40 Ghost Riddles With Answers

Hey there, riddle enthusiasts and all things spooky!

It’s that time of year again – the leaves are changing, the air is getting crisp, and whispers of ghosts and ghouls fill the night.

Whether you’re a seasoned paranormal investigator or just a scaredy-cat looking for a giggle, this post is for you.

We have conjured up 40 ghost riddles that are sure to test your wits and maybe even send a shiver down your spine (or tickle your funny bone, depending on your fear tolerance).

So grab your pumpkin spice latte, dim the lights, and get ready for a hauntingly good time!

Riddles about Ghosts

What am I if I’m not alive but seem to wander, I howl in the halls and make you ponder?
I float through walls with an eerie glow, but when you reach out, there’s nothing to show.
At midnight’s stroke, I start to roam, in ancient halls, I make my home. Who am I that haunts the night, seen but gone at morning light?
With a chilling whisper, I call your name, in an empty room, but who’s to blame?
They say I’m a soul that’s lost its way, seen in the dark, but hidden by day.
I haunt old houses, yet I harm no one, in the dead of night, my tales are spun.
I drift in the air, but I’m not a breeze, in the corner of your eye, I’m seen with ease.
Without a heart or beating chest, I roam the earth, in search of rest.
Cloaked in white, I silently glide, leaving trails of fear, where I reside.
Through creaking floors, I make my way, unseen by most, by night and day.
In tales of old, I’m often found, bringing chills with every sound.
I whisper secrets of the past, in ancient rooms, my voice is cast.
A ghostly figure in the mist, a fleeting shadow you can’t resist.
I linger in halls with a silent dread, unseen by most, where have I tread?
In mirrors, you glimpse my fleeting trace, but turn around, no face to face.
I rustle the leaves on a windless night, causing hearts to flutter with fright.
You hear my steps on the old wood floor, but open the door, and I am no more.
In photos, I appear as a misty haze, a remnant of long-gone days.
I cause a chill when I’m near, but when you look, I disappear.
I whisper words in the dead of night, but vanish at the first sign of light.
You feel my presence in an empty room, a scent of flowers like a forgotten perfume.
In the attic, I roam alone, surrounded by things once known.
My touch is cold, like a winter’s breeze, felt but unseen, as I please.
I’m heard in the echo of an old song, in places where I don’t belong.
I dance in the candle’s flickering flame, my existence, just a nameless name.
In dreams, I whisper ancient tales, in sleep, you hear my ghostly wails.
In the stroke of midnight’s chime, I appear, where time stands still, am I near or far?
Under the full moon’s pale light, I cast no shadow, nor reflect in sight.
I whisper secrets in a house so old, through these halls, my tales are boldly told.
In the library, I rustle pages of books unread, but seek me there, and you’ll find air instead.
By the lakeside, I wander alone, leaving no footprints, in the moonlight shown.
My laughter echoes in empty halls, a sound so eerie it crawls and falls.
Where history sleeps, I am awake, in ancient castles, my residence I take.
Through frosted windows, I watch and stare, but when you look back, there’s nothing there.
In portraits old, I hide my face, haunting memories of a forgotten grace.
In the garden’s mist, I roam at dawn, but as the sun rises, I am gone.
I hover over where the dead rest, a silent guardian, an unseen guest.
My footsteps heard on an empty stair, a presence felt, but nothing’s there.
In the flicker of an old film reel, my silhouette is all that’s real to feel.
I linger where tragedy once struck, in the air, a feeling of unlucky luck.