Haunted House Riddles with Answers

I hang in the foyer with eyes that follow. Compliment me and I’ll wink back. What am I?

Tap me three times and I’ll open a stair that never existed before. What am I?

I tick in the parlor but haven’t moved in years. When the moon rises, I chime thirteen. What am I?

I’m the chandelier that drops hints instead of crystals. Read my shadows to find the next room. What am I?

I’m the hallway chair that rocks itself, humming lullabies no one remembers. What am I?

I’m the piano that plays a midnight tune when no hands are near. What am I?

I’m the bookshelf that rearranges titles into messages. Spell my sentence to move forward. What am I?

I’m the attic trunk that rattles with chains until you ask politely. What am I?

I’m the window that fogs from the inside, drawing crossroads to warn travelers. What am I?

I’m the dining room candle that refuses to stay lit unless everyone shares a secret. What am I?

I’m the kitchen kettle whistling old sea shanties. Follow my tune to the hidden pantry. What am I?

I’m the cellar door that locks behind you and unlocks when you laugh. What am I?

I’m the portrait gallery whispering names. Say the wrong one and the floor squeaks shut. What am I?

I’m the garden gate that swings open at midnight, leading to graves of forgotten guests. What am I?

I’m the final room where the host awaits, transparent and smiling. Solve me to leave with your soul intact. What am I?