Metaphor: The hallway was a throat, and we were walking toward its stomach., The old house was a hungry mouth swallowing our flashlight beam, nibbling the edges until only darkness remained., Simile: The hallway was as silent as a held breath., The nurse’s smile was thin like a paper cut., Personification: The portrait watched me cross the room, its varnish eyes refusing to blink., The old clock coughed up midnight and then refused to speak., Onomatopoeia: Creak—creak—the attic door pushed itself a finger wider., Thud. Thud. Thud. Each knock on the cellar hatch waited for me to answer., Alliteration: Cold, clammy curtains curled around the cracked window., Shadowy shapes slithered along the stairwell., Hyperbole: The silence was so heavy it felt like a building on my chest., A thousand goosebumps marched up my arms.,

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