text_original: Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder to think of it. And there's a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the boughs. Oh, Marilla, I wouldn't go through the Haunted Wood after dark now for anything.
text_transcription: OH MARILLA IT GIVES ME A SHUDDER TO THINK OF IT AND THERE'S A HEADLESS MAN STALKS UP AND DOWN THE PATH AND SKELETONS GLOWER AT YOU BEHIND THE BOUGHS OH MARILLA I WOULDN'T GO THROUGH THE HAUNTED WOOD AFTER DARK NOW FOR ANYTHING
phonemes: ˈoʊ, mæɹˈɪlə, ɪt ɡˈɪvz mˌiː ɐ ʃˈʌdɚ tə θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt. ænd ðɛɹz ɐ hˈɛdləs mˈæn stˈɔːks ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ðə pˈæθ ænd skˈɛlᵻtənz ɡlˈaʊɚɹ æt juː bᵻtwˌiːn ðə bˈaʊz. ˈoʊ, mæɹˈɪlə, aɪ wˈʊdənt ɡˌoʊ θɹuː ðə hˈɔːntᵻd wˈʊd ˈæftɚ dˈɑːɹk nˈaʊ fɔːɹ ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ.