"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Vicki had thrown her skirt on the floor and had begun dipping her petite fingers into dripping young slit, unconcerned that her sister was less than 10 feet away.
"Vicki! What's the matter with you!" Claire gasped, having seen more of her sister than she really ever cared to.
"She's coming! MMmmmmmm. Claire! The Queen is coming!" Vicki grunted through moans.
Claire barely stifled a snicker. "So you're the Queen now, are you? Maybe her royal highness should take her solitary vice up to her room so she doesn't make Lady Claire lose her crumpets?"
Claire heard footsteps behind her.
"Is there a prob... oh... my..." the old man looked on with a combination of surprise, horror and fascination.
"Oh my god! You can't just walk into someone's house like that!" Claire yelled at him. "Get out!"
She added. "And for God's sake, stop looking at my sister like that!"
She led Bal out into the hall.
"You kids today," he shook his head. "In my day, if I'd gotten caught doing that, it'd be 15 strikes with a stick across the offending hand."
An orgasmic squeal emanated from the living room behind them.
"I... await... your... coming... my QUEEEEEN!"
Claire turned bright red.
"What did she say?" He stopped just short of the door.
"It's really none of your business," Claire pushed him towards the door, but Bal resisted.
He brushed passed Claire and began closing the blinds in the house's numerous windows.
"That does it, I'm calling the cops!" Claire searched her pockets for her cell, but then remembered she'd given it to the old man. Her parents had cancelled their land line services a few months earlier.
"Lock the door, would you?" He asked.
Claire thought about running, but she didn't want to leave her sister with this old psycho, particularly with her acting so strangely.
The old man seemed to be talking to himself. "Okay. Now we know that the curse was first used on a cheerleader from that kid's school, so she's got to be the source of the other demons. But how's she spreading it? Are they using the curse directly on everyone?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The old man looked at her with intense eyes. "I think your sister might be in the early stages of some kind of demonic possession."