(45+) Witch Riddle That Gets Everyone

I cast no shadows, I know no light, but still I can cause quite a fright. What am I?

I'm a woman with broom in flight, cackle loud in the dead of night. Who am I?

My hat is pointy, my cauldron stew, if you see me, what should you do?

Mixing potions, casting spells, under a moon where darkness dwells. What might I be?

My nose is crooked, my laugh is eerie, I brew up trouble, very clearly. What creature am I?

Long black robe, a hat of black, in the forest I leave my track. What am I?

Wand in hand, with magic might, under the full moon's glowing light. Who can I be?

Flying high on my broomstick, in the night where shadows flick. Who could I possibly be?

Green skin, warts on nose, in the darkness my power grows. What am I?

I brew a potion, cast a spell, in my wicked ways, I do dwell. Who can I be?

I can cast a spell, but not with a wand. What am I?

I fly on a broom with a cackle so loud, who am I in a dark, eerie cloud?

By cauldron's steam, my magic brews, under the moon where darkness stews. Who am I?

A pointy hat on my head, casting spells until I'm fed. What am I?

With a black cat by my side, and a sneaky grin I can't hide. Who am I?

In a haunted house where shadows lurk, I ride out at night on my broom's murk. Who am I?

My potions brew in the dead of night, under the spell of the moon's dark light. Who am I?

I rhyme my curses with a wicked glee, spreading fear with my sorcery. What am I?

With a broomstick and a sinister laugh, I soar through the skies on a moonlit path. Who am I?

In a cabin deep in the woods, where spells are whispered and potions brewed. Who resides in this hidden domain?

I can cast a spell without a book, in my cauldron, I cook. Who am I?

With a broomstick, I ride the night sky. Who am I?

In a pointy hat, I stir and brew. What supernatural being are you talking to?

At midnight, I gather with my coven. What spooky title have you given?

With a familiar by my side, I chant and hex. What is the name of this mystique character?

From the pages of folklore, I rise. Who is the mystical figure that defies?

With a magic wand, I wield my power. What sorceress lurks in the darkest hour?

In a hut deep in the woods, I dwell. What magical entity casts a spell?

On a broom, I soar through the night. What supernatural being causes a fright?

By the light of the moon, I brew my potion. What mystical figure stirs up commotion?

I'm feared by many, a spellcaster with craft. Always on a broomstick, who am I?

A face I have, but no eyes to see. Hands that don't work, yet my spells bring glee. What am I?

I can cast spells, ride a broom, and wear a pointed hat. Who am I?

I'm often feared, mixing potions is my skill. People think I'm evil, but I have more power still. What am I?

In a spooky house, you'll find my lair. If you see a cauldron, I might be there. What am I?

Halloween's favorite creature, my cackle fills the night. I'm not a fairy or a ghost, but a magical sight. Who am I?

With a black cat by my side, I brew up magic in the night. What spooky figure am I?

Warts on my nose, and a wicked grin. Come trick-or-treating, but beware of my sin. Who could I be?

A broomstick for a ride, a crystal ball for sight. Who's the enchantress that gives you a fright?

Behind a veil of mystery, I work on spells unseen. On a moonlit night, who am I, the queen?

I cast no shadow, hold no flame, yet with a broom, I soar and claim. What am I?

I fly on a broomstick in the dead of the night, some may fear my mysterious sight. Who am I?

I am mysterious and cast spells, Some may fear me, some think I dwell. What am I?

I wear a pointy hat and ride a broom, At night I fly across the moon. What am I?

I brew potions in a cauldron deep, Many secrets in my care I keep. What am I?