Haunted Mansion Riddles for Brave Guests

I swing on hinges without a breeze. Knock three times to find my keys. What am I?

I stare from the wall with eyes that glow. Follow my gaze to secrets below. What am I?

I tick without hands in silence deep. Hear me chime while the housefolk sleep. What am I?

I line the hall with whispers hushed. Pull the loose one and the wall is crushed. What am I?

I float in the ballroom with lace and lace. Invite me to waltz in empty space. What am I?

I light the path with flicker and flare. Beware my smoke — spirits gather there. What am I?

I rattle the pipes in midnight rain. Trace my drip to the hidden chain. What am I?

I swirl on the stairs with shadows tall. Step through my veil to the cellar’s call. What am I?

I echo your footsteps two beats behind. Reach for my hand if you’re so inclined. What am I?

I guard the attic with dust and dread. Whisper my password and rest your head. What am I?

I ring in the parlor when no one’s near. Answer me quick or invite more fear. What am I?

I scribble in chalk on mirrors tall. Wipe me away and I’ll still scrawl. What am I?

I’m the window that fogs from the inside out. Draw me a smile and hear a shout. What am I?

I tug at chair legs beneath the feast. Pull me too hard and stir the beast. What am I?

I’m the final clue before daylight breaks. Solve me to leave before the house awakes. What am I?