I'll tell you a story which will hopefully make you laugh...
I was housesitting at my parents' bungalow in my mid 20s. It's large, with four double bedrooms, four separate bathrooms, and a guest suite. It backs onto the neighbour's wood on one side.
I was lying in bed slightly drunk/stoned (misspent youth) and heard music playing faintly. At first, I thought nothing of it as our neighbour's son usually stops and gets out his car to open the garage, at which point you can hear the music from the other side of a tall yew hedge. However, in my partial slumber I slowly realised the music had been playing for several minutes rather than the usual 30 seconds.
It was then that I realised it was coming from slightly the wrong direction, towards the woods where there are no houses. I then with an absolute jolt realised it was coming from the stereo inside the house!
After a minute or so of lying there with my mind racing, I picked up the rolling pin I always kept by my bed whilst staying there alone, and I decided to creep through, figuring I knew the house well in the dark and had an advantage. I'm a big guy (6'2) and lift weights so quite strong, but I was utterly crapping it lol. You never known how you'll react in these situations but I was 110% alert and twitchy and ready to bash somebody with the rolling pin (likely fight or flight response). I wanted to run but where could I go?
I crept through in the dark and could see the stereos light reflecting off the tiles from around the corner. The lights were off and the radio was on some cheesy 80s station I recall. My first thought was "what psychopath would break in and blast music?" I really wondered if it was some kind of psycho.
After several minutes (felt like 5-10) but probably only two, I snuck through and turned off the stereo. That was the worst bit as it was now totally quiet and I figured that I'd now announced my presence to the intruder. I called out "hello" in my sternest voice and was met with silence. I then crept around the house and put all the lights on one by one, which took ages as I truly thought somebody may still be in there.
I couldn't find a broken window or means of entry and was utterly perplexed but also relieved. It was then that I saw the clock on the microwave had turned to 00:00 indicating a power cut. Everything clicked together at once!
I'd been blasting a CD whilst making breakfast that day and had left the stereo on. The powercut had then reset it and the first thing that usually comes on is the tuner.
What a prat! 😂