Blood On The Wyndemere Floor, Lucas Gives Information, And Josslyn Is In Danger! GH Spoilers

🏰 Windemere: The Ghost of Blood

Lucas Jones stepped onto Spoon Island, carrying his bag and the weight of every ignored warning from Port Charles. He had chosen to move into the imposing, secretive fortress of Windemere for Marco Rios, choosing love over logic. But the moment the launch pulled away, and the doors of the estate groaned open, a shiver of cold air and an unshakeable sense of dread moved up his spine. The house did not feel quiet; it felt like held breath.

Marco was absent, having left early to speak with his father, Jen Sidwell, about something he refused to name—another clash between the controlling patriarch and his son. Lucas set his bag down in the dimly lit foyer, trying to convince himself this place could be home, but the weak, flickering chandelier did little to ease his unease.

The Unmistakable Stain

As Lucas turned toward the staircase, his eye was snagged by a dark stain near the base of the banister. It was small, no bigger than a handprint, but it instantly commanded his attention. He knelt closer, pulse jumping, recognizing the faint but undeniable red: blood that someone had tried to scrub away.

“Something terrible happened here,” Lucas whispered, quickly straightening up. The house felt too aware of him, every whisper of wind sounding like footsteps. He chose to keep the discovery to himself, forcing himself to unpack upstairs, clinging to the fragile pretense that the house was only old and strange, not soaked in violence.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the new houseman, Pascal, worked with stiff nerves. He had spent the afternoon furiously scrubbing the foyer floor, but the stain taunted him. He knew Sidwell had recently eliminated Professor Dalton, a liability. Pascal, terrified of being the next body, feared the consequences if Sidwell or Marco noticed the indelible spot.

Jocelyn’s Arrival and Abduction

As Lucas tried to settle his nerves later that evening, a knock came. He opened the door to find his cousin, Jocelyn ‘Joss’ Jax, smiling brightly, seemingly on a casual visit. Lucas, relieved, hugged her, unaware that her visit was anything but casual. Joss’s smile was quickly replaced by a quick, calculating scan of the hallway—the trademark of a WSB operative working under cover.

Lucas, desperate to alleviate his anxiety, blurred out the truth: he saw blood that someone tried to cover. Joss froze, the stillness on her face revealing her training. Dalton’s murder had happened here; she knew it. Lucas’s discovery was unexpected, complicating her assignment but also giving her the access she desperately needed. Visiting Lucas was her perfect cover.

As they walked the corridors, Joss observed everything: the locked doors, the metallic scent in the air, the faint stain on the floor which she touched, confirming the recent presence of blood. When Marco briefly appeared, Joss caught the flicker of fear and recognition in his eyes as he glanced at the stain, confirming her suspicion that Marco knew exactly what had happened.

Joss excused herself to the guest bathroom, ostensibly to leave, but actually to call her WSB handler, Brennan. As she lifted the phone to complete the urgent update, a faint shift of air behind her was the only warning. Before she could turn, a cloth slammed over her mouth and nose, reeking of chloroform. Her phone slipped, her cry was muffled, and she collapsed into darkness as her attacker dragged her away. The phone landed near the sink, screen cracked, the call never completed. Jocelyn disappeared into the maze of Windemere.

The Siege of Silence

Lucas woke the next morning with a sickening twist in his gut, certain Joss would not have left without a word. Downstairs, the silence was oppressive. He asked Pascal if he saw Joss leave, but the houseman stiffened, his rehearsed denial betraying his fear.

Moments later, Sidwell arrived. Lucas stiffened under his cold, judging stare. When Sidwell noticed Lucas glancing at the faint bloodstain, he turned his head slowly. His expression held no surprise, telling Lucas everything: Sidwell knew what happened, and he knew that Lucas knew, too.

Meanwhile, Joss woke in a damp, dark stone room, her wrists bound by rope. She realized she was in the bowels of the estate. Pascal appeared, his conscience warring with his terror, confirming he was a reluctant accomplice who was too watched to help. He would not name her abductor, but Joss knew Sidwell was in control.

When Marco returned, he tried to reassure Lucas, but his confidence cracked when Lucas mentioned the stain again. Marco lied, claiming it was an accident involving a contractor, but his quick denial and subsequent refusal to elaborate severed the trust between them. Lucas, feeling helpless, was pulled toward the locked basement door, a low whisper of fear insisting Joss had not left the island.

Sidwell’s Invitation

Marco confronted his father, demanding to know Joss’s whereabouts, but Sidwell, unimpressed, used the conversation to remind Marco who held the power. Sidwell implied that if Marco wanted to protect Lucas, he would keep him away from the basement and away from the truth.

Shaking, Marco went upstairs and tried to convince Lucas to leave the island immediately. Lucas saw the desperation and panic in his eyes. When Lucas whispered, “Jocelyn is here,” Marco froze, confirming Lucas’s worst fears.

Before Marco could speak, Sidwell appeared, his calm smile a cold threat. He invited them to dinner, his tone leaving no room for refusal.

Down below, Joss had finally worked the rope around her wrists loose. She was free of the restraints, but trapped in a stone room. Sidwell had already visited her, confirming he knew she was a WSB agent and hinting that if Lucas asked the wrong questions, he might end up like Dalton. Joss was consumed by one thought: If she did not escape soon, Lucas would die here.

As the house prepared for dinner, Sidwell waited, Marco trembled, and Lucas listened to the oppressive silence, realizing a terrifying truth: If he did nothing now, Windemere would swallow them all.