李公著明，睢寧令襟卓先生公子也，為人豪爽無餒怯，為新城王季良內弟。季良家多樓閣，往往見怪異。公常暑月寄宿，愛閣上晚涼。或告之異，公笑不聽，固命設榻，主人如言。囑僕輩伴公宿，公辭曰：「生平不解怖。」主人乃使炷香于爐，請衽何趾，始息燭覆扉而去。公就枕移時，于月色中見幾上茗碗，傾側旋轉，不墜亦不休。公咄之，鏗然立止。又若有人拔香炷，炫搖空際，縱橫作花縷。公起叱曰：「何物鬼魅敢爾！」裸裼下榻，欲就捉之。以足覓床下，僅得一履，不暇冥搜，赤足撾搖處，炷頓插爐，竟寂無兆。公俯身遍摸暗陬，忽一物騰擊頰上，覺似履狀，索之，亦殊不得。乃啟覆下樓，呼從人爇火燭之，空無一物，乃復就寢。既明，使數人搜履，翻席倒榻，不知所在。主人為公易履。越日偶一仰首，見一履夾塞椽間，挑撥而下，則公履也。
李公着明，睢宁令襟卓先生公子也，为人豪爽无馁怯，为新城王季良内弟。季良家多楼阁，往往见怪异。公常暑月寄宿，爱阁上晚凉。或告之异，公笑不听，固命设榻，主人如言。嘱仆辈伴公宿，公辞曰：「生平不解怖。」主人乃使炷香于炉，请衽何趾，始息烛覆扉而去。公就枕移时，于月色中见几上茗碗，倾侧旋转，不坠亦不休。公咄之，铿然立止。又若有人拔香炷，炫摇空际，纵横作花缕。公起叱曰：「何物鬼魅敢尔！」裸裼下榻，欲就捉之。以足觅床下，仅得一履，不暇冥搜，赤足挝摇处，炷顿插炉，竟寂无兆。公俯身遍摸暗陬，忽一物腾击颊上，觉似履状，索之，亦殊不得。乃启覆下楼，呼从人爇火烛之，空无一物，乃复就寝。既明，使数人搜履，翻席倒榻，不知所在。主人为公易履。越日偶一仰首，见一履夹塞椽间，挑拨而下，则公履也。
Li Zhuming, son of Li Jinzhuo, magistrate of Suining, was a bold, open-hearted man without a trace of timidity. His elder sister was married to Wang Jiliang of Xincheng. Wang’s house had many towers and lofts, and strange things were often seen in them. Once, in the hot months, Li was staying there, and he loved the cool of the evening in the upper loft. Someone told him of the strange happenings; Li laughed and would not listen, and insisted that a bed be made up for him there. The host did as he asked, and told the servants to sleep up there with him. Li declined. “I have never in my life known what fear is,” he said. So the host had incense lit in the burner, asked which way he would have his bed laid, and only then put out the candle, closed the doors and left. Li had been lying on his pillow for a while when, in the moonlight, he saw the teacup on the table tilt and spin, neither falling nor stopping. He barked at it, and with a clink it stopped dead. Then it was as though someone had pulled out the stick of incense and was waving it through the air, tracing glowing patterns this way and that. Li sat up and shouted, “What kind of ghost dares to do this!” Stripped to the waist, he got off the bed to seize it. He felt under the bed with his foot and found only one shoe. With no time to grope about in the dark for the other, he struck barefoot at the place where the light was waving. At once the incense stick was back in the burner, and all was still, without a sign. Li bent down and felt all over the dark corners. Suddenly something flew up and struck him on the cheek. It felt like a shoe, but when he searched for it, it was nowhere to be found. So he opened the doors, went downstairs, and called his attendants to bring a light. There was nothing there at all. He went back to bed. When it was light he had several men search for the shoe. They turned over the mats and upended the bed, but it was not to be found. The host gave him another pair. The day after, a chance glance upward found a shoe wedged between the rafters. They poked it down: it was Li’s.