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By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
What do you fill with empty hands?
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.