I am wrapped, but I am not a gift. I am kept neatly in a chamber, and archeologists find me as a great treasure. What am I?

You can find me from head to toe, I am a liquid, I make some people faint and I am in every living being you know. 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?

I am home to one, enemy to another I am silky smooth, but I am never desired. What am I?

I have no feet to dance, I have no eyes to see, I have no life to live or die, but yet I do all three. What am I?

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?

The person who built it sold it. The person who bought it never used it. The person who used it never saw it. What is it?

I always leave a trace, so you can see where I’ve been. I have some extra legs, and I make people scream. What am I?

In this place people lie and people cry. Here the people all ask why. In this place, the people sleep and the people weep, people’s solitude they keep. What is this place?

With pointed fangs I sit and wait Over bloodless victims, I proclaim my might I can eternally join with a single bite. What am I?

If you see one flying around, you’d better be careful at night, as some turn into vampires and will give your neck a big bite. What are they?

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?

You can easily get me any time of year, but you have to specifically ask for me on Halloween—otherwise, you’ll end up empty handed. What am I?