孫太白嘗言：其曾祖肄業于南山柳溝寺。麥秋旋裡，經旬始返。啟齋門，則案上塵生，窗間絲滿。命僕糞除，至晚始覺清爽可坐。乃拂榻陳臥具，扃扉就枕，月色已滿窗矣。輾轉移時，萬籟俱寂。忽聞風聲隆隆，山門豁然作響。竊謂寺僧失扃。注念間，風聲漸近居廬，俄而房門闢矣。大疑之。思未定，聲已入屋；又有靴聲鏗鏗然，漸傍寢門。心始怖。俄而寢門闢矣。忽視之，一大鬼鞠躬塞入，突立榻前，殆與梁齊。面似老瓜皮色；目光睒閃，繞室四顧；張巨口如盆，齒疏疏長三寸許；舌動喉鳴，呵喇之聲，響連四壁。公懼極；又念咫尺之地，勢無所逃，不如因而刺之。乃陰抽枕下佩刀，遽拔而斫之，中腹，作石缶聲。鬼大怒，伸巨爪攫公。公少縮。鬼攫得衾捽之，忿忿而去。公隨衾墮，伏地號呼。家人持火奔集，則門閉如故，排窗入，見狀大駭。扶曳登床，始言其故。共驗之，則衾夾于寢門之隙。啟扉檢照，見有爪痕如箕，五指著處皆穿。既明，不敢復留，負笈而歸。後問僧人，無復他異。
孙太白尝言：其曾祖肄业于南山柳沟寺。麦秋旋里，经旬始返。启斋门，则案上尘生，窗间丝满。命仆粪除，至晚始觉清爽可坐。乃拂榻陈卧具，扃扉就枕，月色已满窗矣。辗转移时，万籁俱寂。忽闻风声隆隆，山门豁然作响。窃谓寺僧失扃。注念间，风声渐近居庐，俄而房门辟矣。大疑之。思未定，声已入屋；又有靴声铿铿然，渐傍寝门。心始怖。俄而寝门辟矣。忽视之，一大鬼鞠躬塞入，突立榻前，殆与梁齐。面似老瓜皮色；目光睒闪，绕室四顾；张巨口如盆，齿疏疏长三寸许；舌动喉鸣，呵喇之声，响连四壁。公惧极；又念咫尺之地，势无所逃，不如因而刺之。乃阴抽枕下佩刀，遽拔而斫之，中腹，作石缶声。鬼大怒，伸巨爪攫公。公少缩。鬼攫得衾捽之，忿忿而去。公随衾堕，伏地号呼。家人持火奔集，则门闭如故，排窗入，见状大骇。扶曳登床，始言其故。共验之，则衾夹于寝门之隙。启扉检照，见有爪痕如箕，五指着处皆穿。既明，不敢复留，负笈而归。后问僧人，无复他异。
Sun Taibai used to tell this story. His great-grandfather was once studying at Liugou Temple on South Mountain. At the wheat harvest he went home, and it was ten days before he came back. When he opened the door of his study, there was dust on the desk and the window was thick with cobwebs. He had his servant sweep the place out, and not until evening was it clean and fresh enough to sit in. Then he dusted off the bed, laid out his bedding, bolted the door and lay down. Moonlight already filled the window. He tossed and turned for a while. All was utterly still. Suddenly he heard a rumbling wind, and the temple gate banged open. He supposed the monks had forgotten to bar it. While he was still thinking this, the sound of the wind came closer to his lodging, and the next moment the door of his rooms flew open. He was very puzzled. Before he could make anything of it, the sound was inside the house; and there was a heavy clumping of boots too, coming nearer and nearer to the bedroom door. Now he began to be afraid. The next moment the bedroom door opened. He looked up quickly. A huge fiend was squeezing in, stooped double; then it stood up straight before the bed, nearly as tall as the roof beam. Its face was the colour of old melon rind. Its eyes glittered and flashed as it looked all round the room. It opened a mouth as big as a basin, with sparse teeth some three inches long. Its tongue worked and its throat rumbled, a rasping, hoarse sound that echoed from all four walls. Sun’s great-grandfather was terrified. But in so small a space, he thought, there was no way to escape; he had better strike at it. Stealthily he slid from under his pillow the knife he wore at his belt, whipped it from its sheath and slashed at the fiend. He hit it in the belly, and it rang like a stone crock. The fiend flew into a rage and reached out a huge claw to seize him. He shrank back a little. The fiend caught the quilt instead, tore it away, and went off in a fury. He was dragged along with the quilt and fell to the floor, where he lay face down, howling. The household came running with lights, but the door was shut as before. They forced their way in through the window and were horrified at what they saw. They helped him up and hauled him back onto the bed, and only then could he tell them what had happened. They all looked: the quilt was caught in the crack of the bedroom door. They opened the door and held up the light, and found claw marks as big as a winnowing basket; where each of the five fingers had pressed, it had gone right through. At daybreak he dared not stay any longer, but shouldered his book box and went home. Afterwards he asked the monks, but nothing else strange had happened there.