ʃiː stɹˈʌɡəld tə fˈɑːloʊ ʌntˈɪl ðə hˈʊd fˈɛl bˈæk ˌoʊvɚ hɜː hˈɛɹ, ænd ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈiːvəl θˈɪŋz kˈeɪm ˌaʊɾəv ðə dˈɑːɹknəs, tɹˈæpɪŋ hɜːɹ ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ bˈɪɡ stˈoʊn wɪð ɐ wɪlˈoʊðəwˈaɪk tə sˈɪt ɔnðə kɹˈɔsʃˈeɪpt snˈæɡ ænd kˈiːp wˈɑːtʃ.
She struggled to follow until the hood fell back over her hair, and all the evil things came out of the darkness, trapping her under a big stone with a will-o'-the-wyke to sit on the cross-shaped snag and keep watch.