Eleven labs, your opinion and experience

The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it the riddle house, even though it had been many years since the riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the riddle house was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.

In Little Hangleton nannten sie es immer noch das Riddle House, obwohl die Familie Riddle schon seit vielen Jahren nicht mehr dort wohnte. Das Haus stand auf einem Hügel mit Blick über das Dorf, einige Fenster waren mit Brettern vernagelt, das Dach war löchrig und der Efeu rangte sich ungezügelt an den Mauern entlang. Das einst schöne Anwesen der Riddles, das mit Abstand großzügigste und beeindruckendste Haus im ganzen Umkreis, war nun feucht, heruntergekommen und menschenleer.

Жители деревни Литтл Хэнглтон по-прежнему называли его «Дом Ридлов», хотя прошло много лет с тех пор, как семья Ридлов жила здесь. Он стоял на холме, возвышаясь над деревней. Некоторые его окна были заколочены, с крыши осыпалась черепица, а плющ беспрепятственно распространялся по его фасаду. Некогда прекрасный особняк и бесспорно самое большое и величественное строение на много миль вокруг, теперь дом Ридлов был сырой, заброшенный и пустующий.

One day in class, a kid named Johnny comes in the classroom with a black eye. The teacher asks, oh my God, Johnny, where did you get that black eye? Well, miss, Johnny said, I have a very small house with only one bed. Every night my dad asks me, Johnny, are you sleeping? When I say no, dad, he would slap me across my face. Well, the teacher said, the next time he asks you if you're sleeping, say nothing and keep as quiet as possible. The next day, Johnny comes to school with two black E's. What happened now? The teacher asked. Well, Johnny answered, I did as you said, and laid dead still. Then my mom and dad started moving. My mom suddenly starts kicking her legs really hard, and she was making this scream moaning sound. My dad then asked, are you combing? Yes, I am, my mom answered. How about you? Yes, I am. Are you combing too? Yes, I am, my dad answers. Now they are not used to going anywhere without me, so I said, wait for me, I'm combing too.