We go to each door and ask for a treat. We dress up in whatever we want to be for the night. What are we?

I look like a person but I do not have any blood. Birds hate me! What 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?

My owner sits upon me as she flies, and casts her spells as she cackles and cries. What am I?

People reach up high to pick me. I have thousands of different kinds of me. 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?

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?

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?

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?

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

I’m tall when I am young I am short when I am old and every Halloween I stand up inside Jack O’Lanterns. What am I?

My web I weave to trap my prey, will it be you that I catch one day? What am I?