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 play a midnight tune when no hands are near, with black and white keys. 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 glass that fogs from the inside, drawing crossroads to warn travelers. What am I?

I'm waxy, and I refuse to stay lit at the dining table unless everyone shares a secret. What am I?

I whistle old sea shanties from the stove. Follow my tune to the hidden pantry. What am I?

I swing shut behind you on the stairs down and unlock when you laugh. What am I?

I'm a hallway of faces whispering names. Say the wrong one and the floor squeaks shut. What am I?

I'm iron and creaky, swinging open at midnight to graves of forgotten guests. What am I?

I wait in the final room, transparent and smiling. Solve me to leave with your soul intact. What am I?

I'm the pantry jar labeled with names from the past. Open my lid and the chill arrives fast. What am I?

I rise with no rope in sight. Send up a note and I'll answer tonight. What am I?

I'm the coat rack that holds hats from guests long gone. Try on my cap and you'll hum their old song. What am I?

I'm the nursery mobile that spins without wind. Watch my shadows and secrets rescind. What am I?

I'm the mirror in the bathroom that shows yesterday's face. Wipe me with steam and I'll vanish without trace. What am I?

I'm the floorboard that squeaks only when lies are told. Step on my seam and the hallway turns cold. What am I?

I shift into maps on the wall. Trace my vines to avoid hidden traps. What am I?

I'm the fireplace ash that spells out a name. Stir me gently and summon a flame. What am I?

I'm the servant's bell that rings from empty halls. Answer my summons before darkness falls. What am I?

I'm the guest book signed by visitors from 1892. Read my ink and I'll point you through. What am I?

I'm the staircase runner that trips the unkind. Tread with respect and a passage you'll find. What am I?

I spin atop the roof toward the doomed. Follow my arrow and enter the roomed. What am I?

I'm the porch swing that moves for invisible guests. Sit beside silence and face your tests. What am I?

I'm the key under the mat that unlocks the yard. Turn me at sunrise and escape won't be hard. What am I?

What kind of room do ghosts avoid?