Jost Adventures

Josty's Dream

Tyson Jost Diary

September 15, 2020

Denver, Colorado

The next night, I get ready for bed and lay down. I'm staring up at the ceiling, shadows appear to move to the sides. But there's nothing there. I finally force myself to fall asleep. My vision clouds black like a cool movie fade out.

I find myself in the Edmonton Bubble, back in the JW Marriott hotel. Around me, I can see four different purple swirling portal-like doorways. Voices come from each. The one in front of me, I can hear Comphy's voice.

I walk toward it.

Inside, I find the lobby and various tables scattered about. At one of the tables, I see Gravy with his head hung low on his chest.

"Gravy! Gravy?!" I call out to him, starting toward him.

It feels as though he's farther away from me though as I sprint toward him. Then all of a sudden wicked laughter slices through the air. I skid to a halt as Gravy's head snaps up at the random evil snickering.

Now I am suddenly almost a few feet from him and I can see that there is a long chain that is connected to a cuff around his right leg and the leg of the chair. His wrists are bound together with duct tape and sitting in his lap. His eyes are wide and he is looking right at me like he's seen a ghost (or worse). He tries to scream something to me, but I notice the same tape over his mouth.

Before I gather my senses and figure out what is going on and who's done this to my teammate, twenty puffs of smoke appears before me, rapidly blocking out my sight of Gravy. The laughter intensifies and I find that I am now looking at twenty evil faces.

"You can't help him," Matthew Tkachuk snarls, stepping forward from the group. His eyes are an icy white color.

"You foolishly opened the demon portal that's allowed the mighty Tkachuk to feed off of all the energy inside," Corey Perry snaps, his eyes a blood red color.

I take a step back, but the Calgary Flames player's hand shoots out and halts me, preventing me from retreating farther away from the horror scene.

"Where do you think you're going, Pretty Boy?" Tkachuk snarls in a deep demonic tone. "You don't like my host body? I find it rather interesting a hockey player should share the same last name as an infamous Hell Demon, don't you think?"

I turn my face away, but manage to croak out, "Let Gravy go, he's got nothing to do with this."

Tkachuk snickers. "You think so? Just like you think that you're going to be able to get rid of me. No amount of holy water can drive me out. And now, I've possessed a few players around the league..." He gestures to the players around him.

I can see Jamie Benn from the Dallas Stars, David Perron from the St. Louis Blues, Dylan Larkin from the Detroit Red Wings, Kris Letang from the Pittsburgh Penguins, Austin Watson from the Nashville Predators, Cal Clutterbuck and Ryan Reaves from the Vegas Golden Knights with beady black eyes. Kevin Fiala from the Minnesota Wild, Timo Meier from the San Jose Sharks, Brad Marchand from the Boston Bruins and Auston Matthews from the Toronto Maple Leafs have blood red eyes like Perry's.

I fight the urge to panic as I take in the rest of the players standing between Gravy and myself.

Matt Duchene from the Nashville Predators, Sam Bennett from the Calgary Flames, TJ Oshie from the Washington Capitals and Dustin Brown from the LA Kings have yellow serpent-like eyes. Nick Foligno from the Columbus Blue Jackets, Mike Matheson from the Pittsburgh Penguins, Brady Tkachuk from the Ottawa Senators and Tom Wilson from the Washington Capitals have icy white eyes like Tkachuk's.