in Port Charles

Lucy Coe pounded the open House sign securely into the ground. The realtor extraordinaire was getting ready to show a quirky little property on Harborside Drive. The last known owner had vanished so the Town was letting Lucy sell it. Some said it was haunted but Lucy was undeterred. She was confident she could snag a buyer.

In the shimmering light of a spectacular full moon, Lucy walked up the long path and into the house where she lit several plain candles and a scented one called "Home Sweet Home." After several minutes, Brook Lynn Quartermaine was at the door. "Hello?" she called out.

"Welcome," said Lucy. "Welcome to 1313 Harborside Drive. Are you in the market for 7300 square feet?"

"I can no longer crash at Chase's place, so I'm looking for the cheapest you've got."

Lucy shot back, "Now, it's a bit of a fixer-upper. But it's very private. Built in 1864. Four bedrooms, three baths."

Brook Lynn looked around at the living room. It was barely furnished except for an old rocking chair in the corner. The whole house looked like something out of a chainsaw murder movie. Just then, the rocking chair began to rock by itself. All the lights flickered off and on, and with a humming, the electricity went off, plunging them into an eerie darkness.

"Take a candle, " Lucy suggested. "The Town didn't pay the bill, I suppose. I'll be speaking to someone about that."

Brook Lynn was getting creeped out. There was a kind of green vapor in the air and a filmy presence was with them. Was that a woman in that rocking chair?

Lucy put her hand on Brook Lynn's shoulder. "Come. Let's have a look upstairs."

Guided by candlelight, the two women climbed a large staircase, Lucy leading the way. Neither knew it, but an apparition from the rocking chair was floating above them, following them up the stairs. The doorbell chimed. Brook Lynn was startled.

"Oh, goody! It's another customer. Let me go get that. Continue up. You'll see the bedrooms."

It was Valentin Cassadine at the door. Lucy was surprised. "Valentin, are you in the market for an oldish home?"

"Honestly," he answered, "I'd like to flip it. First maybe build out some stables for Charlotte."

"I don't think it's your style, to be totally honest."

"Quite right. It's missing the gargoyles I'm used to, but I can make it work."

"Well, power's out so take a candle," Lucy directed. "I'm showing the second floor first."

Lucy and Valentin mounted the creaky staircase. They found Brook Lynn shaking in the hall. Her candle was out. "Thank God you're back!" Brook Lynn cried.

"This one here is the master bedroom, guys," said Lucy.

"Want to go check out the bed?" Valentin winked at Brook.

Brook Lynn felt someone behind her, grabbing her hips, pushing her into the dark master bedroom. "Let me go! she screamed.

"What's wrong, doll?" asked Lucy.

The door to bedroom slammed shut. With Brook Lynn inside and the others out in the hallway.

Brook Lynn was freaked out. Trying not to panic, she attempted to turn the doorknob. It was fiery hot! "Owww!! Let me out!" she screamed.

Valentin tried to come to her rescue but, as he tried the door, it wouldn't budge. "I'm going to get you out, Brook Lynn," he said, trying to sound macho.

On her side of the door, Brook Lynn heard an other-worldly moaning. She searched her brain for what to do in a situation like this but came up blank. All she could think of was to sing a song to soothe the spirit. She was so terrified, so forgot the words to all the songs. Then it came to her: That one from The Bodyguard, Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You," taken from Dolly Parton. Brook Lynn opened her throat, turned on the pipes, and began . . . And I will al-ways love you-oooh. As she belted out a high C that was earsplitting, the rocking chair spirit raced past her and rammed through the door, leaving behind wooden splinters on the frame, and exited 1313 Harborside Drive down the stairs and out the front door as fast as a bullet train.

During the singing, Valentin had to hold his ears. Now, he was still a little disoriented. Suddenly, the electricity came back on and they had light.

Lucy straightened her nametag. "Let's check out the master bath, shall we?"

Valentin was having none of it. He was no longer interested. He turned toward the creaky staircase.

"Wait, where are you going?" Lucy wanted to know.

"Honestly," said the creepiest Cassadine, "In the light, this place is kind of a dump. See you later!"

"Ta," said Lucy.