Haunted Hotel Riddles for Midnight Guests

I’m the bell that rings when no guests arrive. Tap me twice to see ghosts thrive. What am I?

I’m the elevator that skips unlucky floors. Step inside and hear hidden roars. What am I?

I’m the ledger that writes names alone. Flip my pages, the ink has grown. What am I?

I’m the hallway portrait with shifting grin. Follow my gaze and you’re drawn in. What am I?

I’m the luggage cart rolling without a hand. Chase my wheels to a spectral band. What am I?

I’m the chandelier flickering with sighs. Count my crystals to glean alibis. What am I?

I’m the cracked key dangling by twine. Unlock my door for a chilling sign. What am I?

I’m the door that locks at stroke of one. Only a riddle can set you undone. What am I?

I’m the room service tray with silver dome. Lift me gently for whispers of home. What am I?

I’m the balcony breeze that hums a tune. Step through my curtains to meet the moon. What am I?

I’m the housekeeping cart that glides on air. Follow my dust trail if you dare. What am I?

I’m the pool that glows jade green. Dive beneath to reveal the unseen. What am I?

I’m the continental breakfast with phantom jam. Spread me on toast for a ghostly gram. What am I?

I’m the checkout receipt written in rhyme. Solve my lines to escape in time. What am I?

I’m the final riddle hidden in night. Say me aloud to greet daylight. What am I?