An Australian resident talks about his father's abducted foal story & haunting tales in various nightclubs & other locations where he used to work.

The following account was forwarded to me by my friends Cam & Kyle at Expanded Perspectives:

"Here's a brief story of an alien interaction with a horse, told to me by my dad when I was a kid. My dad was a former jockey, still into horses, horse breeding, and thoroughbreds. This happened before I was born. Dad was working on a thoroughbred stud farm. They had a champion pregnant mare, so the foal was valuable.

The horse was in a paddock by herself away from other animals like dogs, dingos, and kangaroos. It was an old bush paddock with a pile of old cars stacked up in a corner, and high fencing to prevent animals or people from getting in or out. I believe the stud farm was in a town called Scone, in the Hunter Valley area of New South Wales, Australia.

One night a police officer from the neighbouring valley reported some lights in the sky. He followed them as far as he could. The next morning Dad and another guy went to check on the mare, to see if it had gone into foal overnight. They found the mare, she had had the foal, but there was no foal or afterbirth anywhere. There was a large ring burnt into the ground and the paint on the old cars had been burnt off on the sides facing the ring. Dad also said nothing grew in that ring for a long time. Dad passed away about 13 years ago so I can't get any more information.

My cousins used to tell me stories when I was young about Yowies, and Aussie Bigfoot. They told me that Queen Yowie used to ride a chopper. I didn't know what they looked like. I pictured black ghosts on bikes. Ghosts like in the Scooby Doo cartoons. Here's a story or two about a ghost in an old building.

The building was going to be a church, but it wasn't finished, a priest shot through with the money. The church was turned into a nightclub. I started as a busboy, then barman, and then basically as the bar manager. I opened up and did all the kegs, alcohol, and money. This club/ building had a bit of a reputation as having a ghost. People would say they'd see a figure upstairs, when they were downstairs, and A glimpse into a large mirror behind the DJ booth. 

One night I asked a female bussy to work upstairs as we were busy. I went up to see if she needed anything. She didn't notice me standing at the end of the counter, so I flicked a plastic shot glass near her. She took off running back down the stairs. At the end of the nights, we'd have knockoff drinks. Security had kicked everyone out, so the bar staff and security would have a chat and drink.

One night the drinks were at a corner bar downstairs (we had 3 downstairs, 1 upstairs) when all the glasses and a few bottles were smashed upstairs. Everyone took off! We knew no one was up there. We used to operate another nightclub as well, not open at the same time though.

That night I was asked to go to the haunted club the get some alcohol and money. I drove to the club and went in the side door. In total darkness, I had to make my way to the front door, turn off the silent alarm, and turn on a few lights. I then had to go out the back the the cage to get the alcohol I needed, then upstairs to the safe. Once that was all done I had to turn off the lights, turn on the alarm, and get out. I'd been in there plenty of times by myself during the night and day. That night something felt different. As I turned the lights off and the alarm on, I walked past the entrance to the toilets. I felt like something was there. I turned and looked, it was pitch dark but there was a darker spot that seemed to move. It made me move, and I couldn't wait to get out. I stumbled down some stairs and tried to calm myself thinking I was being stupid. I found myself hurrying again the get out and lock up."