In the middle of the night, I was lying on the bed sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awakened by a burst of thunder. He crawled into my arms and said he was scared. I reached out and touched the switch on the bedside and found that the power was out. I happened to touch the cigarette and lighter on the bedside table. I got up and sat on the bedside and lit a cigarette. I held the cigarette with trembling hands and took a long puff. To be honest, I was also scared now. When did this strange man come to my bed? I remember the door was locked last night. The important thing is that this is the 7th floor. PS: There is more than one story.