Clean House: Destiny

By Donna Rinelli

Melody has run from herself most of her life, finally settling down at the age of thirty, she begins her new career as a Real Estate Agent. She felt different from other people most of her life, because of the contact she has with the dead. The first day on the job on her own, she finds herself in a Victorian home that has been on the market for many years, and hard to sell. Everyone from the office has had their turn trying to unload the property, but with no luck it remains on the market. Everything changes when she meets Mrs. Millie the owner and finds herself in a situation that makes her confront her problems. As time goes by, her path in life is different then she had planned. But, getting to know herself and how her gifts work, puts her in many strange and dangerous situations. Each place she comes in contact with brings many mysterious situations that she finds to be connected to her dreams. When she left home at the young age of eighteen, she kept many secrets as to what she did in those years. But, her new journey brings many twists and turns, with some surprises along the way, keeping her life very interesting as she peels away her past.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Jun 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504335201

Donna Rinelli

Donna Rinelli has her Associates in Science and is currently a Registered Respiratory Therapist. Author of a self-help book Breath of a Child, she continues to help others move forward from past experiences. Her article Let Your Garden Grow has been published in the Horizon Magazine, from her blog breathofachild.blog.com . She has been dreaming of strange houses most of her life and in the Clean House Series she combines her dreams with imagination, full of mystery, excitement, and drama.

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CLEAN

HOUSE

DESTINY

DONNA RINELLI

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-3519-5 (sc)

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Balboa Press rev. date: 06/18/2015

Contents

Preface

Meeting Mrs. Millie

Swimming in the Fish Bowl

Millie’s Corner

Aloha from Maui

Moving On

To My Destination

Mr. Blow Fish

Reunited

Mingling with the Locals

One, Two, Three Action!

Good Bye My Friend

Appointment with Granny

Flavors of Information

Help is on the Way

Reaching the Light

Shedding the Pain

A Special Retreat

Is the Doctor In?

A Mothers Love

A Brewing Thought

Testing the Waters

To Call My Own

Preface

M elody has run from herself most of her life, finally settling down at the age of thirty. She buys a home in Emerald Isles on the crystal coast of North Carolina, beginning her new career as a Real Estate Agent. She is not a stranger to being in new places in her life and has lived in many different states, since the age of eighteen. Melody felt different from other people most of her life, because of the contact she had with the dead.

After her training and first day on the job on her own, she finds herself in a Victorian home and everything changes when she meets the owner, Mrs. Millie and finds herself in a situation with many mysterious twists. Not knowing the history of the house at first, Melody finds herself in a situation that makes her confront the problem, in order to sell the home.

As time goes by, her path in life is different then she had planned. Melody learns through her journey not only how to trust who she is, but learns to trust others in her life, but not until she makes some mistakes along the way. It was not until she met Ronnie that she experienced a love that lasts forever, but it came with a cost.

Beth has been able to see Melody’s gifts at the young age of five, wanting to help her with it, but finds Melody running away from her. Now at the age of thirty Melody finds herself reaching out to her for help. Her struggle to learn her gifts that she has had her whole life, at such a late age gives her a disadvantage. Beth has no problem throwing Melody to the wolves, when it comes to learning her craft and feels it’s the best way for her to learn.

Each place that she comes in contact with brings many mysterious situations that she finds to be connected to her dreams. Her dreams consume her mind and engage her in her sleep, showing her the future, but she could not figure them out until the situation was staring her right in the face. They become a challenge and she struggles to keep one step ahead of them.

Things move so fast in her life that she has no time to think of anything else, but the tasks at hand. It was not until she got involved with the Finch’s home that she really had to use every aspect of her gifts. Melody finds herself in the muck of it, learning about all the mysterious dark secrets that come with the house. As she struggles to find out the history and the story of the house, she not only learns about the past, but learns how her gifts really work, challenging her in every possible way. She learns to peel away the outer layers, leaving her to see the naked true for what it really is. Everything that happens in her life at this moment sets her up for her future plans.

When she left home at the young age of eighteen, she only had contact with her mother and uncles, only letting them know her new address when she would move, which was often. She keeps many secrets as to what she did in the twelve years that she ran from herself, telling no one. But, her new journey brings many twists and turns, with some surprises along the way, keeping her life very interesting as she peels away her past.

