Tyson Jost Diary

September 22, 2020

Goldfield, Nevada

I watch Nathan hit the ground. My eyes then snap up to glimpse Miro, who is standing in the front of the group, gripping a flaming torch in his hand. He must have gotten it somewhere along the way (though I'm not sure where he got it?).

"Too bad I didn't bring my ukulele, Comphy," I remark, snapping my fingers in disappointment.

Comphy shakes his head, releasing my arms from his bizarre firm grip on them and blinks. "You don't need it. You might attract even MORE negativity with that awful thing too, so it's a GOOD thing you didn't bring it."

"You're just jealous of my musician skills," I bite back.

Miro swings the torch ahead of him. "Let Nathan MacKinnon be, NOW, Benn!"

Benn's head snaps un-naturately in Miro's direction. "Excuse you, Heiskanen?"

Miro flicks the torch around his hand, impressively and stabs the flame into Perry's chest.

Perry screams and melts into a puddle of black liquid.

"Wow, that worked..." EJ remarks, cocking an eyebrow. "You legit melted him with the torch."

"And I'll do it to everyone else!" Miro shouts out, thrusting it at Perron, Fiala, Duchene and Watson.

Benn, looking at the black liquid remains of Corey Perry, considers his options about continuing to torment Nathan.

Nathan recovers and kicks out, sweeping Benn's legs out from under him. He falls toward the flaming torch in Miro's hand. It only takes only lick of the tip to ignite the demonic Dallas Star.

Benn melts into the same black liquid as Perry.

Miro then attacks Perron, Fiala, Duchene and Watson, melting them too.

When he is done, he is fueled by the adrenaline and throws the torch down on the ground like a football player spiking the ball after a touchdown. Thankfully the force is enough to diffuse the flame, leaving an unburnt torch lying on the ground in the middle of a giant puddle of black.

"Well, that was almost too easy," Comphy mutters out.

"YAY! THEY'RE DEAD!" Kirby shouts out, clapping his hands.

Everyone turns to glare at him.

"So does this mean Tkachuk's dead too?" G asks. "I can return to Vladdy now?"

"Not quite..." I sigh. "He was only possessing them. He's still around, he's in more players...but we've got a start! At least now the threat to US is extinguished so we can carry out the rest of our plan."

"Closing the portal at Goldfield?" Comphy questions.

"I knew that," Nathan says, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. "Also you're welcome for helping to get rid of those pains. Might as well name me the captain of the Avalanche now."

"NO!" EJ, Gravy, Cale, G and Comphy snap in unison.

"How many times do you have to be told Nathan..." Cale sighs, shaking his head.

"Let's just close this damn portal and get the frick out of here," Stromer hisses. "Don't we have to conduct a seance or something?"

"Down in the basement," EJ replies.

"We gotta go back down there?" Gravy whines.

"Yes, we'll conduct the seance down there, close the portal, sage the entire building from top to bottom and then we should be good to go," I say. "At least that's what I gathered from watching Ghost Adventures."

"Sounds like a plan, let's get on it!" Stromer exclaims.

They all make their way down to the basement and sit together in a circle around a candle in the darkest part of the hotel. Here, they begin to conduct their seance in an attempt to communicate with the spirits.

"Who possessed me upstairs?" I call out, instigating the session.

"Elizabeth," comes a response.

"Who possessed me?" Comphy shouts out. "Whoever it was, fuck you."

"It was no one...had to...don't worry...I love you..." comes the response to him from an airy male voice.

"Was it Wingfield?" Comphy presses.

"Possibly," the same voice responds to him.

"Alright, close the portal," Nathan growls.

I sprinkle sage leaves over the candle flame as I mutter out, "Negative entities of the night leave the Goldfield Hotel in peace. This is no longer your place. No longer your home. Be gone with you."

A brick is picked up and flung through the shadows around the circle of central division team hockey players. It hits Kirby in the back.

"Ow!" Kirby shrieks, jumping up to his feet.

"BE GONE FROM HERE!" I say forcefully into the flame.

It flickers once and then remains lit. The heaviness in the basement seems to dissolve away and an eerie quiet calmness overtakes the room.

From that, we get up and go around, breaking off into our groups to sage the building on all four levels.

When we are done with that, Comphy and I return to the 'seance room.' We grab the shovels that we'd brought and stuck in here earlier. We begin to shovel the black liquid into the hole in the corner of the room and then cover it up with bricks.

It is here, Nathan tells me that a voice whispered into his ear earlier that a 'foe would come for him in the night.' But we've bested the foe.

It's time to move onto the next location.

It is also time to bid farewell to the central division folks that volunteered to help me out. Stromer, Kirby and a dazed, but awake, Brinksy head to their car. They get into the Blackhawk logo car, waving and zoom off from the place.

Zuccs gets into the Wild logo car, while Mark and Pisy get into the Jets logoed car. Colton gets into the Blues car and then Dicky, Miro and Esa get into the car with the Stars logo on it.

So now it's just us Avs.

"That really didn't seem that difficult," Nathan says.

"You were Jamie Benn's bitch half the time," Comphy growls to him.

Nathan shoots him a glaring look. "I kicked him and sent him falling into the torch to be melted like a wicked male witch."

"So, where are we heading next, Josty?" EJ asks me.

I pull my phone out. "We're going to the Pacific coast, to the infamous and extremely dark Oman House."

"Yeah, that name doesn't sound too thrilling," Cale says, rubbing his arm.

"It's because it's a very dark place cloaked in blood. Lots of blood. If there's a place for Tkachuk to draw his power from, it's this evil house!" I remark, turning to the invisible camera and pointing at it. "But I'll explain more about it in the background for part two of my three part Jost Adventure!"

Comphy pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. 

To Be Continued...