Some people wear me on Halloween. I go on your head, and I cover your face. When go on your face I turn you into someone new. What am I?

Some people believe in me and others don’t. At night I roam around and sometimes I float. If you hear a troubled noise coming from the ground, go run and hide from my creepy sound. What am I?

This place has hardly any lights but a lot of creaking floors. There are all kinds of strange noises and some random slamming doors. What is it?

I am wrapped but I am not a gift. What am I?

A sign of bad luck with eyes of green and a tail to flick, I ride alongside my owner as she flies on her broomstick. What am I?

I lived a long time ago. I loves trees and I gave people seeds. They grew apple trees. Who am I?

I am a big, orange fruit. I can be carved for Halloween night. What am I?

I wander around although I am dead, I like to eat the brains in your head. What am I?

I am small and brown. I have a cap. I will grow into an oak tree. What am I?

Often used by witches to cast their spell, a slimy creature am I, and ugly as well. What am I?

I am a season. I have two names. I am cold but I am not winter. What am I?

No ghost or undead will you find in me. In a haunted house I’m the safest place to be. Where am I?

A broomstick I ride as I travel so fast, a black hat I wear as my spells I do cast. What am I?