Meeting Mrs. Millie

T he day I had a big shift in my life was when I first started my new career as a real estate agent, and moved to Emerald Isle on the Crystal Coast of North Carolina. But little did I know that I would be stepping into another full time job. I will never forget the first time I met Mrs. Millie. She was such a sweet old lady with a nice smile, but sadness brushed the edges of her eyes and she was glad to have someone else around to talk to.

When I drove up to the first house I was going to be selling, I could see the oldness of the house. How weird it was that it sat right next to the middle of a curve in the road, on a cliff above a sandy dune. The ocean by far was the attraction of the house, because you could see the perfect dark blue water with white line from the waves, below at a distance in a panoramic view. Across from the house near the road was a small mountainside filled with a lush green forest. The house was your typical Victorian home with a porch that went around in a full circle. The light blue paint was peeling away from the wood and I wondered why no one had given it a paint job before, putting it up for sale. I was told that I would be meeting someone to show me the house and figured it was someone from the office, because I had been in training. Since I did not see anyone in the driveway, I figured I was alone and I would get a head start on my report.

I walked towards the house on the concrete sidewalk that had fresh cut grass on each side, and two lush dark green bushes that sat on each side of the steps that led to the house. When I reached the top of the stairs, I took a deep breath, and then walked up to the door. I removed the large lock on the front of the door knob and opened it.

To my surprise, I was not expecting to see such a tiny little old lady standing in the doorway when I entered the house. Oh my, I said as I jumped in shock. Are you the owner of the house? I asked. She didn’t answer me and just looked at me with her glowing cataract eyes. I would say she was in her late eighties with a hunch back, standing around four feet eleven and her fingers were riddled with arthritis. Her gray hair was very thin and you could see her scalp due to loss of hair, but had some gray hair growth on her chin and lip. I felt like a giant standing next to her even though I was only five feet eight myself.

As we stared at one another for a minute, she finally welcomed me with open arms and invited me into the house. As soon as I had entered, I felt a very cold chill, but thought it was from the backdoor in the kitchen that was open and you could see all the way to the backyard. A great ocean view that was very amazing and I could see it as I stepped through the front door. I wondered how she had gotten in, especially since the lock was on the front door, but thought maybe she had taken off the lock from the backdoor and entered through there. The living room was empty except for the staircase that sat against the wall to the far right. In front of the staircase in the living room was a large window that was covered by a thin sheer curtain with a thin coat of dust. Above the staircase and on the second floor was a railing that was as long as the wall. The inside of the house also needed a coat of paint and the off- white that seemed to cover the whole house was a bit worn, with dirt that collected throughout the years. I could see black hand prints in some areas. Finally breaking the silence, she introduced herself to me.

My name is Millie, what’s yours? She said in a cheerful tone. Melody, I replied. She complimented me on my long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes, reaching up and stroking my hair, while telling me how silky it was. Chills ran through my body, and could feel the coldness that surrounded her. So where shall we start? I asked, taking her mind off of me. I was surprised to see her take me upstairs as she turned in silence and walked towards the staircase. She began to walk up slowly as she held tightly to the side rail and lifted her legs slowly placing her foot on each step with caution. I followed behind her with patience, taking each step slowly as she dragged her way to the second floor. There was a very pungent, sweet smell that hit my face, only to be described as if someone were covering up a bad smell with perfume, but this was worse because it was like old toilet water. The kind of perfume they used in the old days. The first room that sat in front of the stairs seemed to be much brighter than the other rooms. It was full of piles of papers and a window that seemed to have the sun shining in. I thought it was odd, because it had been raining all morning and it was only six AM. Is that the sun shining in? I asked. It’s nearly time for supper, Millie said with a crackle in her voice. Supper! I replied with a sarcastic chuckle. I was in fear that Mrs. Millie was a bit confused and wondered how she had gotten there to the house and if anyone was watching over her, because it was time for breakfast. As we made a left turn we passed a bathroom, making our way towards two bedrooms that sat catty corner from one another. I noticed a very cold chill in the air as if stepping into an air conditioned room, as I made my way to the room directly in front of me, the floor boards squeaked as we stepped on them. Although there were no beds in the room, the floor was covered with old cans and what looked to be old wrappers of all sorts of things. A rocking chair sat in the middle of the room. Because of all the mess that covered the floor, we could only stand outside the room. Here, take this, she said, handing me a plastic garbage bag. She tore it off of a medium roll she had carried in her hands unexpectedly and I wondered how and where she had gotten them in the first place. Ah, what’s this? I asked. It’s a garbage bag, silly, she cheerfully said. I see that, but what do you expect me to do with it? I asked. Just then I looked into her eyes and could see a chilling ice blue color. The kind of color that looks right through you, giving me a very eerie feeling. Start on this end and work your way through the room, she said with no hesitation. I will give you more bags, as you need them. she explained. Mrs. Millie, I’m not here to clean, I’m here to sell your home, I replied with a slight laugh. No matter, she said, as if no care in the world. Your services will make my children happy, a clean home is a happy home, she said. No, I think you don’t understand, I’m not going to be cleaning this, here take this back, I demanded with an irritating tone, while handing her back her black garbage bag. Can you now show me the rest of the house, so I can be on my way and get to work? I asked. Certainly, honey, the sooner the better because the children will be home soon, she said, with a matter of fact tone to her voice.

