"You said you read about this mansion before, right?" asked Kyle as the trio searched the house for any non-moldy pieces of cloth they could use as makeshift bedding.
"A bit, yeah," Trevor lied. "Apparently it was built by this Scottish noble named Garrow or something who moved to America and decided to live in the middle of nowhere for some reason. His family lived here for some generations, but eventually his last descendant died without any children and nobody else wanted to live here in the woods, so the mansion has been abandoned since then."
"Makes sense," said Ike as he pulled out a sheet from a chest and scrutinized it for any signs of mold. "Even our phones aren't getting any reception here. This really is the middle of nowhere."
"I think the last descendant lived here with two other guys," said Trevor. "The article I read said that nobody knew if they were his servants or friends or lovers. I guess living out here makes it easy to keep your privacy."
"Wow," said Kyle without much interest. "Looks like the house has a new set of three guys for tonight, huh?"
*
By the time they came back to the room serving as their home base with the spoils of their search, Ike and Kyle were so tired they almost immediately fell asleep on a messy pile of moth-eaten linens. Trevor, on the other hand, made sure to stay awake a little longer. He had a curse to work on.
"While we're asleep," he whispered to himself, "we'll each be physically turned into one of the three last residents of the mansion... All of who were very sexy, by the way. The three of them were gay lovers, and Kyle and Ike will also turn gay under the effect of the curse, as well as inherit other elements of the residents' sexuality. They'll keep... let's say a few of their physical transformations, at random. Also the mansion will return to the state it was when it was at its best, and we won't be able to leave. There's a way to break the curse, but none of us know what it is."
The stone in Trevor's chest glowed as he drifted off to sleep.