Posted on 09/24/2008 7:28:21 PM PDT by CurlyBill
September 17, 2008
SIMI VALLEY -- One local family whose loved one died in the Metrolink collision is still questioning something that happened that night.
They got several phone calls from 49-year-old Chuck Peck after the crash. But they now know he died on impact.
Peck's fiancee, Andrea Katz, told KTLA that the first call was to his son in Utah.
"...and he said my dad just called me and I said, what did he say? Is he okay? Where is he? He didn't say anything, the phone rang and it said dad," Peck's fiance Andrea Katz told KTLA.
As firefighters worked to rescue survivors, family members said Peck's cell phone kept calling his son, his brother, his stepmother, his sister and his fiancee.
But when they answered all they heard was static.
And when family members called back, the calls went straight to voice mail.
In all, family members say they received about 35 calls from Peck's cell phone through the night.
Nearly five hours after the crash at 9:08 p.m., Katz received a call.
"We were yelling in the phone, hang in there baby. We're gonna get you out. You're gonna be okay," Katz said.
When the rescue efforts turned to recovery, there was another call, which prompted search crews to trace it. They realized it was coming from the first train so they went back in one last time.
"And they were so excited they had this incredible adrenaline rush at thought that they could possibly go find another survivor... we gave her a description and they spent the next couple of hours looking for him and they did end up finding him and they said that he had died immediately on impact and there was no way he could have been calling us," Katz said.
The calls stopped at 3:28 a.m., about an hour before Peck's body was found.
Katz said the phone calls helped the family get through the night.
"The intellectual side of my brain thinks gee, it was a computer malfunction and then the emotional side of my brain, it was just Chuck letting us know that he knew that we were scared for him and letting us have hope."
Katz said she also finds comfort in knowing she and Peck were happy and that he didn't suffer in the end.
"He died instantly and he didn't suffer and when you love somebody you couldn't ask for a better way for them to leave this life, just happy and excited and didn't see it coming."
Investigators said they may never know how those calls were made because Peck's phone was never found.
They also say his body showed no sign that he lived even for a short time after the crash
Here’s my story. On July 22nd three stents were placed in my artery. On July 26th I had congestive heart failure.
My wife rode in the front of the ambulance. When we got to the hospital the paramedic yelled for the driver to get back there! She slapped a pad on each side of my chect and the driver grabbed the paddles. I felt myself dieing.
My wife had gotten out and was standing at the rear of the ambulance. I looked at her through the back window of the ambulance and said, “Jesus, take care of her.” I then said, “Jesus, take me.” The pain went away and there was no sound. I looked at my wife and I was looking through a circle, a ring of white mist. I’ve never seen anything so vividly clear. Talk about Hi-Def!
I felt myself take my last breath and let it out. I waited for what was to happen next. What happened was the pain came back with a vengeance. I looked up at the paramedic, placed my hand on her arm and said, “I’m back.”
She yelled to the driver, “Get the door!” and they wheeled me into the emergency room.
I didn’t go down the tunnel but I saw the entrance. So, do I think this story about a cell phone is science? No way! It was from the other side.
Here’s my story. On July 22nd three stents were placed in my artery. On July 26th I had congestive heart failure.
My wife rode in the front of the ambulance. When we got to the hospital the paramedic yelled for the driver to get back there! She slapped a pad on each side of my chect and the driver grabbed the paddles. I felt myself dieing.
My wife had gotten out and was standing at the rear of the ambulance. I looked at her through the back window of the ambulance and said, “Jesus, take care of her.” I then said, “Jesus, take me.” The pain went away and there was no sound. I looked at my wife and I was looking through a circle, a ring of white mist. I’ve never seen anything so vividly clear. Talk about Hi-Def!
I felt myself take my last breath and let it out. I waited for what was to happen next. What happened was the pain came back with a vengeance. I looked up at the paramedic, placed my hand on her arm and said, “I’m back.”
She yelled to the driver, “Get the door!” and they wheeled me into the emergency room.
I didn’t go down the tunnel but I saw the entrance. So, do I think this story about a cell phone is science? No way! It was from the other side.
Dude! A guy with the same name as you posted the EXACT SAME STORY! That’s Spooky!
Someone call Art Bell!
What’s really weird is a double-post with the EXACT same time stamp - right down to the SECONDS. I’ve never seen that happen here before.
That raised the hair on the back of my neck!
Mine did that once. It was a Motorola V3c. It got wet.
I read a very intriguing book earlier this year titled “Will Storr vs. the Supernatural”, where a young British journalist, as named in the title, decides to investigate the paranormal for himself.
He relates a very compelling set of experiences he has along the way and notes certain patterns that seem to recur across different manifestations. One of them is that the phenomena seem to occur around 3:30 am. Note the time in the article at which the phone calls ceased.