She then proceeded to take me downstairs and I thought finally we were getting somewhere. Once downstairs we went to another room that was located to the left, next to the front door as you walk into the living room. As we entered the room it had a small hallway that took you directly to the bedroom, giving the room much privacy. The surroundings didn’t smell like the others and was like Hai Karate men’s cologne. I remember that smell because my uncle wore that when I was younger in the seventies. It’s a blend of lavender, rose, basil, patchouli, geranium, and bergamot. A bed sat in the middle of the room, and a brown comforter lay in a ball on top of the black sheets. The gray pillows had a thick layer of dust on them and I thought how odd that was and wondered if he ever slept in his bed. Dark brown curtains cover the two large windows, one directly in front of me with an old antique console TV underneath, and one on the right side of the wall. A mirror sat on the left side of the wall with a black dresser under it. The room was not very big and had just enough room to walk around the bed.

I felt as if I had entered a time warp and back flashes of my dreams came back to me, as if I was having deyjavu. My dreams seemed to tell me things that were going to happen, but I usually couldn’t figure them out until the situation was staring me right in the face. I could hear a radio playing music very low throughout the room and I hummed to myself. My favorite Grateful Dead, I commented. Yes, my youngest likes to keep the radio on all the time, so that he can walk into the room with music playing, She replied. The room had the atmosphere of a teen-ager occupying it and school papers, along with clothes covered the floor. Mrs. Millie, I’m confused because my boss said no one was occupying the house, I said nervously about the whole situation. So, you can see you have your work cut out for you honey, and if you need any more bags, just let me know, She said with a sigh, ignoring my comment. I will be preparing supper for the children, she said, with a confused tone to her. I thought what was the use saying anything and when I talk to my boss; find out if she needs to get some help. As she left me behind, I could hear sounds of pots and pans clinging together as if she was cooking up a storm. Oh my, how in the world does she even cook, being so confused? I thought to myself. I walked around the room, picking up a sheet of paper with writing on it and blew the dust off. The date was nineteen seventy three and I could see that it was the same year that was on all the papers in the room, as I frantically picked up some more papers. I felt a panic run over me, wondering if this was just a case of psychological denial. I quickly stepped, scuffing across the room through the papers on the floor and went to the closet that sat to the far right. There were clothes that looked to be from those times, silk shirts with psychedelic designs and different color polyester pants with bell bottoms. There were even large platform heeled shoes, the kind that men wore from those days. There was a thin coat of dust that covered the clothes and had a mild mildew smell to them. About that time, I realized the sounds in the kitchen had stopped and wondered if Mrs. Millie was okay.

Because I was so worried about her and the state of mind she was in, I forgot about the room and quickly made my way to the kitchen to see if she was alright. When I entered the empty kitchen I did not see her anywhere and found that the kitchen door was closed and locked. The chill that ran through the house seemed to be gone and the energy changed to more of stillness. I called her name as I made my way to the foot of the stairs, while looking up towards her room. I noticed it had become dark and dusky. It was the total opposite of how it looked and felt earlier.

Just then the doorbell rang. Oh, there we go, she must have locked herself out of the house, I thought to myself. I then made my way to the door and was surprised when I opened it and found a young man in his teens. He had shoulder length, straight blond silky hair, and bright blue eyes. He wore tight blue jeans, white sneakers, and a blue flannel shirt with the sleeve rolled up to his elbows. Also with him were two other adults, one was a woman and the other a man and seemed to be in their twenties. The woman was very beautiful with dark blue eyes, and blond silky straight hair that went down to her waist. She was wearing a white floral, short satin, red halter neck scarf top, with a pair of faded bell bottom, hip hugger blue jeans, and a pair of leather one toe sandals. The young man stood six feet tall with dark green