A horror movie shares its name with me. If you see a spider, you might do this before you flee. I can happen when you're scared or excited, Though if you're in public, attention on you will not be divided.

I flutter around with tiny wings, often wearing a white styled sheet, Looking for those who desire partners to meet. A weapon that pierces hearts from afar is held steady in my hand, Death will not find you though, no, a rosy feeling will at my command. Who am I?

The dish ran away with my mother. Leaving the prongs bent on the head of my father. I am a perfect mix of both my parents. I am reliable despite being 'confused' in appearance.

I'm one of four sisters, some may call me two faced. But in a game of lovers I'm half of what counts, what am I?

I have music, but no ears. I have a merry song, but no voice. I possess a herd of horses, but they never eat. They run all day, but never move their feet. I am always spinning, yet I stay in one place. I am a carnival classic. What am I?