Megan was taken over by some sort of evilness. Her cute voice turned hard as she said Bad, bad, bad... over and over again, while shooting people with her red-light badness ray from her eyes. Things got worse and worse. Our house turned into a whorehouse. It was as if people were spreading a disease, almost like a zombie-type thing of hatred and general wrongness. People were hurting each other consciously. It hurt me. The whole thing had started when we couldnt find Ann, and knew there was something wrong with her. I had vehemently promised Megan we would do the best we could. Dad was there and he kinda trivialized it, saying something like, well, well do whatever... and I slapped him, hard enough to knock his glasses off and turn one of the lenses upside-down. I kinda apologized for the glasses as I handed them back to him, but I reiterated: We are going to do the best we can. At some point of personal torture I woke up with a pathetic moan, slipped back to sleep.... At the height of the chaotic bad time, I was in the (whore)house, in a well-lit room with several onlookers, frotting up against the sole of this tight-jeaned, acutely pretty black girl. She was utterly disdainful, even past the point of my normal fetish. I went for her crotch but she stopped me with her fingers, and started fucking my mouth with her fingers in pistol-position. I bucked and made noise and she said, Thank god, hes finally going to come... but as soon as she said that, i wasnt about to any more. A few scene shifts later I was down by a dark beach with Megan. She was finally getting free of the evilness. I asked her what we should do, what we had to do now to set things right. She said first, we have to [gather and disperse] all the sand from the dead people--the people who had died had all turned into sand--and as soon as they had died they had become good again, instantly. Also, we had to care for each other, take care of each other, and be good to each other--everyone had to do that from now on. [next day Ann tells me she had a dream the same night, where she and Millie couldnt find us, and Millie kept crying out, Meggie! Meggie! and they just kept throwing the sand and the little rocks that Millie likes to pick up, because that was how they would get through to us....]