A vampire’s biggest fear, But a chef’s favorite ingredient. What is it?

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?

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?

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?

I’m tall when I’m young, I’m short when I’m old, and every Halloween, I stand up inside jack-o’-lanterns. What am I?

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?

One day a year I am decorated in style and am the center of attention even when you make me into a pie. What am I?

I have a head and no body. My smile lights up the night. What am I?

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

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?

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?

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?