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The 2008 Chatsworth train collision - Wikipedia This is a bizarre but highly verified  (FACT CHECK: Cell Phone Calls After Death)  story of a man who may have contacted his family after death. On the afternoon of the 12th of September 2008, a commuter train traveling through the San Fernando Valley collided at high speed with a freight. The Chatsworth crash resulted in 135 people severely injured and 25 tragically dying. It remains the worst commuter train accident in the history of California. One of the missing, Chuck Peck aged 49, worked for Delta Air Lines and was traveling from his home in Salt Lake City to Los Angeles for a job interview at Van Nuys Airport to be closer to his fiancée Andrea Katz. Katz heard on the radio of the crash as she was driving to collect Peck from the station. Minutes later she was comforted to receive a call from his phone but on answering all she heard was static. Desperately returning the call she was repeatedly sent to voicemail. Buoyed by this, howe

WARNING: The below-mentioned story contains the real horror outcomes of what sleep deprivation can cause. Graphic images included. Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and five-inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month. The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II. Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Thei

My first thought when it happened was that this whole thing was a bad idea. The fall didn’t hurt so much as it was just dizzying, I almost threw up rolling down the hill. I had hit my head a few times, but the helmet helped cushion the impact, a little bit at least. Initially, I hadn’t been in pain, not too much at least. It was the  sound though, the sound is what let me know I should be hurting. It was like biting a piece of celery and a carrot at the same time with a mouthful of yogurt. A snapping, crunching, squishing sound all at once. After the sound, it was the  movement . My leg wasn’t moving like it was supposed to, it was bendy, and despite the rolling, I could still tell that it was flopping around like it shouldn’t be. Shins don’t have joints. But it  did  hurt once the grating started. Like taking two, coarse pieces of sandpaper and rubbing them together. It hurt more than anything I had ever felt in my life. I had all but forgot about the dizziness and dirt and leaves in