沈麟生云：其友某翁者，夏月晝寢，朦朧間，見一女子搴帘入，以白布裹首，縗服麻裙，向內室去。疑鄰婦訪內人者；又轉念，何遽以凶服入人家？正自皇惑，女子已出。細審之，年可三十餘，顏色黃腫，眉目蹙蹙然，神情可畏。又逡巡不去，漸逼臥榻。遂偽睡以觀其變。無何，女子攝衣登床，壓腹上，覺如百鈞重。心雖了了，而舉其手，手如縛；舉其足，足如痿也。急欲號救，而苦不能聲。女子以喙嗅翁面，顴鼻眉額殆遍。覺喙冷如冰，氣寒透骨。翁窘急中，思得計：待嗅至頤頰，當即因而嚙之。未幾，果及頤。翁乘勢力齕其顴，齒沒于肉。女負痛身離，且掙且啼。翁齕益力。但覺血液交頤，濕流枕畔。相持正苦，庭外忽聞夫人聲，急呼有鬼，一緩頰而女子已飄忽遁去。夫人奔入，無所見，笑其魘夢之誣。翁述其異，且言有血證焉。相與檢視，如屋漏之水，流枕浹席。伏而嗅之，腥臭異常。翁乃大吐。過數日，口中尚有餘臭云。
沈麟生云：其友某翁者，夏月昼寝，朦胧间，见一女子搴帘入，以白布裹首，缞服麻裙，向内室去。疑邻妇访内人者；又转念，何遽以凶服入人家？正自皇惑，女子已出。细审之，年可三十余，颜色黄肿，眉目蹙蹙然，神情可畏。又逡巡不去，渐逼卧榻。遂伪睡以观其变。无何，女子摄衣登床，压腹上，觉如百钧重。心虽了了，而举其手，手如缚；举其足，足如痿也。急欲号救，而苦不能声。女子以喙嗅翁面，颧鼻眉额殆遍。觉喙冷如冰，气寒透骨。翁窘急中，思得计：待嗅至颐颊，当即因而啮之。未几，果及颐。翁乘势力龁其颧，齿没于肉。女负痛身离，且挣且啼。翁龁益力。但觉血液交颐，湿流枕畔。相持正苦，庭外忽闻夫人声，急呼有鬼，一缓颊而女子已飘忽遁去。夫人奔入，无所见，笑其魇梦之诬。翁述其异，且言有血证焉。相与检视，如屋漏之水，流枕浃席。伏而嗅之，腥臭异常。翁乃大吐。过数日，口中尚有余臭云。
Shen Linsheng tells this story. A friend of his, an old gentleman, was napping one summer afternoon when, half asleep, he saw a woman lift the door curtain and come in. Her head was wrapped in white cloth, and she wore mourning clothes and a hemp skirt. She went toward the inner rooms. He took her for a neighbour’s wife come to call on his own wife; then it struck him: why would anyone walk into another person’s house in mourning dress? While he was still puzzling over it, the woman came out again. He looked at her closely. She was about thirty, her face yellow and puffy, her brows knitted tight; there was something frightening in her look. She lingered and did not leave, and edged closer and closer to his bed. So he pretended to sleep, to see what she would do. Before long she gathered up her skirts, climbed onto the bed and pressed down on his belly. She weighed on him like a hundred jun. His mind was perfectly clear, but when he tried to lift his hands, they were as if bound; when he tried to lift his feet, they were as if palsied. He wanted desperately to cry for help, but could not make a sound. The woman put her mouth to his face and sniffed it, over his cheekbones and nose, his brows and forehead, nearly everywhere. Her mouth was cold as ice, and its breath chilled him to the bone. In his desperate straits the old man thought of a plan: when her sniffing reached his chin and cheeks, he would bite her. Soon enough she came to his chin. Seizing his chance, he bit hard into her cheekbone, and his teeth sank into the flesh. In pain, she pulled her body away, struggling and wailing. He bit all the harder. He felt blood running down over his chin and soaking the pillow. They were locked together in this agony when he heard his lady’s voice out in the courtyard. He cried out that there was a ghost — and the moment he loosened his jaw, the woman drifted off and was gone. His lady ran in and saw nothing. She laughed at him for raising a false alarm over a nightmare. The old man told her how strange it had been, and said the blood was there to prove it. They looked together: it was like water from a leaking roof, running over the pillow and soaking through the mat. He bent down and smelled it. The stench was foul beyond anything. The old man was violently sick. Even several days later, so Shen said, his mouth still held the smell.