And when the horror-film scenes begin to intrude on normal life (what is hanging from the cellar ceiling, anyway?)
ænd wɛn ðə hˈɔɹɚfˈɪlm sˈiːnz bɪɡˈɪn tʊ ɪntɹˈuːd ˌɔn nˈoːɹməl lˈaɪf wʌt ɪz hˈæŋɪŋ fɹʌmðə sˈɛlɚ sˈiːlɪŋ, ˈɛnɪwˌeɪ?