Classic Riddles

A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. What am I?

A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky. What am I? Read More »

I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music. What am I?

I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music. What am I? Read More »

As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel’s dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. What am I?

As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel’s dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel’s dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

As beautiful as the setting sun, as delicate as the morning dew. An angel’s dusting from the stars. That can turn the Earth into a frosted moon. What am I? Read More »

I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes. What am I?

I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes. What am I?

Can you solve this riddle? I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes. What am I? Click to find out the answer!

I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes. What am I? Read More »

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