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Auspicious by Tewahway
Published 3 years, 1 month ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you a very creepy story from the creepypasta library.
First, I'd like to invite you to visit my web page where you can find links to all of my podcasts, social media, and places where you can buy my stories in paperback or ebook. Visit www.spookyboorhodes.com for details.Now let's begin...
Auspicious
by Tewahway
Finally, we'd been waiting all year. Through the arduous winter, tumultuous spring, and scorching mid-summer, to the temperate late summer stretch. Around this time every year, my wife, Kate and I, along with a few friends of ours, all go up to my friend Tom's cottage. It was the perfect time of year. The days were long, the nights were warm, and the bugs were damn near non-existent. For reasons I won't get into, most of us hadn't seen each other since... almost the last trip. It was a balm to see one another again.
In total it would be Kate, Krystal (and her elderly pooch, Duke), Dennis, Tom, Curt and I. Normally our friend Evan would join us, it was always a pleasure to have him up with us, as he was always down for a long and action packed night. Unfortunately, he was still away, tree planting far out west which he did for most of the summer. Nonetheless, we were all super excited to get together and let loose before the trees began to turn, and the air began to chill.
On Tom's property, there were 2 buildings and an outhouse. One was the main cottage, the other was the A frame, where Krystal, Curt and Duke would sleep. Dennis, Tom, Kate and I would all stay in the main cabin, which was quite spacious.
Our friend Evan would always bring this terrible, piss-water beer called Auspicious Ale. I think the two culminating factors of why he loved it so much were the name (strange as it was) and the price. It was unapologetically dirt cheap. We'd all begin the trip with our own beer, wine and liquor, but in the end, we all ended up drinking Auspicious. We'd also do stupid stuff with them, like launch them from the fire pit, or shotgun them. In Evan's absence, Dennis bought a case of Auspicious, partially as an homage, but more so as a joke, I think.
The cottage week was off to a great start. Swimming, kayaking, and general adventure during the day. Bonfires, board games, and general shenanigans at night. Drinking all the while. As was somewhat of a tradition, we would get the fire really built up in the evening, and find an old log with a rotted-out core to toss on top of the fire. As it eventually caught the flames, and started to burn from the inside out, we would shake up an Auspicious, and drop it in the center upside down. It was a roulette as to when it would go off, but eventually it would shoot like a sudsy rocket, then we'd scramble to try to find the smoky can and drink whatever hot, hot remnants were inside, depending on how drunk we were already. This time, there was enough for Dennis, Tom and I, and we taped the ceremonial drinking of the smoky Auspicious. We sent it to Evan, to let him know the traditions still lived. We never got a response though.
We had all joked and japed about how much better this was than city living.
“It certainly beats waiting 20 minutes for a bus that may not even really exist every morning,” I exclaimed to a group of nodding heads and smiling faces, as we cooked over the coals and pounded through the Auspicious Ales.
Later that night as the wee hours of the morning were approaching, Duke, who's bedtime had already passed, but had found sleep by the fireside, roused in an agitated temper. He kept staring off into the woods behind the A frame completely still for a few moments, before he would huff and puff in a squirrely fashion. Krystal said it was late, passed Duke's bed time, and late enough for her too. Krystal took Duke to the A frame with Curt following shortly after. Kate went inside the main cottage, to get a midnight sn
First, I'd like to invite you to visit my web page where you can find links to all of my podcasts, social media, and places where you can buy my stories in paperback or ebook. Visit www.spookyboorhodes.com for details.Now let's begin...
Auspicious
by Tewahway
Finally, we'd been waiting all year. Through the arduous winter, tumultuous spring, and scorching mid-summer, to the temperate late summer stretch. Around this time every year, my wife, Kate and I, along with a few friends of ours, all go up to my friend Tom's cottage. It was the perfect time of year. The days were long, the nights were warm, and the bugs were damn near non-existent. For reasons I won't get into, most of us hadn't seen each other since... almost the last trip. It was a balm to see one another again.
In total it would be Kate, Krystal (and her elderly pooch, Duke), Dennis, Tom, Curt and I. Normally our friend Evan would join us, it was always a pleasure to have him up with us, as he was always down for a long and action packed night. Unfortunately, he was still away, tree planting far out west which he did for most of the summer. Nonetheless, we were all super excited to get together and let loose before the trees began to turn, and the air began to chill.
On Tom's property, there were 2 buildings and an outhouse. One was the main cottage, the other was the A frame, where Krystal, Curt and Duke would sleep. Dennis, Tom, Kate and I would all stay in the main cabin, which was quite spacious.
Our friend Evan would always bring this terrible, piss-water beer called Auspicious Ale. I think the two culminating factors of why he loved it so much were the name (strange as it was) and the price. It was unapologetically dirt cheap. We'd all begin the trip with our own beer, wine and liquor, but in the end, we all ended up drinking Auspicious. We'd also do stupid stuff with them, like launch them from the fire pit, or shotgun them. In Evan's absence, Dennis bought a case of Auspicious, partially as an homage, but more so as a joke, I think.
The cottage week was off to a great start. Swimming, kayaking, and general adventure during the day. Bonfires, board games, and general shenanigans at night. Drinking all the while. As was somewhat of a tradition, we would get the fire really built up in the evening, and find an old log with a rotted-out core to toss on top of the fire. As it eventually caught the flames, and started to burn from the inside out, we would shake up an Auspicious, and drop it in the center upside down. It was a roulette as to when it would go off, but eventually it would shoot like a sudsy rocket, then we'd scramble to try to find the smoky can and drink whatever hot, hot remnants were inside, depending on how drunk we were already. This time, there was enough for Dennis, Tom and I, and we taped the ceremonial drinking of the smoky Auspicious. We sent it to Evan, to let him know the traditions still lived. We never got a response though.
We had all joked and japed about how much better this was than city living.
“It certainly beats waiting 20 minutes for a bus that may not even really exist every morning,” I exclaimed to a group of nodding heads and smiling faces, as we cooked over the coals and pounded through the Auspicious Ales.
Later that night as the wee hours of the morning were approaching, Duke, who's bedtime had already passed, but had found sleep by the fireside, roused in an agitated temper. He kept staring off into the woods behind the A frame completely still for a few moments, before he would huff and puff in a squirrely fashion. Krystal said it was late, passed Duke's bed time, and late enough for her too. Krystal took Duke to the A frame with Curt following shortly after. Kate went inside the main cottage, to get a midnight sn