I follow you in sun's bright gleam, grow long at dusk, vanish in dream. No weight or voice, yet always seen, light chases me to nowhere's stream. What am I?

If you throw it in Japan, you're casting out demons. If you throw it in a bag in America, you're playing to win. If you flick it though, you'd be inappropriate.

Why don’t two skeletons fight eachother?

I have a pile, but I am not a mountain. I am walked on daily, yet I never complain. I can travel up and down the stairs without moving a muscle.

When water turns solid and dusts the ground I show you where there were people around