Pink and Smiley and Dunse McCall came in, tiptoeing over to me like I was a haint or a corpse,
Olive Ann Burns. Cold Sassy Tree, p.88 (1984)
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Naturally, I believed in hants and ghosts and “thangs.” Having been raised by a super-religious Southern Negro grandmother, it would have been abnormal had I not been superstitious.
Maya Angelou. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (1969)
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He look at Sofia like she a hant.
Alice Walker. The Color Purple, p.81 (1982)
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It made odd low hooting noises in the alleyways. Ha’ants, Tom would have said awake, and run away.