CALLS FROM BEYOND

On the autumn day of September 12, 2008, at 4:22 p.m. in California's San Fernando Valley, a commuter train carrying 225 passengers collided with an oncoming freight train at the combine speeds of 83 mph. 

It was known as the Chatsworth crash and was the deadliest incident in Metrolink's history. 135 people were injured and of those 87 were taken to hospitals, 46 were in critical condition, and another 25 passengers died. It was a vivid and shocking scene to those who rendered emergency services.

One of the deceased was Charles E. Peck, a 49 year old customer service agent for Delta Airline's Salt Lake City International Airport. Peck had come to Los Angeles for a job interview and was hoping to transfer there to be nearer to his fiancee, Andrea Katz of Westlake Village. 

While on the way to the station to get Charles, Andrea heard about the accident on her car radio! Riding with her in the car on that day were his grown sons from a previous marriage, his father and his step mother. Everyone was devastated by the tragic news and mourned the loss of their beloved Charles. Later that day, they were notified that his body had not yet been found and the rest of the wreckage was mangled beyond description. 

Charles Pecks body was recovered among the debris almost 12 hours after the collision, yet for the first seven hours his cellphone placed 35 calls to his loved ones. The calls came in, one call after another and were placed to his brother, his step mother, his son and his fiancee repeatedly throughout the night. When the family members answered the calls, there was nothing but static on the other end of the line. When they called the number back, it went straight to his voice mail! The calls gave them hope that the man they loved was somehow still alive. 

The phone calls prompted a crew to trace the whereabouts of the signal and to search again thoroughly through the wreckage. About an hour after the phone calls stopped, the rescue team found the general location where the calls were coming from and located Charles Peck's body. All evidence indicated that he was killed instantly.

The autopsy was conclusive that Charles had died on impact, yet hours after his death his cell phone continued to reach out to those he loved the most. Although his cellphone signals were responsible in leading the rescue team to Peck's remains, the cellphone itself was never found among the debris. 

The mysterious calls were puzzling to the authorities. The 35 calls were indeed placed from Peck's cellphone. They were received intermittently by four family members on that September night, but who made the calls? The static on the other end of the line is indicative of a damaged cellphone, but who dialed the numbers? Is it possible that Charles Peck could have been reaching out to his loved ones from beyond - as a final goodbye?  Perhaps we will never know the answers to these questions and this story will continue to remain a mystery, at least in this lifetime! Written by Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day 




THE GRIPPING HAND OF FATE

TRUE IRISH GHOST STORY: This happened a while ago in Dublin, Ireland and even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock story, it's a true experience. John Bradford, a young Dublin University student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a storm. Not many cars were traveling on the highway that night. The storm was so strong he couldn't see more than a foot ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stop. John was desperate for shelter and without thinking, he got into the car and closed the door behind him. Immediately he realized there was nobody behind the wheel and the engine was off! 

The car started moving slowly. John looked at the road ahead and saw a curve approaching. Scared, he started to pray, begging for his life. Then, just before the car rounded the curve, a hand appeared through the window and turned the wheel. John, paralyzed with terror, watched as this hand repeatedly came through the window on the drivers side and gripped the wheel, but never made an attempt to harm the young man. 

John saw the lights of a pub appear down the road. Gathering his strength, he jumped out of the car and ran to the pub. Wet and out of breath, he rushed inside and started telling everybody about the horrifying experience he had just had. He told them about the car driving down the road without a driver and the erie hand that came through the window and tried to take control of the wheel... The silence enveloped the room when everyone realized the young lad was trembling with fear. 

Suddenly, the door opened and two other people rushed in from the stormy night. They, like John, were also soaking wet and seemed to be out of breath. Looking around the room, they saw John Bradford's frightened face and one said to the other, "Look Owen, there's that moron that got in the car while we were pushin' it! Does anyone have a spare can of gasoline... we ran out a mile up the road!" By Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day

IT JUST GHOSTS TO SHOW YOU...

The fall October weather seemed unusually cold and it was freezing when I walked home from the library. The leaves of red, gold, and brown swept over the hillside. I remember a crest of frost lay on the ground and the cold wind blew tiny shards of ice crystals across my face. The warm breath from my lungs instantly turned into a ghostlike trail when it hit the air and I was amused with the magical transformation. 
It was only 6:30 p.m. and already dusk was pushing into darkness. There was a creepy silence in the air and my imagination was running wild. I didn’t like walking home alone in the evenings and I was easily spooked! (That’s what happens to the mind of a little sister when terrorized by her older brother.) I was the typical teenager in believing that I could take care of myself, but in reality, I was afraid of my own shadow. 
A flickering street light caught my attention and I noticed several bats flying near the light post. Great, I thought, now I had vampires to worry about! Then an old pickup truck came from around the corner and clanged all the way down the street. My heart was pounding through my chest as the truck passed by and revved on down the road. 
The yards were filled with Halloween decorations. There was a silhouette of a dummy hanging from the end of a rope in someone's tree and it terrified me! What kind of neighbors are these, I wondered, I'll never get that image out of my head!  A dog started howling in the distance and caused my nerves to spark! I immediately imagined that there was a vicious creature afoot and it had alarmed the canine (not realizing that it was probably barking at me)! 
Suddenly, something came sailing through the air and landed ten feet away from my path. I was so frightened that I felt my socks roll up and down, until I saw the paper boy speed past on his bicycle. I'm sure it was one of his newspapers that had zipped past my nose and landed in the yard nearby.


I could see my house now and it too was pitch black. Shish, someone could have left a light on, I thought!  I ran inside, locked the door behind me and turned on every light in the house. There was an arrogant sense of power in knowing that I’d survived the walk home and I was certain that I had locked the boogieman out.

I opened the door to the closet, attempting to hang up my coat when my brother came lunging out from within. “Raaaaaaaarrrrr,” he screamed! I fell backward onto the floor. I was so frightened that even my screams lacked human characteristics. Then came the anger and when I tried to talk, it was as if I was speaking in tongues... I can still hear his laughter echoing in my head. 

It has been over 40 years since this experience and I still grimace when I come home to a dark house! My brother and I eventually became best friends. We grew up to be responsible individuals, but little did I know that I would have four boys who inherited the same tendencies for scare tactics (must be a guy thing). My boys were always hiding in the dryer, jumping out of closets, lurking around the corners and popping out from behind trees. They have grabbed my feet from underneath the bed, froze spiders in the freezer and stuffed grasshoppers in the mailbox. On one occasion I found fake bloody fingers in the silverware drawer. It just "ghosts to show you" that some family traditions never change. (A special thanks to my brother Denny and my sons Brian, Jared, David and Gabriel for making this blog possible...)By Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.