I’m tall when I’m young, I’m short when I’m old and dying. But I never fail to fight the darkness. What am I?

I don’t have lungs, but I need air. The more I eat, the more I grow. 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 gone.

I protect, I stand tall my purpose is to strike fear in all. What am I?

What’s the problem with twin witches?

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?

Why are there fences around cemeteries?

Look in my face, I am somebody. Look in my back, I am nobody. What am I?

Each morning I appear to lie at your feet. All day I will follow no matter how fast you run, yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.

From the head down to toes, through every living being I flow. Some people might faint when they see me though! What am I?

Who makes it, has no need for it. Whoever buys it won’t use it. Who uses it, won’t care. What am I?

Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?

Ancient knowledge few can know, in the night is where I roam. Vermin I grab in my holy flight. No one can hide from my sight.