At the time, I lived in the Wainwright Holdings, Apt. 65 which consisted of 100 apartment units, 5 to a building. There were groups of about 5 buildings or so in the complex, usually situated in a semi-circular manner, and they stretched down one whole side of the residential street. My parents had moved to Wainwright from Hughenden in October of 1969-I was 17 months old at the time of the move-and I lived there with my family, off and on, for 22 years.

The incident happened late one June evening. School was out for the summer so I could stay up late if I chose to. The weather had been almost unbearably hot the whole day and the evening hours were hot, sultry and very sticky. A friend of mine, was with me that night. My father and siblings were in bed, sound asleep, and Lori and I were sitting up in the living room talking. "Fright Night", which showed horror movies, was on T.V. but we weren't really paying too much attention to it so I got up and turned the T.V. off before sitting down in Dad's easy chair with my friend sitting on the couch adjacent.

I had the foot rest up but my feet were dangling in the space between the rest and the chair while I was chatting though my eyes kept being drawn to the large orange easy chair about a foot away for some reason. I really didn't like that chair although I couldn't really understand exactly why..it made me uneasy. We had had that chair since I was a child and there was really no reason why I should have felt that way, but I did.

Anyway, we were talking and my eyes kept going over to the chair which had a book and a doll lying on it. My friend followed my gaze before we started to talk again; I don't know how long we talked--maybe about half an hour or longer--before we both looked at the chair. When we did, the book and doll flew off the chair and onto the floor, landing about 9 inches or so into the kitchen. It was as if someone had come by and had swept both the book and the doll quite violently off and then the chair started rocking.

My friend looked at me in utter shock and I was quite taken aback myself; neither of us spoke as we watched the chair rocking back and forth. This lasted only a minute or two but it seemed like an eternity as we both watched, scared silly, as it slowed down and stopped.

My heart was pounding in my chest and Lori sounded frightened as she said, "Did you see that?" I nodded, swallowing.

"Were you rocking it?" she asked and I thought the question rather ludicrous since there was NO way I could have been the one rocking it; my toes only reached the end of the footrest from underneath and it was a good 12 inches away from me, even further from where she was sitting.

"No," I said, "I can't reach it."

"Someone did," she pointed out, shakily. I nodded and we sat in silence a few more minutes, getting more and more frightened by the minute. I had never experienced anything like this before and I was frightened out of my mind, not to mention that my friend was scared too.

After five minutes of sitting, we both rose slowly to our feet and, with great trepidation, made our way over to the chair. It was a gaudy and ugly thing, wide with bright orange colour but now was still and motionless. When we looked down, we saw and imprint, the kind when one sits down for a length of time and then gets up. We stared and looked fearfully at each other... this was really weird!

"Touch it," she said. "NO WAY!" I rejoined, "YOU touch it!" She refused and this kept up for a few minutes before I finally said, "Ok..I'll do it", reached down and touched the imprint. It was warm.. just as if someone had been sitting there. "Its..warm," I reported shakily.

That was that. She called her mother right away and asked her if she could turn the outside light on and wait up for her; once this was done, she flew out the door and ran home, which wasn't far since there was only about 4 feet separating her door from mine. I watched her out the window and, when she was inside, I turned away, walked *around* the chair and flew upstairs, ran into my bedroom, and hid under the bed. I didn't come out until daylight and only then could I sleep.

Forward 12 years. I was reading the "Wainwright Star Chronicle", our local newspaper, one day and I found a really interesting picture on the front page of the Wainwright Holdings as they looked in the 50's when they were first built. 'Pretty ugly looking things,' I thought to myself but my breath caught when I read the article beneath: on the site where the Holdings now were, had once been a swamp which had been drained and used as a P.O.W. camp during WWII when Camp Wainwright couldn't hold anymore prisoners.

P.O.W. Camp?! Immediately, that brought the June 1980 incident back full force--that certainly explained things! I found out later, after we had left the Holdings altogether in 1991 when my father bought a small house, from my sister that she had had some weird experiences herself there, when she was growing up, most notably the face that seemed to stare at her from the curtain in front of her closet. It scared her pretty bad; my sister is 8 years my junior so I can't really blame her for being scared since I was frightened out of my wits that night myself.

There is a bit of an amusing footnote to this that I find ironic after all these years. My father and my sister had teased me for years of my belief in the supernatural; despite this, I still believed in ghosts, and then I find out later that BOTH my sister and father have had brushes with ghosts while we still lived there in Apt. 65--both are now firm believers in ghosts. Took an experience of their own to convince them.