Halloween Movers

I am sticky. A spider spins me. I am delicate.

I am a place. I have creaking doors. I might have ghosts.

You get me when you shout “Trick or treat!” I’m small, colorful, and oh-so-sweet. What am I?

I am scary. I float in the air. I yell, “Boo!”

I am an animal. I fly only at night. I am black.

I walk very slow, my arms out straight, I’m covered in bandages — it’s my fate!

I am something you wear. I am a disguise. You wear me during Trick or Treating.

I am a fruit. I am orange. You can carve me.

I am an animal. I have eight legs. I spin webs.

It’s the last night of October, oh what a fright! Ghosts and monsters come out at night.

I have no skin, I have no hair, Just bones from my toes to my chair! I dance and rattle in the night

I’m black and round and full of stew, Witches mix their spells in me too! I bubble and boil when it’s dark and

It’s not a horse, but it can fly, Witches ride it through the sky. It’s long and made of wood so quick,

I come out at night, I sleep in the day, I don’t like garlic, keep it away! What am I?

I wear a big hat and cast a spell, I make potions that bubble and smell. I’m not a witch, but I’m her friend —

I am a person. I wear a pointy hat. I ride on a broom.