Once upon a midnight dark, a traveler sought a place,
A house known in whispers, at the city's silent pace.
Four bedrooms for dreaming, two baths to wash the day,
A formal dining hall, where secrets oft would sway.

The huge living room, with its shadows so profound,
Invited weary wanderers to rest, their tales unbound.
As the traveler approached, the door creaked open wide,
Revealing The Vampire's Den, where secrets dared to hide.

With each step, they ventured, into the hall's embrace,
A haunting feeling clung to them, a ghostly, chilling trace.
Paintings of the dining room, by candlelight aglow,
Told stories of nocturnal feasts, from a long time ago.

The traveler moved to the kitchen, modern, sleek, and sly,
And there, they found a feast of dreams, by moonlight in the sky.
Beyond the glass doors, the garden gleamed, a place of eerie calm,
Where shadows whispered secrets, beneath the moon's dark psalm.

In the bedrooms, obsidian charms, the night's essence did conspire,
As vampire-themed decor weaved tales of dark desire.
In the decadent bathrooms, secrets softly sighed,
Revealing their obscure beauty, where the midnight hour bide.

In the huge living room, shadows danced in the night,
A symphony of whispers, a curious, ghostly sight.
As the traveler settled in, beneath the moon's cold stare,
They knew they'd found a dwelling, where dreams became a dare.

In The Vampire's Den, where shadows deeply play,
A traveler's journey unfolds, as the night gave way.
To mysteries untold, in a house where darkness lay,
The tale of that traveler, in the night, they'll ever sway.