>>1984898My Bro, my Mate, and I spent a night camping on top of a mountain that turned out to be seriously cursed by maori spirits. I will be precise with my information, events, and facts, but will try not to sacrifice the telling of the story in doing so. As such, I reckon this will be a longer one.
I will tell most of the narrative in greentext, but there is a point in the events where things get too disjointed for greentext; I have tried but I can’t make it work. Other than that I will provide some basic information here at the beginning and again at the end, and other than that try not to break the greentext.
Basic info: This story took place in the summer of 2018 here in New Zealand, the mountain is question is Mt. Pohaturoa, located on the opposite bank of the Waikato River from State Highway 30, just outside of the hydro-dam town Atiamuri. If you are a kiwi and you have ever driven south from Tokoroa towards the western access road around Lake Taupo you will have seen this mountain.
I am a born and bred New Zealander and have spent most of my life /out/, this was the first and only outwardly spooky experience I have had, but it opened my eyes to many things that I would’ve unconsciously ignored before this night. Maori to this day act as if there are spirits and cursed / scared places that you just shouldn’t fuck with, and nowadays I’m inclined to think they are right.
This is the story of what happened when I spent a night in one of these places.
>be December 2018
>suggest to Bro that we do some camping before Christmas when we won’t be able to get away
>he agrees, and reckons that we should check out Mount Pohaturoa, which we are both familiar with as a backdrop on car rides but have never explored
>it’s settled, and we will take my Mate, who was only just getting into /out/ and desu after this ordeal surprised he still is
