I guard your treasures, yet have no eyes, I click and I turn where your secret lies. A twist of numbers, a key to my heart, open me wrong, and I won’t part.

You can carry me to help you see when it’s dark. Most are electric these days, but I used to be open flame Add a common first name in front of me and you ALMOST have a fun Halloween decoration.

I have no voice, yet I’m full of names. I never move, yet traffic flows on me. I can be long or short, rich or poor, Homes face me, footsteps mark me, and cities are built upon me. What am I?

In the bathroom, I'm a helpful tool, with a funny name that rhymes with bunger. What am I

I make the guard stand in his place, Spur the courier to run his race, The backbone of your backyard’s border, I denote what’s later in the order.