text_original: And so I walked in, although it seemed as if my shirt was made of needle points and my hair stood on end. The crackings of the old floor were to me like the shots in Charlestown Bay. Our hearts beating wildly, we made our way into a farther room. It was like walking into the beyond. "Is there a window here?" I asked Nick, my voice sounding like a shout. "Yes, ahead of us."
text_transcription: AND SO I WALKED IN ALTHOUGH IT SEEMED AS IF MY SHIRT WAS MADE OF NEEDLE POINTS AND MY HAIR STOOD ON END THE CRACKINGS OF THE OLD FLOOR WERE TO ME LIKE THE SHOTS IN CHARLESTOWN BAY OUR HEARTS BEATING WILDLY WE MADE OUR WAY INTO A FARTHER ROOM IT WAS LIKE WALKING INTO THE BEYOND IS THERE WINDOW HERE I ASKED NICK MY VOICE SOUNDING LIKE A SHOUT YES AHEAD OF US
phonemes: ænd sˌoʊ aɪ wˈɔːkt ˈɪn, ɔːlðˈoʊ ɪt sˈiːmd æz ɪf maɪ ʃˈɜːt wʌz mˌeɪd ʌv nˈiːdəl pˈɔɪnts ænd maɪ hˈɛɹ stˈʊd ˌɔn ˈɛnd. ðə kɹˈækɪŋz ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld flˈɔːɹ wɜː tə mˌiː lˈaɪk ðə ʃˈɑːts ɪn tʃˈɑːɹlztaʊn bˈeɪ. ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts bˈiːɾɪŋ wˈaɪldli, wiː mˌeɪd ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ ˌɪntʊ ɐ fˈɑːɹðɚ ɹˈuːm. ɪt wʌz lˈaɪk wˈɔːkɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə bᵻjˈɔnd. "ɪz ðɛɹ ɐ wˈɪndoʊ hˈɪɹ?" aɪ ˈæskt nˈɪk, maɪ vˈɔɪs sˈaʊndɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ ʃˈaʊt. "jˈɛs, ɐhˈɛd ʌv ˌʌs."