text_original: He rapped on it with his knuckles* As he did so, from within it there came a peculiar sound like a sullen murmur. "You hear? It is death calling to you from the box. It awaits its prey. It bids you come."
text_transcription: HE RAPPED ON IT WITH HIS KNUCKLES AS HE DID SO FROM WITHIN IT THERE CAME A PECULIAR SOUND LIKE A SULLEN MURMUR YOU HEAR IT IS DEATH CALLING YOU FROM THE BOX IT AWAITS ITS PREY IT BIDS YOU COME
phonemes: hiː ɹˈæpt ˌɔn ɪt wɪð hɪz nˈʌkəlz ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk æz hiː dˈɪd sˈoʊ, fɹʌm wɪðˌɪn ɪt ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ pɪkjˈuːlɪɹ sˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐ sˈʌlən mˈɜːmɚ. "juː hˈɪɹ? ɪɾ ɪz dˈɛθ kˈɔːlɪŋ tə juː fɹʌmðə bˈɑːks. ɪɾ ɐwˈeɪts ɪts pɹˈeɪ. ɪt bˈɪdz juː kˈʌm."