Riddles

Some people believe in me and others don’t at night I roam around and sometimes I float. If you hear a troubled noise coming from the ground go run and hide from my creepy sound. What am I?

Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name, I promise you’ll know, when you I do claim. Who am I?

Some women don’t like to be called that, yet every woman wants one. It cries and makes a lot of noise, but smiles and gurgles when you give it toys.

Someone who is enthusiastic about tending the garden is said to have this appendage.

Something we eat, and misspell as meet.

Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?

Something you carry while singing.

Something you do with guests at a fancy party hoping to get a leg­-up in your career.

Sometimes black, sometimes white, I have veins but no blood

Sometimes dark and sometimes bright, I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call, yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray, but I’m majestic anyway. What am I?

Sometimes I am light, sometimes I am dark. Most people like me. What am I?

Sometimes I am light, sometimes I am dark. What am I?

Sometimes I am liked, sometimes I am hated. Usually I am old, usually I am dated. What am I?

Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone. What am I?