I hope you are mentally prepared for this part of “Three Girls, One Car” tonight. Because we sure weren’t!

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Passing through barely a town called Granity Village, with handpainted wooden door signs swinging in the sea breeze from posts, we were in for an artsy day.

“Art for Arts Sake” was scrawled across a home decor shop as we flashed past in Subie, managing to catch glimpses of the villagers’ outstandingly creative moves in the form of microwave mailboxes. A great idea if The Grottage ever wanted to find a use for the charred remains of our once beloved kitchen companion…

Hokitika was a noteworthy town to find fine craftsmanship in. Jade and Greenstone carving is very popular here, with some stores you can sit and carve your own pendant.

The greenstone pendant is a Maori tradition. Only received as a gift, otherwise it’s bad luck. So if you want a shiny nugget of purest green around your neck you’d better find a good friend 😉

They come in a range of symbolic shapes too. The circle, double helix twist, and fish hook all have their own meanings. Mine is representative of the “continual attempt to gather new knowledge and inspiration from our surrounding world.” The giver of mine got my drive and passion for understanding this world spot on.

Nearby a stunning glow worm dell just out of the town centre, was a campsite recommended to us by a fun chap we met who gave us some sauce called “Bullshit”…

Sea View, located on the top of a hill, was a $15pp campsite with incredible facilities. Warm showers, an indoor dining and living room with views of the sea, power and a fully equipped kitchen made this place too good to be true.

Hmm…

The catch?

It was a fully operating Mental Asylum until 2009 when it closed due to “unpopularity”…

This estate of blue and white painted wooden villas was founded in the 1800’s, and at its peak in 1955, was home to 564 patients. The site consisted of a nursing school, staff housing, a hostel, a prison, padded cells, the patient accommodation and a dining hall.

Numbers dropped drastically until only 22 people were left in 2009. It was sold to a property developer in 2002, most likely the old Asian lady we met at the cluttered reception with creepy dolls when we signed in.

The weirdest part of this place was that all this history was not mentioned ANYWHERE. CamperMate has kept it very quiet and this little old lady we met avoided Alex’s most blatant attempts to find out more about the place. She eventually told us that she owns the entire plot on the hill, the glow worm dell and that she has lived there for over 12 years… and that this place “keeps me out of mischief…”

Besides her, we were the only ones there. Like the Scooby-Doo mystery team, we decided to have a dig around after finding lots of suspicious “keep out” signs on the doors of the hostel…

At first glance, this dilapidated village looks like it is lived in. There are two horses in the front yard of one of the villas. As we approached each one, we found out that they were completely deserted. Every. Single. Villa.

Shaking from the intensity of how creepy it was there, we peered through the torn apart curtains from the dusty cobwebbed windows…

Trash and broken furniture were strewn around the rooms, holes punched out of the retro pastel-coloured walls and rusted gym equipment suggested that it had been a long time since anyone had been inside.

It was obvious that it was a mental hospital too, as the curtainless rails were still present on the ceilings, and there were even a couple beds still with crumpled sheets and straps on them…

Some were in better condition than others. One of the beautiful staff houses had burnt down, and an extremely haunting house at the back of the village had been trashed by violent vandals.

An abandoned hostel at the end of the village was quite well kept however. The bar decor looked recent…ish.

Upon viewing the adjacent sitting rooms it became apparent that it had stopped operating in the 90s as the furniture reminded me of my parents house when I was a young kid. The VHS tape player underneath the huge box TV gave it away though.

How bizarre that all of this was completely vacant! It was like being on the set of an apocalyptic horror movie. Feeling jumpy, I was fully prepared for some hoard of zombies to emerge after suffering some freak accident in the asylum.

Rumour has it though that some strange stuff used to go on behind closed doors when it was operating as an Mental Asylum. Experiments on humans and abusive treatment was unrecorded but talked about when chatting to some NZ locals. Suspiciously Sea View has no records of any odd behaviour happening here at all. Nowadays some of the spaces are used for warfare training with the New Zealand Army.

We returned to the untouched living room crowded with unmatched 50’s furniture (presumably collected from the other villas) and watched the sun set over the sea.

Darkness crept into the corners of the refurbished villa and we walked past the following eyes of some of the chilling oil paintings that hung on the walls to the kitchen to make dinner.

The house creaked and groaned whilst being uncomfortably silent as we told personal ghost stories to one another. What I heard from Lauren and Alex would have made most people a little uneasy, but I felt a different kind of ominous pressure being inside this building. Reading comments on CamperMate the reviewers said they felt the same, refusing to stay inside that building at night. I was compelled to get out as soon as possible. Alex could sense something too and quickly started to drink with Lauren to ease the tension…

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…Crawling into our sleeping bags after a heart racing attempt of re-entering the building to turn a light off that was left on was enough for me on this evening. “It’ll be FUN!” drunk-Alex had said…

I passed out with the light of this window and that little boy’s eyes cast upon us.

Sleep tight.