Djinn: What's in Your Box?

Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1

The funeral for Aunt Mildred was over. Dale Edinger pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the front door of the house that had suddenly become his. The attorney had informed him that Mildred had left him—the house, its contents and the nice sum of six hundred thousand dollars. What more could a Marine lieutenant on terminal leave ask for?

As Dale went inside, he flipped on the foyer light. The first glance told him that the house was even more of a stuffed and cluttered mess than the last time he’d been there more than a year ago. A serious amount of cleaning was in his future, but not tonight. Tonight he just needed some sleep. He walked upstairs toward the bedrooms and instinctively headed for the one he’d slept in as a child when he’d visited his aunt.

In that bedroom, Dale sat his duffle bag on the bed. The bed itself was a beautifully carved, dark wood, four poster. He could live with that. The wedding ring quilt on the bed wasn’t too bad either, done in shades of green and gold, but the doily decorated pillows with the ruffles had to go, or at least the pillowcases and the foo-foo crocheted bits on them. Erg, maybe he should check out the master bedroom, before he committed to using this bedroom.

He walked down the hallway and opened the door to the bedroom that had been his aunt’s. A frothy turquoise blue quilt edged in lace adorned that bed and there were heaps upon heaps of books and knick-knacks overflowing every surface and onto the floor. He shut the door. There was no way he was going to tackle that tonight.

Going back down the hallway to the other bedroom, he went in again. It wasn’t like this room was uncluttered, but some of the stuff was in boxes and most of the rest was neatly piled along the walls. There was enough space to walk around the bed. Dale stripped the doilies and fluffy ruffled pillowcases off and laid them on top of a stack of afghans. Dang, there had to be at least ten of those. He remembered Aunt Mildred giving afghans away as gifts when he was young but it would appear that hadn’t happened in recent years. He was in luck that underneath the ruffled bits there were just some plain cream colored pillowcases covering the pillows themselves.

He dumped his duffle bag off on the floor and crawled into bed. It was a comfortable mattress, if a little on the dusty side, and he fell asleep.

But sleep never lasted more than a couple of hours at a time these days.