FWIW, Will Storr commenced his project as a skeptic and emerged from it as something else, just as Nora Blum did when she researched and wrote her book “The Ghost Hunters”.
Bump and bookmark
Sometimes my work Blackberry calls people from my purse, it somehow latches on to either the contacts list or calls I’ve made and calls the numbers back. It must be from getting jostled around. My friends or colleagues will get a call and here background noises, or me talking to someone else in person. Weird. I also had to disable the function that assigns shortcut keys to people’s names, as just hitting one key would instigate a call. Still, the calls from the train are very stramge, indeed.
Eerie. I wonder where the phone is now.
No mystery here. Just complicated electronics that do not like water or fire foams. Wet three numbers and it dial three contacts in what ever order you have them in. Wet 6...Wet 9 or all.
Very interesting. In my case, the phone wasn’t wet, but the train victim’s phone surely could have been exposed to foam or chemicals or water. Still, the family derives some comfort from the calls, so they will believe it was meant to be.
You might want to up your lithium dose.
They traced the call to the first train but never found the phone. Interesting.
Anyone interested in this sort of thing might enjoy a book entitled “Hello From Heaven!” by Bill and Judy Guggenheim. The title is admittedly cheesy and commercial, but was probably the publisher’s idea; it’s actually a scholarly study of substantiated afterlife communications to loved ones left behind by the deceased. I’m not a reader of cheesy stuff, but I picked up a copy at the bookstore on a whim and started paging through, then couldn’t put it down and bought it. Worth a read.
“Night Call”
The Twilight Zone episode
A broken telephone wire, hanging on the grave of Elva Keene’s deceased fiancé.
Episode no. Season 5
Episode 139
Written by Richard Matheson
(From his story “Long distance call” originally published in Alone by Night 1961.)
Directed by Jacques Tourneur
Guest stars Gladys Cooper : Elva Keene
Nora Marlowe : Margaret Phillips
Original airdate February 7, 1964
Opening narration
“ Miss Elva Keene lives alone on the outskirts of London Flats, a tiny rural community in Maine. Up until now, the pattern of Miss Keene’s existence has been that of lying in her bed or sitting in her wheelchair reading books, listening to a radio, eating, napping, taking medication—and waiting for something different to happen. Miss Keene doesn’t know it yet, but her period of waiting has just ended, for something different is about to happen to her, has in fact already begun to happen, via two most unaccountable telephone calls in the middle of a stormy night, telephone calls routed directly through—the Twilight Zone ”
Synopsis
An elderly, wheelchair-bound lady named Elva Keene receives strange anonymous phone calls. At first the caller says nothing, and all that can be heard is static. In subsequent calls, he can be heard moaning. After several calls, Elva says repeatedly, “Hello? Hello?” The caller finally says slowly, garbled, and weakly, “Hello?”. Elva demands to know who is calling, but the only response is “Hello?” Finally the caller manages to get out the words, “Where are you? I want to talk to you.”
Elva has had enough and screams at the man to leave her alone. There are no more calls and the phone company traces the source to a fallen telephone line.
Elva and her housekeeper visit the location of the line given by the telephone operator. To the astonishment of both, they find themselves at a cemetery, and they find that the line is resting on the grave of Elva’s long-deceased fiancé, Brian Douglas. Elva says that she always insisted upon having her own way, and Brian always did what she said. A week before they were to be married, she insisted upon driving, and lost control of the car. The accident left Brian dead, and she, a lonely cripple. Now she can talk to him again, she won’t have to be alone.
At home, she picks up the phone and calls out to Brian. She pleads with him to answer so that she can talk to him. He replies that she has told him to leave her alone, and that he always does what she says. Then the line goes dead, leaving Elva alone and crying in her bed.
Closing narration
“ According to the Bible, God created the heavens and the Earth. It is man’s prerogative—and woman’s—to create their own particular and private hell. Case in point, Miss Elva Keene, who in every sense has made her own bed and now must lie in it; sadder, but wiser, by dint of a rather painful lesson in responsibility, transmitted from the Twilight Zone.
My husband had 2 stents put in his arteries once and then about 2 years later he had to have 2 more but each time they had to cut and go through the main artery in the groin. He had a huge tube in the artery that had to stay there for at least 12 hours so he had to stay in the hospital for at least 48 hours. They said he had to stay flat on his back because he would start bleeding and would bleed out fast. I remember it so well. The second 2 stents were put in September 11, 2001. He was in surgery when the planes hit the WTC.
I saw that episode not long ago. It was interesting seeing how things were back in the early 60s.
The night my dad died I had a hang up call on my voice messaging. Considering the situation, it could have been anyone. But, my Grand Aunt told me she also got a hang up call about the same time across the country.
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