Answer:
So cold damp and dark I am. To stay you would refrain yet those who occupy me do never complain.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
I always follow you around, everywhere you go at night. I look very bright to people, but I can make the sun dark. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
What is easy to spot but hard to find?
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?