Tyson Jost Diary

October 7, 2020

Wilder, Kentucky

"Well, welcome to the final location, boys," I say, as I am standing before the creepy building of Bobby Mackey's. "Let's see if we can succeed for a fourth time? Oh, who am I kidding? Of course we'll win!"

Comphy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Josty..."

"If we don't succeed, no one will bother reading this," Nathan grumbles, looking at his fingertips. "Also, Nathan MacKinnon doesn't fail. He might make a mistake or two, but NEVER fail."

"Okay..." I trail off. "We won't."

EJ grabs me and holds me with two firm grips on my shoulders, as he gazes into my eyes. "We're talking about Bobby Mackey's! This place is so messed up, Gravy and Cale went back to Colorado with G. Seriously, this is not a joke or a place for little kids or to underestimate."

"Oof, you should have sent that in the memo," Brendan Gallagher remarks with a chuckle. He lifts his arms up, holding firmly to Artturi Lehkonen and Nick Suzuki's hands. "But they're older kids, I guess."

"As long as they won't spook easily over a demon, they're welcome to stay," I remark.

"I heard what you did to my older brother and I'm going to finish what he started!" Brady Tkachuk snarls. "Assuming you already know that I am one of the villains here. I will stop you, Tyson Jost! You won't win this time!"

I clasp my hands together. "Awesome, Brady! I look forward to challenging you inside of the location."

Brady scowls and rolls his eyes.

"William Karlsson might have told you that he was the most handsome of all the Swedes and players, but the truth is, I am that player," William Nylander states, holding his head up high and proud.

"You wish," Alex Killorn snaps.

Yanni Gourde chuckles. "I nominate my owner, Vladdy."

"Owner?" I question. I look around. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but Vladdy's not even here."

Yanni shrugs. "Y'all can continue to hog and hide him from me, but he knows who his real owner...er, friend...is!"

Brayden Point sighs and slaps his forehead. "Easy, tiger. Let's just go inside."

Jimmy Vesey looks at Jack Eichel, who shrugs and whispers, "Lightning..."

"Nyla, you wish you were as talented and good looking as me," Auston Matthews sassily says, throwing out a 'cool' flick of his hand.

"Alright, before we tear off each other's faces over who's better looking, Atlantic Division peoples, let's get in the building and begin the search!" I chuckle. "You're going to ruin my last quest before it begins, heh-heh."

"That's too bad," Dylan Larkin hisses at him.

Yanni races up to the door and throws it open. There's a cold blast of air that hits him and the rest of us.

"I have a weird feeling inside my stomach, guys," Patrice Bergeron yells out. "And a little dizziness."

"I heard voices and moaning!!" Matthew Peca remarks, poking his head into the building.

"Peca, really?" Alex Barkov and Jimmy Vesey sigh.

I lead the way and slip inside. "Come on in! It's spooky in here!" I call out to the others outside.

Soon everyone is inside the main room.

"Okay, before we begin, there's two separate buildings here. There's the well basement room -- yes, yes, a basement again -- and this room -- the stage, bar party room. So, of course, I think it's only right that we split into two groups. Half of us will go to the well building and half can stay here."

"But we all know the hole to fill up and plug is in the well room -- the hole is the well, Josty," Comphy remarks.

"I know, but we need to draw out the spirits and make sure everything is going to work out. It seemed to work best when we split up, lured the spirits and evil stuff out and then plugged up the hole/portal."

"True, I suppose." Comphy shrugs. "Alright, who's going where?"

"I'll take Auston Matthews, Brad Marchand, Brady Tkachuk, Alex Killorn, Jack Eichel, Yanni Gourde, Brayden Point, EJ, Nathan, Comphy and myself," I remark. "We can go check out the basement, be ready to close it and all."

"Since we know Brady Tkachuk's bad already, at least it gives us a heads up on who to hold back and keep an eye on too," Comphy says, rubbing his hands together. "Nice forewarning, Brady."

I nod at Comphy, laughing.

Brady folds his arms and frowns.

Then I turn to the others. "So, Matheson, Larkin, Patrice, Brendan, Artturi, Nick Suzuki, Nyla, Alex Barkov, Jimmy Vesey, Matty Peca and Dmytro Timashov can stay in here. As soon as we leave, feel free to lock yourself in and get to work on drawing out the ghosts. Or party your heads off. Either way, enjoy the group time together."

"Sounds good," Artturi claps his hands.

"Alright then, let's go to the basement-well room," I shout out and bolt out of the door, heading for the other building, which possesses the infamous demon well. My group and I enter and lock ourselves in for some terrifying final drama!

Let my time at Bobby Mackey's truly begin!