With pointed fangs I sit and wait. With piercing force, I dole out fate. Over bloodless victims, I proclaim my might I can eternally join with a single bite. What am I?
Dracula / Vampire
I have a name but it isn’t mine You don’t think about me while in your prime People cry when I’m in their sight Others lie with me all day and night. What am I?
A tombstone / Gravestone
I protect, I stand tall my purpose is to strike fear in all. What am I?
A scarecrow
I don’t have lungs, but I need air. I dance, I live, I drink, I die. I’m always hungry, ready to eat. I rarely thirst, I can barely drink. Shoot me, stab me I don’t mind. Suffocate or drown me, I’ll be no more.
A fire
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet. All day I will follow no matter how fast you run, yet I nearly perish (die) in the midday sun.
A shadow
From the head down to toes, through every living being I flow. Some people might faint when they see me though! What am I?
Blood
I am a room in your house where you watch TV and have fun, but I’m the one room in which ghosts, ghouls, and vampires will never, ever come. What am I?
The living room
Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat? Just a spot. These are all what witches brew inside this big black pot. What is it?
A cauldron
