children.

I look at what I've got now, this home and my family, and look back at what I was, who I was, what I had at that time. I didn't have anything. I had all my clothes in a black trash bag that I carried around on my back like some homeless Santa Claus, you know. I had nothing, but it's, you know, it put me where I am. So yeah, it definitely occurs to me that if my mother had continued to live, I may not have the same life. And I don't really care to think about it any farther. I don't

really care to think about what my life might be like if that had been the case because a life without my children and my wife the way it is now is not a life that I want to take part in. And I wouldn't trade it. I wouldn't trade it. I have four great kids and I don't think that if I had taken a different path that I would have the same kids, the same family, the same situation that I have now. So, yeah, it was, it hurt, and it fucked me up for a long time, and I dealt with it improperly in unhealthy ways, but it led me down a path to this great life that I have. If I hadn't worked through those demons early on, then there'd be no, I wouldn't be any

kind of father. I can say that. I would have no way of helping my children cope with this fucked up world in a healthy way if I hadn't dealt with the shit that I did when I did. And it taught me to listen to my own intuition. Like, for instance, my daughter was getting bullied at school. I had a feeling that things were going to get worse if I didn't pull her out, so I did. She goes to a different school now, both of them.

I had a feeling about my wife because we were only together. for six months before I proposed. We were only together for three months before I knew that I wanted to propose. It was just a feeling. And it's one of the best decisions I've made in my adult life. Yeah, I've learned to trust that. It doesn't always speak to me. It's not always present.

It's not affecting every decision that I make in my life. But it does pop up sometimes. And so, I mean, I'm a pretty conservative guy for the most part, but I do have, you know, the open-minded aspect to me where I think that there's got to be something else. I don't know how to explain it. I'm not even going to try because my head starts to hurt, but it has left me open to something else.

I think there are certain things in our lives that are going to happen regardless of our actions, our thoughts, our plans, and that, you know, we can, the free will comes in when choosing how to deal with that. You know, you can burn your life to the ground when shit goes wrong. I've seen people burn their life to the ground when shit goes right. Or you can pour yourself up by your bootstraps and move yourself on down the road, and life won't be so shitting, right? Things, things are going to happen, and there's nothing you can do to stop it, nothing you can,

can do to control it, but you can control how you react to those things. So fate or God's plan or whatever the hell you want to call it, just know that, you know, you can't control that. So worry about the things you can't control. In my head, she's a woman to me, she set my spirit free, and she reached way down and my soul. Thank you so much to Adam for sharing his story. I've said before that in many instances, it doesn't really matter whether or not you believe in what we call the paranormal. It's affecting people's lives in profound ways,

regardless of what you believe, all the time. And I think this is a story that really exemplifies that. This was a really tragic story, but I'm so glad to know Adam is doing great and he's happy with the way his life ended up turning out. I do understand the feeling of guilt, but I personally don't think he should feel guilty about this. We don't know how any of this stuff works,

and we probably can't know how it works. It's entirely possible that there's nothing Adam could have done to change the outcome of things. And for that reason, I'm very glad to hear that Adam eventually found a way to heal from this, and let go of the guilt. Thank you so much to Adam for sharing his story. This has been episode 91.

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