I ride through the sky with a broom in my hand, I wear a black robe and make spooky demands. Who am I?

I creep through the graveyard, quiet as air, My clothes are torn, and I give you a scare. Who am I?

I roam the woods when the moon is bright, My howl echoes through the night. My fur is thick, my teeth are sharp— I prowl the dark with a growl and bark.

I’m a sound that echoes through the trees, I chill your spine and stir the breeze. I come from wolves when the moon is bright— What am I, in the dead of night?

I’m wrapped in cloth from head to toe, I shuffle slowly wherever I go. I guard my tomb with silent pride, And scare those who wander inside.

I’m a creature with claws and a chilling purr, I sneak through shadows with silent fur. I cross your path and bring you dread— Especially when my eyes glow red

I lurk in corners, silent and sly, I spin my trap and watch you pass by. My legs are many, my movements rare— Step too close, if you dare.

I shimmer in the dark and rise with dread, I’m neither alive nor truly dead. I drift through rooms without a care, Leaving behind a chilly air.

I’m buried deep and rarely seen, Guarding secrets where I’ve been. I’m cold and quiet, dressed in stone— What am I, left all alone?

I’m round and orange with a scary grin, You carve my face and put a candle within. What am I?

I’m a scarecrow’s cousin, tall and thin, I wear a cloak and a wicked grin. I guard the fields when night is near, And chase away what dares come near.

I’m a knock that comes when night is near, I ask for treats and bring good cheer. I wear a smile and sometimes roar— What am I, at your door?