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.
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.