((Find Figurative language)) James locked up the store and started his walk home. Tonight, as he stepped onto the evil path, he was unusually struck with fear. The harsh, wild winds whistling through the trees sent shivers down his spine. While tonight was really no different than any other, the frightening thoughts continued to be stuck in the prison of his mind. He imagined the living dead crawling out from the ground and ghosts and goblins growling on the winding path. The night, as black as coal, was in stark contrast against the brilliance of his cell phone, a comforting torch that was lighting his way.