What do you call a skeleton that makes you laugh and giggle when you’re sad? I am also a bone on your arm.

A broomstick I ride as I travel so fast, a black hat I wear as my spells I do cast. 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?

My owner sits upon me as she flies, and casts her spells as she cackles and cries. What am I?

We go to each door and ask for a treat. We dress up in whatever we want to be for the night. What are we?

I’m tall when I am young I am short when I am old and every Halloween I stand up inside Jack O’Lanterns. What am I?

I am a season. I have two names. I am cold but I am not winter. 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 bite. What am I?

People reach up high to pick me. I have thousands of different kinds of me. What am I?

I am small and brown. I have a cap. I will grow into an oak tree. What am I?

I am wrapped but I am not a gift. What am I?

I am a big, orange fruit. I can be carved for Halloween night. What am I?