I rattle in the night and rest in a box, I’m made of bones and wear no socks. What am I?
skeleton
15
I ride through the sky with a broom in my hand, I wear a black robe and make spooky demands. Who am I?
witch
15
I roar and I fly, I breathe fire with might, I guard my treasure and give knights a fright. What am I?
dragon
15
I creep through the graveyard, quiet as air, My clothes are torn, and I give you a scare. Who am I?
ghost
15
I’m round and orange with a scary grin, You carve my face and put a candle within. What am I?
jack-o'-lantern
15
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?
grave
15
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.
spirit
20
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.
spider
15
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.
werewolf
15
I rise from sleep when the sun goes down, I wear a cape and never frown. I fear the light and garlic’s sting— I vanish fast with silent wings.
vampire
20
I’m stitched together, limb by limb, My walk is slow, my voice is grim. I was created in a lab so bare— Now I wander with a vacant stare.
Frankenstein
25
I’m a scarecrow’s friend, a harvest guest, I ride the wind and never rest. I rustle leaves and chill the air— I whisper secrets everywhere.
Autumn Breeze
25
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.
mummy
15
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.
grim reaper
25
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
black cat
15
I’m a room that’s dark and full of fear, With creaky doors and whispers near. You enter brave, but leave unsure— What am I, behind that door?