Ha'nt

Joe-Bob and Nelly swore up and down that the thing that pushed their pick-up into the ditch wasn't a big brown bear, but a spectral ha'nt, most likely Joe-Bob's deceased ex-wife.

“[…] Injun Joe’s ghost is round about there, certain.” “No it ain’t, Huck, no it ain’t. It would ha’nt the place where he died—away out at the mouth of the cave—five mile from here.”

Riley and one of the others were so much afraid of the ghost that “ha’nted” the old house, that they set out straightway for Greenbank, leaving their boats.

It flickered out as he looked. “Ghost lights,” Cal Strenk whispered, awed. “Nobody up there now with Ol’ Pete dead. Ghost lights. That’s what. Ha’nting our ol’ cabin.”