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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