Challenging Riddles

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David's father has three sons: Snap, Crackle, and ___?

14

A man dies of old age on his 25th birthday. How is this possible?

13

What English word is always spelled incorrectly?

9

I can be cracked, I can be made, I can be told, I can be played. What am I?

12

A man is looking at a photograph. Someone asks him, 'Whose picture are you looking at?' He replies, 'I have no brothers or sisters, but this man's father is my father's son.' Who is in the photograph?

8

I follow you all day long, but when the night comes I am gone. What am I?

12

I have an end but no beginning, a home but no family, a space without room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make. What am I?

3

The day is my night and the night is my day, when I shout and they shout back I run away. What am I?

18

"Welcome to my mansion." The door slams behind as you enter a large meeting hall. You turn back and pull at the handles, but your host replies, "These are one-way doors." He takes you by the hand and proceeds to show you down the chamber and into a larger room. Everything is covered in white and scarlet drapes. You hear eerie music playing from a pipe organ. Your host asks, "Do you like it?" Hoping to escape, you say, "I-- I think I just need a little fresh air." Your host agrees, and leads you out a backdoor. As soon as he let's you go, you run as fast and far away into the woods as you can. Branches and wind whip at your face. It feels like forever, but when you finally find a clearing, you realize you've returned to the mansion. "That did not take you long. Come, welcome back." You feel a force push you back inside, maybe ghosts or armored knights. You again find yourself in the large meeting hall, but it looks a little different. As your host walks you down the chamber and into another room, he notices your confusion and smiles, explaining, "These are not the same halls. Earlier you came in from the right wing of my mansion. This is the left wing." After you hear the last note played from the organ's leturgical piece, your host leads you out a front door. "You may truly leave this time; the tour has ended. But you'll be back," He laughs. "In fact, you have already been here on numerous occasions. You have just forgotten." What is this place!?

3

"My favorite treasure", said the king unbidden; Many I have, each of them hidden--; One with a chest, without a key; One with a wall, small though it be; One in a garden with what grows on vines; One in the forest with trees that are pine; Others types there are, but these clues are enough. Can you tell me the treasure, or is it too tough?

4

When I have one O, you need me to live. If you have me with two Os, I’ll kill you. What am I?

15

Trickle, trickle... You wake up in an hourglass, sand falling on your head. Outside there is desert, devoid of everything human except for one small signpost. You can barely read the letter left by your nefarious captor: "DON'T WORRY. I TOLD YOUR FRIENDS. THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY." Trickle, trickle... You wait till the sand is ankle deep, and then, standing on the sand, you try reaching to clog the hole, but your ankle is chained with almost no extension from the bottom. The hole is still two feet above your stretched hands. Trickle, trickle... You look around for extensions, maybe a stick? But alas, you have nothing except your clothes: denim jeans and a white shirt. You empty your pockets, finding a wrapper with chewed gum and a pocket knife. Trickle, trickle... The hourglass will not break from the inside. You have tried using your knife but have only dulled the blade. Trickle, trickle... You have less than an hour. By then, the sand will rise, completely suffocating you. Hurry now, the sand is already up to your shins.

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I'm the end that brings the end, I'm the one that hides. Shackles gird me waist to toe, Sealed in tower I. Ever tasked to make amends, Slowly here I die. My stricken foe you'll never know, His death is met with sigh.

9

What you're looking for ... I'll hide it from you. However if you ask, I'll lead you right through. You're tempted to cross me, an act I won't prevent... If chosen too soon, may come with regret. If I'm not there you're mad, you ask for me to be. This time for a change, I'll be right behind me. What am I?

10

Beautiful lights, A land of much darkness. A city a-way, It might fit the Starks best. She shows her age, Her port has no flavor. In let the cook, Five species to savor.