"Well, dey do say, Massa Efan, dis yer house am hanted."
"Hanted? What's that?"
Aunt Jerusha rolled her eyes cautiously over her shoulder and lowered her voice.
"Got ghos'es."
"Under the front stairs?" whispered Ethan, quickly withdrawing from that proximity.
Aunt Jerusha nodded.
"Did you ever see one?"
"Law, yes; oncet or twicet."
"What was it like?"
"Like de debbil in a night-gown. Hark! Yo' heah dat?"