After searching the entire haunted home that you are trapped in, you found three stoves! A coal stove, a wood stove, and a gas stove, but you’ve only found one match. Which one should you light first to survive the night?
The match.
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.
An owl.
What’s the problem with twin witches?
You never know which witch is which.
I have a body, arms, legs and a head, but I’m heartless and have no guts to do good things. What am I?
A skeleton.
Who makes it, has no need for it. Whoever buys it won’t use it. Who uses it, won’t care. What am I?
A casket.
What do the mummies, zombies, vampires, goblins and witches all have in common?
The letter “i”.
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?
A tombstone.
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.
Fire.
I protect, I stand tall my purpose is to strike fear in all. What am I?
A scarecrow.
From the head down to toes, through every living being I flow. Some people might faint when they see me though! What am I?
Blood.
Why are there fences around cemeteries?
Because people are dying to get in.
Look in my face, I am somebody. Look in my back, I am nobody. What am I?
A mirror.
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.
A shadow.
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?
A mummy.
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?
A candle.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?
Nothing.